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I shifted slightly in my seat and nodded, then felt foolish since he was focused on the road rather than me. "I adore Italian cuisine. It’s a personal favorite." I noticed something burning within the dark depths of his eyes, despite their steely appearance. The silence fell again as he stared forward. “Sylvio.” He whispered my last name. “Portuguese?” I was surprised he had guessed correctly. Or had he? I had no doubt he had looked me up if he was a professional criminal—or in the mafia. “Yes.” I ran my hands up and down my thighs, smoothing them.

"I'm actually here to surprise someone, and I'm hoping you'll be a doll and give me the room number for a Ms. Aliyah Delos Santos." "Oh, that would be against hotel policy, Mr. Delgado. I could lose my job if I reveal that information; it's confidential." I lean over the counter, widening my smile at Mandy. I despise it, but I'm not above a little seduction to get what I want. She clearly understands me well from my previous accommodations, and while I'd never ask for such a favor, I'm confident she can accommodate the request.

Milo didn't hesitate. He grabbed his backpack, opened the partition door, and slid into the front passenger seat. The cab was a large sedan, and the front bench was wide, but Milo sat close, his damp thigh pressing against Victor's leg. The heat from the vents washed over them, and the rain on the roof was deafening, sealing them inside their own private world. Milo turned and looked at Victor. Up close, the man was even more striking. His jaw was thick and shadowed with stubble, his brown eyes dark and intense, his broad shoulders filling out the leather jacket. He looked tired and rugged and deeply, undeniably attractive.

Mia said silently as the club was starting to get filled up. I looked puzzled what did she mean by the boss world, is it because he owns a strip club, I must have said that aloud because Mia responded “Ohh wait, you don't know” she said I looked at her, still puzzled “know what” “The boss is The Ares Valentino” I still looked at her with the same expression, like girl how do you expect me to know who that is, is he a celebrity or what. She face palmed herself for the second time tonight and said “I can't believe you don't know him, he is a Mafia boss who is feared and known in the country, with a body like that of a Greek god, one I could definitely eat up….”

They strutted out, hips swaying, the door left wide open behind them. Flash. Flash. Click. Outside, more reporters were lined up like hungry wolves, ready to shred the Knight name to pieces. Back at Velvet Heat The club was alive with cackling, scandalous chatter. "I always said that bitch had something up her sleeve," cackled Luigi, her former pimp, seated near the bar nursing a cheap scotch. "Didn’t think she had the balls to pull this though." A dancer in neon pink heels passed by, sighing dreamily. "Rylee's a fucking legend now. That video? Viral. Like, twenty million views overnight."

Adam shouted, his tone rough. Milo stepped inside, looking both nervous and eager. He held a neatly folded envelope in his hands. “Sir, I have news about Alexander.” Adam straightened in his chair, his brow furrowing. “What is it?” “Mr. Levi has accepted your invitation,” Milo said, his tone steady but tinged with disbelief. “He’ll be attending your birthday party.” For a moment, Adam said nothing. He stared at Milo as if waiting for him to take the words back. “He’s coming?” Adam asked, his voice soft, almost unsure.

Sasha Lane sat in the dimly lit bar, the kind of place where shadows were thicker than the air, nursing a drink she hadn’t touched in an hour. The amber liquid swirled in her glass, but her mind wasn’t on the whiskey. It was on the man sitting across from her. Dominic Knight—billionaire, CEO, and rumored mafia kingpin. He had the kind of face that could make women weak, all sharp angles and dark, dangerous eyes. But Sasha was different. She wasn’t here for pleasure. She was here because she had no choice.

I huff “NO WAY!” Chloe let out a deafening scream that made me quickly pull the phone far from my ear. “ YOU MET LUCA CROVETTO!” “That’s what he said” I replied surprisingly rubbing my chin “Since when did you know about Mr crovetto?” “I’ve read about him in the news, I know he is a big player in the global market, always making power moves, there were allegations against him one time that he might be involved in some sort of mafia activities !”

Natasha asked angrily. Pavel grabbed her by the neck and pulled her to himself, "I'm Pavel Jucef, the heir of the biggest mafia empire here in the East. From the first day I saw you, I knew I'll have you. Either by force or by your willingness. You once asked if I love you, right? And I said No. I lied. You are mine, I don't want to see anyone around you, I don't want to see any man touch you, I will be the only man you'll ever think of. I'll occupy your brain and mind. You are and will always be mine alone!"