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“You know what The Outfit did to your sister, what are you going to do about this?” Luca Bianchi had his henchman kidnap and rape Danielle. This was the reason she was so hard today - they broke her over the course of three weeks. He clenched his fist, remembering how she looked when they returned her; her spark was gone and replaced by a broken spirit with a thirst for blood.

If I don’t, I am going to lose her. “Get Killian to what?”, she asks me. I watch as her eyes shine in curiosity. She really has no idea how dangerous he can be; Pavlov is a puppy next to Killian. Pavlov has no chance next to him. He is child’s play, while Killian is the real deal. The most dangerous mafia man in New York. Yes, we are best friends, but even I know not to cross him.

I poured myself a glass of water and drank it in one go. Nikolai “The Devil” Costello, El Padrino. I shook my head, nope, not going to believe it unless I talk to him myself. I made my way out of the kitchen and went straight to the library. Since I had nothing to do, I settled on reading a book. I surveyed the huge library and finally found a book that seemed interesting enough to read. “Mafia and Mafiosi by Henner Hess” With a book in my hand, I walked back to Nikolai's seat to read but halted in my steps as I saw him already sitting on it.

“The Contini’s just opened a right this morning. The timings are just way too close. It is as if they have been keeping tabs on us, planning carefully when to strike, while acquiring this new pub. And when the time was right, they hit!” “Hmmmm.” I hummed, feeling the familiar dark cloud creeping in, and fast! “What should we do? I have our men ready for anything. You just need to say the word.” He jumped in his seat, excitement dancing beneath the bloodlust that raged on the surface of his being. He was just like me. Blood was water to us, and the Grim Reaper was our fucking bestie! “Where is this pub?” “It’s in Naples.” Fuck. Another gruesome jet ride to Naples. I was all things powerful bu

ADONIS “You ordered Julian to kill the man from the cafe attack?” were Dom’s first words when I entered the study room. Had he interrupted my time with Abigail for this? I frowned at his tone. “Why is it such a big deal?” “It’s a fucking big deal because I wanted to get information out of him. I wanted to know what else those bratkis had planned. Is that such a big crime, Capo?” I gritted my teeth, my obvious rage flickering in my eyes. “Don’t take that fucking tone with me, Domenico, because yes, I am your capo. And I gave the orders to kill that fucking bastard, so who the fuck are you to question me?”

Cristo, what the fuck is this woman doing to me? She’s quiet on the drive home while I distract myself with returning calls I’ve missed. It’s after 3 am now and the entire estate is on high alert because the only Moretti heir is coming back to New York, the only one left with true Camorra blood. I’ve had three cars and four motorcycles follow us on our way home but there have been no attacks on us. Not that I give a shit about Lucia, but the mere thought that someone could rip this kitten from me and put an immediate stop to my plans makes my veins burn hot with fury.

"Madeline inquired about our destination, her unease lingering from the events at the premiere. I responded, intending to address the secrets that burdened us. Initially, I had no intention of opening Dante's envelope, as his words held no significance to me. However, feeling obligated to fulfill the dying man's wish, I reluctantly opened it, thereby altering my world once again. The contents inside brought forth a mix of heartbreak and solace. Eventually, I came to terms with the fact that he had bequeathed his entire estate and fortune to me through his will. It was tainted money, often referred to as blood money. Moreover, I discovered that I was also the heir to the Massimo mafia family,

I returned back with a big brown envelope. "What's that? Serena... I asked you to stay back and not do any work. Tell me, what is it? I've noticed that you have been acting strange for the past few days. Yesterday you walked out on me, what's wrong? Don't tell me you've gotten yourself involved in some dirty deal again? Serena... We haven't recovered from Rocco's issue yet and you are already in another mess? "Why? Why does it affect you. This is my job, where I make my millions and billions. We're you thinking I would stop cause of the last event? No. Once a Mafia always a Mafia"

Vincenzo had just turned 18 when I first met him. He was the youngest son of the Corleone famiglia, often overlooked and even ostracized by his uncles. The former Don Corleone wanted Vincenzo to marry the daughter of another Illyian mafia famiglia to strengthen their alliances. But he rebelled and ran away from the famiglia to come to Nowork. There, he found me, someone who had already made a name for herself in the underworld then.

Something must have happened — something big enough for Alessandro to erase his own blood from his life. But none of that mattered now. All that mattered was bringing the man back. Because if Alessandro wouldn’t bow to power, then maybe his brother would become the weapon that forced him to. I stared out the window as the road stretched ahead. One successful move. That was all I needed to change everything. We arrived in Naples just before noon. The city was already alive — scooters racing through narrow streets, vendors shouting over each other, laundry hanging between balconies like flags of ordinary lives. A strange contrast to the business that had brought us here.