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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.

When the red haze of fury finally cleared, I found myself standing over Helena's prone form, my hands sticky with blood. The warehouse had fallen silent, the fight over. But the real battle, I realized as I turned to face Aliyah's shocked gaze, was just beginning. Aliyah Sundane The world had tilted on its axis, everything I thought I knew crumbling around me. Alessandro, my Alessandro, was standing before me, his hands dripping with blood, his eyes wild with a fury I'd never seen before. Mafia. The word echoed in my mind, alongside the images from the folder Helena had shown me. Newspaper clippings of gang violence, photos of Alessandro with known criminals, documents detailing illegal oper

We go on and on about some arms exports and imports. "There's a masquerade ball the day after tomorrow, on Thursday, you and Amber will have to represent the Bianchi group of organizations." Says Harlow. I nod. To the world, we are just successful businessmen, but our roots are that of the mafia. We've got our hands in many illegal trades; arms, drugs, money laundering etcetera. But I have abolished human trafficking and slavery from our family. A family stands for an organization under me. At Night: Amber returns, clearly exhausted, but she plays her part. "Alessandro, I missed you." She says as she gives my shirt a slight tug.

HAKAN *** Even though I wanted to put a knife through his eye, I couldn’t do that for the sake of the mission I was here to accomplish. The butcher was a man in his early fifties, with a stocky build, a double chin and a pot belly bigger than a pregnant woman who was due for birth. He was also almost completely bald, and his once blonde hair had become nearly white. With his blue eyes, he might have been considered handsome in his youth because he was a stereotypical blonde that women seemed to be obsessed with for some reason, but the more power he acquired, the more influence he got from his business, the more lazy he got physically. He had lots of guards and he was confident of his useful

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Rude! I bit my tongue before my unfiltered mouth could get me in trouble. " Give me five minutes," I replied, scanning him. I have noticed some similarities between him and Liam. Similar hairstyle, posture, and even tattoos looked like the ones Liam had. Did they have to meet some beauty standards before joining the mafia? Or was it just a last trend? Since I had no knowledge about the underground, I could not decide. I closed the door and rushed to get ready. It took me the five minutes I promised.

His entire aura gave off a 'fuck off' vibe that was both intriguing and intimidating. Alistair Regan seemed to have an eternally disgruntled expression on his face, like he was pissed off with everyone and everything. It was obvious that he wasn't a people person. His perpetual glare only added to his brawny good looks. He had bronze hair, brown eyes and was built like a tank. From Andre, I learned that he ran the Irish mafia and his territory spread throughout the British isles. Jason Drakatos, the head of the greek mafia was a quiet one that only nodded a greeting at me before turning back to his phone. He had a dark and mysterious vibe with his buzzcut dyed blond hair that was in sharp co

He said and I nodded in a yes. "Are they the R?" one of Romano's man asked and I was shocked... how do they know? "Whole Mafia world is talking that we are the R. But actually the R is queen's personal Mafia. Right?" other one said and I nodded. "yes... they are the R. And we work to clean the Mafia especially human trafficking chains in Russia which are really inhuman." I kept it short and I can see the judgement in their eyes.