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Chapter 5 My Granddaughter Stella went to the office of Shiho Eiko Yung (the mafia king), only she had no idea how powerful this man was. She just knew that they were one of the richest families in the country. The more Stella looked at the baby, the more she hated her. She could see so much of Vangeline in her even though she was less than a month old. The only difference was the child had red hair and those green eyes, which was why she knew that Mr. Yung would have no problem accepting the child, he too had red hair and those sharp green eyes. She guessed it must be from the family genes.

I listened to Levi tell me about how I was when we were in middle school up until college. I became a mafia boss at a very young age and I had a lot of men in my corner, the only one I actually trusted being Levi and Yvette. I tried as much as possible to have a normal life but that just seemed out of reach. Realizing that no matter how hard I tried, I could never go anywhere without being hunted down. I could never be somewhere without a shootout occurring, we all decided to quit college and just focus on building the empire. Now that I think about it, everything was harder on Yvette because she was a woman, people looked down on her a lot but I never had a reason to worry about her because

I poured myself a glass of water and drank it in one go. Alessandro "The Devil" Costello, El Padrino. I shook my head, nope, not going to believe it unless I talk to him myself. I made my way out of the kitchen and went straight to the library. Since I had nothing to do, I settled on reading a book. I surveyed the huge library and finally found a book that seemed interesting enough to read. "Mafia and Mafiosi by Henner Hess" With a book in my hand, I walked back to Alessandro’s seat to read but halted in my steps as I saw him already sitting on it.

he said crossing his arms over his chest “for now, you have nothing to hold on to. But I don’t trust what you’d do if you ever get to have everything” I simply nodded as a response, waiting for him to proceed with what he was going to say. Seeming impressed, Lorenzo opened a drawer, handing me a file. I stared at the file, but didn’t bother opening it until he nodded at me to do so. Inside the first nylon sheet was a picture of a woman. The woman looked no older than thirty, the smile on her face reached her eyes. But going through the pictures, I frowned when I saw that she was stealing money, putting it inside a bag she had.

He likes to refer to them a bottom feeders, vultures or the classic 'fucking freaks' depending on his mood. With all the media coverage that the case had garnered nation wide, he had hordes of people beating the doors down to see it. Everyone had wanted to see the infamous 'murder motel' where the crazy man and his deranged son had kidnapped all those women and then brutally murdered them. Everyone's favorite place to check out was the old well that had held all the bodies of the victims.

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I try to get up from the table, but the mobster stops me. “I need you in this business, love—espabilo—, Erick, I need you to arm some bombs for Gian Lucas's whorehouse; love, you will be my bait, I need you to seduce the new boss in charge of the place. Italian asshole stole my merchandise and I want it back.” He wants to bring down the night club with them inside. Damn son of a bitch! ********

"Any whore would do." Rage filled him, and before anyone could react, he had the lord pinned by the door. His muscled arm choking the devil by his neck. "Dinara is not a whore I can just forget. She is a lady and I will never, ever treat her otherwise." He gritted through his teeth. Lucifer's response was to punch him in his gut and he doubled over with the sharp pain. He groaned but he looked up when he heard his fellow mob boss chuckle.

I feel my hands sweating with nervousness. I can hear the cars stopping in front of the house. Slowly I walk to the wall-size windows, and I peak out. I am curious to see my future dear husband. One thing is for sure. He should sleep with one eye open because I might kill him in his sleep and become a black widow. I have no problem with that. I close my eyes, shaking my head. I think my books have a bad influence on me. This would be a good plot. I make a mental note to write that story. A mafia story. Who knows. It might even be a best-selling story.