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Seven? “Thank you,” she replied, flashing me a weak smile. “It’s a tough business, the mafia.” I wanted to know more, but I didn’t want to push. “I’m sure it is.” I’d heard horror stories about the mafia. Shootings and stabbings seemed to be common place. The mafia was notorious for hitmen, werewolves willing to kill a target for money. And I assumed the Santonio family, as one of the biggest mafia around, had a TON of hit men.

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.

"Pier 7. Twelve years ago. November." "Jesus," a new voice cut in—Noah, the only hacker in the city who didn't sleep. "The Leviathan is the ship where the old man Moretti caught a 'stray crane' to the skull. Official word was an accident. The streets said Dominic cleared the throne." "The manifest has a signature," Lina said, her heart hammering against her ribs. "A big, jagged 'V'." "Victor Russos," Bailey finished, his voice trembling. "If Dominic was cutting deals with their biggest rival the night his father died... Marco will burn this city to the ground to kill his brother. You aren't holding a story, kid. You're holding a nuke."

No daylight, no damn ventilation, just me, four walls, and the lingering scent of piss and betrayal. I wasn’t chained up like some criminal. No, they wanted me alive enough to bleed slowly. I clenched my jaw, as my thoughts drifted somewhere else with blood crusted at the corner of my mouth, the metallic taste making me growl. The only thing ringing in my head louder than the news broadcast was one word: Alessia and The White Book. That file was my damn insurance policy and my last resort to destroy everything that existed in the Mafia Family. A powerful ledger so vile, so goddamn explosive it would make the FBI piss their pants and make the Mafia run for cover.

Chapter five Micah’s POV What the fuck kind of mafia N*****x nightmare had I landed in? Was I being tested? Everything that had happened from the warehouse till now felt surreal, like I’d wake up in a cold sweat any second and laugh at how messed up my dreams had gotten. But I wasn’t waking up. And Elio Romano... God. What the hell was that earlier? Why did he storm in like a man possessed, only to stop short like he was fighting himself? There’d been tension in the air, thick enough to choke on.

If Meekey was going to carve out a future for herself—maybe even earn a sliver of space in her daughter’s world—she had to do it the right way. Build a life. Get clean. Stay steady. And hold onto her leverage—not as a weapon, but as protection. She finished her cigarette, crushed it under her boot, and went back inside. She worked until close, then walked the six blocks back to Vanessa’s apartment with her hoodie up and her head down. Inside, the house was quiet. But on the table, a folded note waited for her. Meekey, Some guy came by asking questions. Said he knew you. Said his name was Rome.

Ashly was sitting alone in the meeting room. She was so sunk into the book she was reading. It's been a month since Monika left, and it's not like Ashly didn't feel bad when Monika cried in front of her, but what she can do She never likes to share her things with others. And it's not a bad thing because, apparently, her husband is also the same. Well, talking about now, she was reading a book called "The History of the Mafia Kingdom", when Zia entered the room.

'My name?' He asked with a shocked expression. 'Yes.' He frowned and looked me in the eyes. 'Giovanni, my name is Giovanni LaRosa.' I smiled to myself. It's long and sexy, just what I hoped for. 'Okay, uhmm...' I was thinking what question I could ask. 'Do you do illegal stuff?' I asked. 'Yes. I do.' He said. Jesus, that was easy.. I nodded my head and thought of the possible thing he did. Maybe he killed more than just my sister. Or he is into drugs. Or woman export. You never know. But I'm already screwed, so fuck it.

I just go so far off I almost forget what it is I’m here to talk about. No, you didn't tune into this book to read about my life in a random Kasi like millions of others in South Africa. You definitely didn’t tune into this book to read about my albinism and my life with it, no. You're here to read about how in the hell a girl like me living in an RDP home in Mabopane, got wrapped up with the Italian Mafia and a very, very dangerous man named Arrigo Gabriele Leonardo. My name is Nyeleti Mabuya- trust me when I say, you definitely want to read this story.

"Not just young girls, Rafael. The best. The most beautiful. The most talented. And we'll make a fortune doing it." Eva felt a wave of nausea wash over her. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Well, Lorenzo, fine," Rafael said, and she looked at him surprised. All these things were making Eva very uncomfortable. She used to be a reporter and used to expose such people, but today she is the wife of a mafia leader. There was a strange restlessness in her heart.