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For the first time since I'd been with Mr Blackwood, he was paying no attention to me. My eyes skimmed over the physique of this Ricardo man. He was tall, taller than even Mr Blackwood, if that was possible. He had on a suit—heck, all mafia lords wore suits. What I thought was him being bald was merely a buzzcut, scraped so low to his scalp. He had cryptic tattoos snaking up the back of his neck, and what I could see of his hands were covered in inky tattoos as well. Nice, I thought. Very mafia-like.

Megan blabbered. "You have too many questions. Boss doesn't like when we ask too many questions." "I promised I won't say anything. I just wanna know who he is. Who I'm dealing with. I don't wanna die not knowing who killed me." "I doubt he will kill you now. He told you his name." Caroline giggled as she thought this woman is something else. "Boss is the head of the Italian mafia. That much I can tell you." Megan gulped audibly as terrifying scenes crossed her mind after she heard the word mafia. Her palms became sweaty. Hadn't realised she was holding her breath, she turned to look at Caroline.

At a closer look, even the hair all around his body from the follicles all over his body's skin is blue. Then the following young man is black-haired with black eyes. With everything on his physique, even the color of his skin is black. Then the following young man scares me. One look at him and I close my eyes. He looks like a ghost. His hair and everything on his body look colorless, like a mirror. It is a mist-kind mirage reflection that is all over him. fuck what is this? I look at the last young man from afar who is standing up and reading himself to walk back over to me. He is the most normal one, with brown eyes and brown hair.

her scalp, wielded a pair of shears with which she clipped and clipped, twisting the locks and securing them under a helmet of bobby pins. By the time she had finished, Arlyne's moppy hair had become a tight, shiny mass of sculpted curls. Billie visited Madame Berger twice a week to have her hair dyed with henna and combed into a coiffure style with the help of two huge shell combs. Those visits were not just a beauty ritual, but a reconnaissance mission to find out who was hanging out with whom, or, more specifically, who was sleeping with whom on the Lower East Side. Madame Berger's small establishment catered to the wives and girlfriends of mobsters, who showed up early on Friday afterno

“Rafeal let me ask you a question, who did your private investigator say that Clara is currently staying with??” “Arsenio Robert, and so???” “Arsenio Robert, the son of the same dangerous mafia man you worked with who almost killed you years ago??” she asked as she scoffed. “What exactly is your point Seraphina???” “My point is that your brain seems to have stopped functioning because if it was, then you would know that Arsenio could be as dangerous as his Father!!!!” “And why do you care if he is dangerous??? The last time I checked you didn't seem to give a fuck about me or my were being.” I said as I rolled my eyes.

She ate her food quietly and as soon as she could she left them to it pulling a pillow over her head at the noises coming from the other bedrooms. It was the last day of their holiday and she felt strange and on edge for some reason she was sure she was being watched and she took her gut instincts very seriously. Staying safely inside the complex she kept out of sight away from the Main Doors. All her senses were on high alert and it did not take her long to spot the two men dressed in expensive Armani suits, with dark glasses trying to look nonchalant and sticking out like a sore thumb. With a shock, she realised they were Mafia Guards and as she studied them from her hidden vantage point s

Chiara choked and Aria nodded, seemingly understanding Chiara’s response. “Don’t love your new guy more than me.” Aria said teasingly and rolled her eyes. “There’s no way I’m going to love that douchebag.” Chiara muttered distastefully and Aria laughed in amusement. “You’ll be saying that now but pretty soon he’ll be the only thing on your mind.” “You shouldn’t be talking about these kind of stuff with me.” Chiara said and Aria rolled her eyes in amusement. The rest of the makeover was done in comfortable silence. By the time they had finished, Chiara could barely recognize herself. The makeup wasn’t over-the-top like she had requested but her bangs were slightly trimmed and her hair curled

❤️ A faint smirk touched his lips. “I know you’ll hate me… you’ll be angry…” His fingers tightened slightly in her hair— “But this… is what’s best for us.” A pause. “And today… the way you fought…” 🔥 “I liked it.” His gaze darkened. “Because that strength… will save you in the future.” He exhaled slowly— “There will come a time… when you’ll feel completely broken…” His voice dropped— “But you’ll have to stand again… because you are the Queen of this mafia world…”

The Mensah Moon Estate was massive, built like a fortified castle and dripping in modern mafia opulence, fully decorated with silver banners and fresh kills to celebrate Amara’s big day. Every high-ranking wolf in the room wore expensive tailored suits and heavy gold chains, except for Rapha. He stood out like a dying rogue, dressed in an oversized shirt and frayed jeans, his face covered in dark ash to mimic a sickness. He didn’t just disrupt the elegant mafia gathering—he completely shattered the illusion.

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?