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Nicola’s brow furrowed as he said, “You want to share an idea ion how to punish him?” “Hmm... Yes,” I said while playing with my fingers. “Go on,” he said, while looking amused. "According to you, a mafia is like a huge family governed by trust, and he destroyed the trust of the family." I exhaled loudly. They asked, “Yes?” They seemed confused, which made me smile as I explained my plan to them. As soon as I was done, I noticed Ben looking astonished, and a bit terrified, while Nicolas seemed shocked and proud.

Immediately the door was slammed shut, Roman turned to look at Jamie, "Azazel's family used to be the head of the Mafia. Grandfather took over when he got to the human world." "You know, Werewolves crave dominance and he made the mafia his pack. Now, Azazel wants to rule the mafia." Roman explained. On the other hand, Jamie was a bit surprised, she had been trying to get Azazel to meet her, so they could talk. However, he had been evading her. Also, all the plans she had set up to catch him never worked. Seeing Jamie in deep thought, Roman continued, "We can't let him rule the mafia. It's our territory." He said, with so much resoluteness.

"No! How can I just climb on your back? Moreover, there's an injury on your arm." JK yells, "Just shut up and do as I say!" "No, I won't! Why are you showing me mercy now?" "I have never seen a stubborn girl like you." Grabbing her hand forcefully, he makes her lean on his back. "This man, seriously! How long are you going to force me? Will you ever let me live peacefully? When will you stop all this?" "When you love me more than I do." "I'll never fall for you." "You won't have to do it, baby. It will happen automatically. Just wait and see." "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Walk as soon as possible; I'm so hungry." "It's high time to learn how to control your hunger." "Yah, I've never seen a stupid

one of them—a tall, well-built man with a scar tracing his jawline—asserted, glancing around nervously. His companion, a man with a shifty gaze and slicked-back hair, nodded. “Investing in it was the best decision we ever made. No one saw it coming. But you’ve tried it yourself, right? To see what the fuss is all about?” The scarred man chuckled, shaking his head. “Not me, but I’ve seen the effects. Those who have taken it—they’re different. Their wolves, man, they’re... enhanced. Stronger, faster, more dominant.”

Chapter 24: All Mine Faith Mabel I wanted to laugh at what Eltan said, saying it must be a joke, but I knew he wouldn't joke about something like this. It took me more than a few seconds to let it sink in. He is the leader of a mafia gang? I didn't exactly know what mafia gangs did. But they were known as bad people. Even the people who murdered my parents belonged to the mafia. But... Eltan couldn't be bad, right?

I pulled his hair from the front seat as he was looking down. "One is me another one is your man and the third one, is probably your boss in the mafia. But, she is stuck with three mafia bosses. Leave me, rabbit". He said and knowing that the other men were also mafia bosses, I left his hair in shock but I saw Armani looking at me with a smile. He is proud of being my man? Noah explained to me about two men and I nodded my head and became silent probably thinking about why Noah was interested in that girl.

I encouraged her to continue. “It's that bastard. He attacked my men at the port in Country X,” Lana confessed angrily, her voice filled with frustration. “And by bastard, you mean...?” I pressed for more information. “Who else?! The Crimson Fox!” Lana spat out the name, her anger palpable.\n\nSilence enveloped the jet as I processed the name Lana had just uttered. Deep down, I struggled to hold in my laughter. The Crimson Fox? That was the name of the gang causing havoc? It sounded more cute than menacing.

I wouldn't deny that I was taken aback for a minute. Their height appeared to be the only similarity they had. The one in the middle was African American, the one at the left had a full head of blonde hair, while the one at the right had dark black hair, and he wore glasses, maybe trying to be James Bond. The mafia's James Bond. "The Dark lord instructed us to escort you to your dressing room, where you are meant to pack your bags," said the Mafia James Bond, his voice deep, as expected from his height. It wouldn't make sense if a man as tall as him would sound like SpongeBob freaking SquarePants.

Darius shot him the bird without looking up from his phone. “Moving on,” Mia said. “We need to talk about this hair.” That got his attention. He looked up from his phone and squinted at her like he hadn’t understood what she was saying. “What’s wrong with my hair?” he asked. “The fans love my mohawk. I have little kids getting their hair cut just like it.” “Firstly, it’s not a mohawk. It’s a fauxhawk at best and a mullet at worst.”

I glance in the mirror and barely recognize myself. Sam sits me down and starts on my makeup. “Okay, we’re going smoky tonight. Soft shimmer on the lids, winged liner, and a nude lip. You want Luca to stare at your eyes, then your mouth, then your—” “Sam!” “Fine, fine. I’ll behave. But I’m telling you, this look is lethal.” She finishes with a spritz of setting spray and fluffs my curls. “There. You look like a mafia queen with a secret.”