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The look of confusion on her face made me laugh even more. “Oh, you didn’t know? You came here to meet your future husband, didn’t you?” Sienna frowned, her lips parted as she processed what I just said. “Y-You’re Lucian Moretti?” “The one and only,” I replied, walking toward her with open arms. I didn’t expect she’d be able to get away from me and even had a gun with her. My intel said that the head of the Vale clan cherished his daughter dearly. Who would have expected that the cherished daughter could break an opponent’s bone and know how to shoot?

If there is one thing I know now, it is this: Elena is mine. The brown-eyed girl with a fascination for plants and absolutely no instinct for self-preservation somehow makes me feel more alive than I have in my entire existence. And for that, I will crush empires for her. Which is exactly what I am about to do to Gavril. When he first came here, I supported him. I was sentimental because I knew what it meant to be an outsider. A Russian trying to break into the Spanish mafia world. Even though I knew what his empire would be built on, I understood his struggle. My father was Italian. My mother is a Spanish heiress. But she is not a mafioso. And because of that, they never accepted me. They a

I thread my fingers in her roots and harshly lift her face up, My brown eyes collide with angry grey one's and my heart stops. _______________ I know many of you will not appreciate the treatment of women in this book, but I like to keep the reality element in my books and unfortunately this is how women are treated in the mafia. The main leads have met, what do you think will unfold? Vote and comment my loves... ♥️♥️

I couldn't take the suffocation I felt. My father didn't stop me. He simply sighed as I made my way past him and into the family room. I wanted to laugh at the irony. I sat on the couch and stared at the piano. I wanted to play but I knew the moment I touched that piano I would break down. I had no room for emotion in my life right now. I was going to be the biggest Mafia Don this world had ever seen. Mafia Dons have no room for emotions or family. My father taught me that early on. “Good Evening Master, Neko is making Dinner. Would you like me to play you a song?” Ayla questioned as she spotted me staring at the Grand Piano.

I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him quickly only to be interrupted by Landon. "Can't you two seriously wait? We're kind of in the middle of something if you don't remember." I grinned at him before shooting one of the opposing mafia members just before they could reach him, unbeknownst to him due to his complaining. His eyes widened as he glanced back at the body lying behind him then turned to face me again. "Thanks." I nodded, the grin growing on my face.

I gritted my teeth and mustered all the energy in the world to push Bennett away and thank God I did. "What do you mean by that?" He snapped and grabbed my arm again, a little more harsher and tighter. "I wouldn't disrespect me here Miss Stiles. This is not a place to cuss around. This isn't Seattle neither is this Los Angeles. You walked into my Mafia den and..." "Mafia?" My eyes widened and I blinked. "I thought it was a gang thing...but a Mafia?" I was not stupid neither was I foolish. I knew what the Mafia did. Well, not really did but the books I've read said a lot and they were real. They didn't play cards or run around in circles. They shot, tortured, kill and traffick women and child

As Halloway always said “In order to be a good agent, you’ve got to be able to think like a crook and anyone that knew the Mafia families well enough also knew that they had to commit a crime to cover up an organized crime which most times would lead to a slip up. Although it was going to be really hard, Charlie knew that she just had to be a little patient because when that slip happened, she would be waiting to get it and hopefully unravel the deep dirty secrets of the mafia. Then New York would be a safer place and these dark times would be over. She looked up from the pile of paperwork on her desk which she was trying to get through ,yawning because she was beginning to feel a little sle

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This bastard seemed really determined to blow her head off if she kept screaming and resisting. Yes, what kind of dream did Bella have last night that she had to experience a kidnapping like this? It was clear to her that these people were members of a gang. Marco Vilante, as Darrel suspected, was a dangerous mafia leader. Bella never thought she would have to deal with these dangerous people. It was all because of that damn accident that led to her being kidnapped like this.

Thank you for choosing "Mafia Men V - Marco's Vengeance." It's a standalone novel, so you can enjoy it without having read the previous books. However, if you want to delve deeper into the characters from earlier volumes, feel free to explore the entire series. »»————————«« This narrative is a work of fiction. All names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental.