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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 shouldn’t say any more than that or they might get back with my family because that's just the way they are. Mafias are ruthless. They are rotten to their core. They aren’t the ideal men written in fictions. They’ll hurt you and put you in danger. Children shouldn’t make the mafia the standard no matter how good they came to be in fictions. They are criminals and I know all of it because I once became an underdog of a mafia. They kill ruthlessly and they don’t care how evil they become. “First you stereotyped us for being noble and now, you are stereotyping us as someone worse than a criminal.”

I ask him, he had every single book around here, all genres and all kinds. "I like mafia books, want to read this one?" he ask picking one for the two of us, I nodded, taking the book from him, it's called "Monster in his eyes". "Let's begin my little mafia," I say with a smile, I took a seat o the sofa, allowing him to sit next to me, he had his legs laying over my lap, while I read the story about the mafia, about how the boss fell in love with the girl. "The Vitale are asses!" Eliot says, making me roll my eyes, sure, I love a mafia story, but reading about humans who are such a badass as Eliot put it, only made me feel pissed.

But when I turned around, it wasn’t him. It was Murphy. My whole body froze. He walked toward me casually, hands in his pockets, a lazy smirk on his lips. My fists clenched by instinct, though I didn’t know what I could do with them. I was scared, any sane person would be, but I wasn’t going to show it. “You’re one of Bruno’s men, right?” I asked, keeping my voice steady. He tilted his head and gave a half-smile. “Yeah. I run a few of Bruno’s businesses in Colombia.”

He was sitting on the couch, as if waiting for her to wake up. Eva recalls last night how this man brutally murdered a man, and hatred has filled her heart. Eva looks into his eyes. “So it was true that you are associated with the mafia; then why didn't you agree when I asked the question?” Rafael laughs “You asked the wrong question, baby girl.” Rafael gets up and walks slowly towards her, and Eva tries hard to free herself. “No need to lie. I saw your cruelty last night.” “When did I say that I am not related to the mafia, but I am not only related to the mafia, but I am a MAFIA KING myself, baby girl?”

“You know what this slut told me—?!” “It doesn’t matter. Fuck off.” “She said she didn’t have any guy in her life!” Dante visibly tensed and let go of Stefan. He stared blankly at Chiara and turned back to Stefan, suddenly punching him. Stefan staggered back and when he raised his head again, there was something clouding the madness once in his eyes—it was fear, and blood. “Get out. Now.” Stefan scoffed and quickly scurried out of the restaurant, s tremble in every step he took.

Sherly listened attentively as the reporter's voice filled the vehicle, detailing the recent events in the ongoing mafia conflict. "The latest reports indicate that the long-standing rivalry between the Vile Mafia and the Rui Lin Mafia has reached a violent climax," the reporter announced gravely. Sherly looked out of the window, as she already knew its content. "In a decisive battle earlier today, the Rui Lin Mafia emerged victorious, effectively dismantling the Vile Mafia's hold on the city."

"And tonight, I’ll remind you exactly why." She barely had time to catch her breath before he consumed her completely—once again dragging her into his sinful world of pleasure and possession. Meanwhile… In the lavish conference room of Antonio’s mansion, the air was thick with tension. The smell of bourbon and cigars filled the space, while a detailed city map lay spread across the table, marked with red circles over key locations. Antonio sat at the head of the table, flipping through the latest report Marcus had handed him. A new mafia had emerged. They called themselves Nuovo Ordine. Marcus stood beside him, his tone sharp.

None of them looked younger than twenty-four, meaning I had to be the youngest. The mansion belonged to one of the most feared men in the city, Domenico Fanucci. Although he tried covering his tracks behind a family vineyard and brewery, everyone knew him as one of the most ruthless and notorious mafia bosses. His sons had quite the reputation in the city as well, and it was not a good one. There was the youngest brother, Dante, known for his playboy ways, the middle child, Gian, known for his lack of manners, and at last, the oldest, the heir—Alessio, known for his hideous temper, cold aura, and handsome looks.

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