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Depends how far this bottle of whiskey goes. Then again, the less I see a woman, the far greater it would be, ya…Trinity has ruined me. Guess when I said she would be my undoing, I should have made it clear, for she has brought me down to my knees. Not in the way I wish it would be. Why the fuck did she had to go kiss Castenada, not once, but twice. I know that there is this whole fuck up thing with her becoming Mafia Queen, but god, can Vic not grow a pair and sort shit out as a reasonable man would.

Hi, Everyone, this Is my first book SO Please if you don't want to read an inexperienced writer leave Also No Hate Comments Please Also DON'T COPY MY WORK I worked really hard on this book Also, All rights to this book are reserved Let me know if there are ever any grammar errors I hope everyone enjoys Don't forget to share as well None of the Songs that are in this book are owned by me Mafia Love Death Ruthlessness what could be a better combination in the mafia book world, oh I know Betrayal

"I am writing this to tell everyone who stopby to read my book, I appreciate your efforts ,and I promise you all are going to love the journey with me and also With the MAFIA SLUT. stay alert for the wedding because drama begins from there.ride with Dennis and Ella. enjoy the slow burn of this story. pls don't blame me for Ella's character she would get better with time. ❤️❤️❤️❤️💋💋💋💋💋gold ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ short chapter but I will make up with the next chapter.

Kira growled. “Oh fuck” Guila cussed under her lips as she stood up from the couch. “I'm sorry. Take care, we will talk later.” Guila said as she walked away. Kira fired a deadly stare at me before heading out of the room with Guila. I reclined on the couch and sighed wondering what possibly Antonio might have gone through. I picked up the book I had picked from the shelf. I realized it was an Italian book that teaches Italian. I started flipping through the pages even though the words in it made my head ache. A picture fell on the floor out from the book. I picked it up and saw a picture of a lady. She was so beautiful with dark curly long hair. I looked behind it, there was a write-up.

🎲❤️🎲❤️🎲❤️🎲❤️🎲❤️🎲 Carlos's Pov- My father has been nagging at me since we arrived about meeting María. Something isn't quite right! I have this gut feeling he is up to something but I haven't been able to figure out what that something is as of yet. I swirled the ice around the inside of my glass, Even whiskey wouldn't set me at ease. Nicolas was dead, I made sure of it. But Maria, The sweet Princesa De la Mafia, had been through a traumatic event when she was supposed to be under my protection. I failed her, I failed and she had suffered for it.

Probably Madam Camila brought these books for the orphan kids. From afternoon, it was night, time flew fast. Micaela almost forgot to check the time and being a story lover, she almost read four books which were not so big in size. Yawning she closed the last book when the door ajar and her head turns at the door. Adan saunters in and she straighten in her seat. As soon as his eyes met her, he let out a warm smile. As always, she was nervous to find him in the library yet she returned him a soft smile making his heart to flutter in joy.

“Mila is the catch.” I looked at her, confused. “What are you talking about?” “I have traveled to the Library of Magic,” she explained, “and pored over the volumes there. I am not sure if I found what specific book Charles was mentioning, but I found a chapter on curses in an older tome that might help us out quite a bit.” “What does Mila have to do with any of this?” I was desperate to know. Esmeralda was quiet for a long moment. I felt like I could not breathe–like the walls were closing in around me.

She watched her sister's eyes deemed from her question. "No, hermana. And it had gotten worst upon his return from San Francisco." Juanita sighed. "I was hoping he had improved at least. He can't go on punishing himself. His mamá, bless her soul, would be so sad to see him like this." Lucinda approached her and hugged her tightly. "I know. Gabriella had been a wonderful leader to all of us. She rescued us from a fate worst than death, now, this is the only way to repay her. By treating her firstborn like he is our own. Don't lose hope. He will come around."

Her clear, melodious voice had the power to touch one’s soul. Guilty for having misjudged her, Marcus was keen to give her the money she had left behind. He realized that she had left it not for any ulterior motive, she left it because she thought it was too much for her. Getting up, he picked up a bottle of whiskey and poured himself a glass. The guilt of having hurt a pure soul was so extreme that he just couldn’t do anything else. His older brother Lucas had called him twice already but he wasn’t in the mood to handle his business in his absence.

Peter, however, decided he didn't want to change his. At the end of the day, when I was lying in my new bed staring up at the blank ceiling, I finally let my thoughts consume me. Yesterday, I was Angelina. A girl who was kidnapped by a mafia boss, who foolishly ended up falling in love with him, and who was then cruelly abandoned by that same man. A girl who was violently raped multiple times and who had felt the fading heartbeat of her own unborn child. The heavy hollowness in my stomach was almost too much for my fragile heart to bear. Tears pricked my eyes, and this time, I didn't try to stop them or wipe them away; instead, I just let them slide down my cheeks into my hair. I was crying