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she pouted. "Not this time." I replied and left the room. She is really a pain in the ass. Every woman I know is! Damn my luck. The problem is that I cannot kick Claudia out of the mafia because we work with her father's mafia, and me kicking her out won't make things good; however, if I didn't want to be with her, her father wouldn't mind because he cares more about business, and I don't really think she could get hurt. She doesn't have feelings, like me.

He heard the second man ask. “Yes, she’s Alex personal assistant”. Those words clarified Alex suspicions. They’d intentionally targeted Maya knowing that she had a ‘connection ‘ with him. As Alex slowly approached the men, the black dragon tattoo at the side of their necks became visible as he scoffed. These were the Jensens. Mafia’s from Vladimir’s side. Ever since the incident of his father’s death, the Wolf’s and Jensens had become at war with eachother and sworn blooded enemies. Seeing that Vladimir was already sending his men out to him, it looks like he already got wind of his arrival in Russia. This was good. Alex thought.

“They’re brothers. Mafia in Sicily. The head honcho, Aamon De Luca, their dad, was killed.” My mind keeps drifting back to something I caught on TV a while back in Sierra’s office. She seemed to know the brothers and had a soft spot for one of them. I squint, trying to recall her exact words. She was pretty specific, like there was more beneath the surface. I thought about digging deeper then, but it didn’t seem relevant to either of my jobs. “The organization is falling apart. Nolan and Flint are on the brink of a full-blown war.” “And?” How well does Sierra really know these guys? Sometimes, the ties between people run deeper than they look.

And to worsen the situation, his bodyguards stood like statues, blocking the exits. Hannah, who had been chatting with someone at the bar, finally noticed what was happening. Her face went pale as she hurried over. "Scarlett?" she asked, her voice shaky. Then she looked at Liam, and her eyes widened in recognition. "Wait, you’re…" Her voice trailed off, and I saw the fear flash across her face. She knew him. Everyone seemed to know him. Liam DeLuca, the godfather of some gang, Europe’s biggest mafia—at least that was what Hannah had told me earlier today in class.

“You have no idea who the fuck you are talking to right now. I ought to whip you until you bleed for this disobedient and disrespectful outburst.” Her eyes widened and her mouth went dry as it hung open. Not at his threats but rather the vclaim that he made—his words echoing in her mind. The mafia king? As in the leader of the vicious MMM group from Karachi? Never in a million years had Anissa thought that she would be facing the leader of the most powerful mafia in the country. The identity of the leader of the mafia was kept hidden from the public but his malicious and merciless killings and acts were infamous throughout the country. Anissa wasn’t that much of a news person or a socialite

he asked, his voice regaining a shred of its professional steel. "A curated mix of the city's most beautiful and most dangerous," Marco explained, leaning a hip against the dresser. "A-list actors who are fronts for money laundering, top models who are companions to warlords, business magnates whose boardrooms are battlefields. It's a predator's ball, Jay, masquerading as a high-society party. You were selected for your aesthetics, but your invitation... this feels targeted." Jay’s head snapped up, his eyes locking with Marco's. The question hung in the air between them, more terrifying than any other. "What about Rafe? Is he on the list? Do we have any confirmation he'll even be there?"

“If I ask you of course it matters, are you a maid? did they let you attend the party and you're so grateful to be in the middle of high society?” What a clueless little man, all his beauty ended there for me. Arrogant jerk. “Let me guess, you must be the asshole son of some criminal in here and you grew up thinking that everything is about your navel? and that everybody is afraid of you because you are the son of a don, but the reality is that you have never left the video game and you only live by retelling daddy's stories!” He started laughing, laughing at my face with disdain that made me so angry I could punch him in the face.

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

The older woman said. "Miss...Miss Mia?! You are calling Mia Miss? And you are a personal maid? I cannot believe this. I just can't believe this. What have you done to Marco, Mia? Why did you turn him into a man who is willing to listen to whatever rubbish that comes out of your mouth? Marco is not the Marco that I know and fell in love with. He is not the man that you have made him become. do you know that he has a lot of responsibilities and that they are a lot of people are depending on him? if you turn in into your personal errand boy who listens to everything that you say and who even gives you a maid just because you want it what is going to become of the entire mafia organisation and

“You’re not saying my mother was...?” Marco didn’t even flinch. “Yeah, Maddie. Your mother was part of the same mafia that tried to kidnap me and Martina. She was the one who planned the whole thing. She ran their operations—she was the brains behind it all. Even after she left, she still stayed loyal to them. She’s the one who had my grandparents killed. That’s why... that’s why I did what I did.” I froze. My whole body started shaking, my heart pounding so hard it hurt. I didn’t know what to feel—shock, grief, rage. But the more I let it sink in, the more anger started to take over.