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“Betty, meet my soft but extremely dangerous mafia brother, Dante. One wrong look and he might burn down a building. And this beautiful woman beside him is Alessia, my brother’s girlfriend.” Dante corrected immediately, his arm sliding around my shoulders. “Fiancée.” Ivan raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Fiancée? I’m not aware you are engaged. Let’s stick to girlfriend for now until I get the official invitation.” Maxim chuckled. “And this is your most loving and best father in the whole world.” Betty laughed brightly. “It’s so nice to meet all of you. Ivan talks about you constantly.” The waiter returned, and Ivan and Betty placed their orders quickly. As the food arrived, the table came alive

"Bianca Whitmore. The singular cub your ledger priced at five million credits." With a slow, dramatic sigh, the mafia boss reaches over to rip the thick burlap sack off my head, holding my shaking torso tightly against his chest armor. Overwhelmed by the sheer wave of primitive fear, my joints stay completely frozen like ice. Hot tears have entirely ruined my face, and my hair is a total, messy disaster.

She signed her fake name on the pamphlet and placed the pen down, pushing the paper gently to the centre of the table. Silver, nodded and took the pamphlet, stashing it in his jacket. “ As per the agreement of the families, the Hughes shall receive a cheque invoice of a billion dollars and a five percent share of the Reeves cooperation company” he said, nodding to his men, giving them the signal to place the cases full of money on the table.

The man noisily scrapes a chair from the nearest table and brings it with him on our table. I try to hide my shock as I stare at the beast in front of me. Inside, I am freaking out but I remember not to show my weakness, so I take a deep breath and wear a stoic expression. I think am doing so well. The man is big and he has his blonde long hair tied in a top knot. The forsaken man has multiple piercings, and he has his face tattooed with every kind of dirty words in history. He is way older than my dad, his eyes are scary, cold and pale blue. He is danger on legs.

I tried to step back when that psycho pulled out his gun, but his men held me back in their cage of hold. "Firstly, you will watch your offspring dying in front of your eyes." On the other hand, I'm confused as hell because I didn't know that he used to work under Mr. Romano, a mafia! Now the puzzles in my mind have started to make sense. That was the reason why he had become suddenly rich in the last few years. No wonder he got the money and frame after working for a mafia.

The woman gave her an edgy vibe yesterday night, and she could really see why she could fit in as Drey’s ex. However, she had never heard any rumors whatsoever regarding Drey having an ex, a popular one at that. And from what she saw, it seemed like she was either involved in the Mafia or belonged to a very powerful organization in the country. Curiousity was eating her up, and she wanted answers.

I muttered under my breath, scoffing bitterly. My eyes darted around the room until they landed on him—a man who looked every bit as dangerous as the Don but carried a smoother edge. His hair was dark, swept back neatly, and his sharp jawline could cut glass. His icy blue eyes gleamed under the dim lighting, and the smirk that tugged at his lips screamed trouble. He wasn’t as ruthless-looking as the Don, but there was an undeniable charm to him. Without thinking, I stormed toward him, grabbing his collar and slamming my lips against his. The room fell silent for a heartbeat before a collective gasp echoed, quickly followed by cheers and whistles.

Third Person Pov: Thomas Allen is one of the most ruthless leaders in the mafia gang Hayden Wren heads. Its known as 'Python'. Recently, there's been a fued between the two, hence; Thomas moved to Dubai. The members of the gang thought things would dissolve over time... but it didn't. Communication seized between the two for the past two years. Now, Thomas is back to set things right.

I give my damp hair a quick brush, pulling it back into a loose, messy ponytail. As I stand in my bedroom, my stomach ties itself into knots of anticipation. The mansion seems unusually, eerily silent tonight. The constant hum of the maids, the heavy footsteps of the security detail, it’s all completely gone. Did Cade intentionally send his entire staff away so we could be alone? The thought of the ruthless mafia boss randomly making a home-cooked dinner for me is slightly worrying, and I’m honestly not sure what to expect once we sit down at that massive table.

Perfect target. I swung it. He tried to shift away, but too late, the blade sliced the tip of his ear clean, blood spilling down his cheek. His grip on Camilla faltered as instinct made him reach for his wound. That one second of weakness was all I needed. I was already there. In front of him. My hand clamped around his throat, squeezing until his breath hitched. My face leaned close, my voice low and venomous, the kind of whisper that Mafia men carried to the grave.