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Maurice tried a wry smile. "Understood sir," I returned his smile even though I hated what I was about to go into. "That will be all." ****** The rest of the day found me cutting my hair to the style of my new profile. I tinted my hair to a golden brown after I'd asked my artist to tattoo on my upper arm the name of Alexandro Martini, the most rugged mafia lord in all of Premise. How do I intend to make such a powerful and nonsensical man trust me?

Mira Nicholas’s brow furrowed into a frown as he steadied himself; however, it was in that brief moment that I took a close look at him. Nicholas Sterling was tall with a slim, muscular build that made the tailored black suit he wore well fitted. His murky black hair was slightly rough as though he had run his hands through it a couple of times. His brown eyes blended with his light skin, which also complemented the silver key necklace that rested above his chest, but it wasn’t his face or his other features that held me captive.

I just shook my head at him and smiled a little. "Eh? What type are you Reian? I heard that the 1st Mafia Boss here is handsome...what's his name?" Brenda asked Maureen, Maureen pouted as if she was thinking deeply. "Hellion....ah yes! Hellion, I heard he is the most handsome in the whole Mafia World hehehe" They both giggled. Even I was surprised by what they said but I couldn't help but smile. They don't know me being owned by Saint after all. So I have no right to hate the male flesh of my entire system.

I still can't believe this guy, who equals to a villain actually listened to his daddy on attending business school, guess it all worked out cause after he defeated his father, he brought the small mafia gang to its peak, now the Mafia King. He got along well with Adam, they always trained together and would team up to snap at me and the twins. The Mafia king can also get a little excited seeing his old friend "Axel, watch your mouth or I'll shave all of that stupid shiny platinum blonde hair of yours when you sleep like I did before "I inherited gorgeous silvery blonde hair from my dad; which always attracted the girls. Diego lost it when the girl he liked came and started playing with my h

Marcus Ruvia just continued his exit from the abandoned building as if he didn't hear anything. Marcus Ruvia was known for being a ruthless, dominant, and powerful young boss of the mafia in the human world. He is very tall and muscular. His delicate features and obsidian eyes made him look mysterious and aloof. His aura imposed that no one should try to mess up with him or else they had their own death wishes.

I flipped my hair back and stood upright. "The lady is here." He announced. The blindfold was removed. I did not need to adjust to any light since the room was dimly lit. I fixed my eyes on the man before me. He looked young. Too young for a person deemed as the most dangerous. He came first in the mafia ranking,as I was told. His long black hair was held up in a high bun. His looks were rough and a large scar cut across his face. The one thing that contradicted his whole look were his eyes. They were soft and calm.

I demanded, pouting my lips. "Rafe is in the Mafia, basically he's a shadow, we can't tell his exact location and whereabouts except he wants us to know and he never does, he just shows up whenever it's necessary. Also he was my first investor, he trusted in my business idea and innovation, you can say he's behind my success in a way" "Do you mean the Mafia is real?" I squealed, pulling out of Damon's body as my eyes widened with this new revelation. "What planet are you from? Mars? Of course the Mafia is real," Damon answered.

It had been a few hours, Maya was sleeping on the couch, her head laid back, Mifu was staring at her and studying her face, her silky black hair, her small eyes, and even smaller lips, it gave her a certain charm, it seemed that every part of her face fitted perfectly to her face; she was a bit jealous of that because, unlike Maya, she had big eyes and small lips and her hair was curly, which she didn’t like, she was always made fun because of it, she grew to hate it, ever since she was a child, but as she grew older, she started liking a bit, but not like it enough to want to have it forever, she still wanted to change it, she wanted straight hair like Maya.

Strands of her wavy, dark blood red hair were tied up in a messy bun which ached to be pulled open and cascade in waves down her shoulders. Her delicate, lean arms were clad in a fitting red shirt and I caught a slight show of prominent collarbones sculpted so perfectly they were fit to be hangars for Gucci clothes and a waist so narrow it could fit in my one hand. I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable but I couldn’t help but behold each and every part of her for as long as I could. Then my mother decided that it was a good time for me to catch up with the gossip of the wives of the mafia and their “very” exciting life and then continued to engage me in some very boring conversation. I nod

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