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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.

“The real truth is he was probably followed into the woods, beaten to semiconsciousness then tossed over the edge of the cliff.” “Yes.” Her dark eyes are full of sympathy. “So, John was killed, most likely by—” I swallow. Nolan’s name bounces around my skull, on the tip of my tongue. I can’t do it. “Someone from the Morfil family. My father was most likely killed through some kind of Mafia connection.” Dai Qing closes the file and stares at me for a moment. “He learned Italian after your brother was murdered, right?” I give a curt nod. “The De Luca family speaks primarily Italian for their business purposes.”

"This is common in the mafia world, and you will soon get used to it. You are my wife, and you should support me." "My principles are against this; I will not support you in this sin even if I want to." "So stay away from my business, baby." He kissed her on the forehead and wore his coat. "I will meet you in the evening; take care of yourself." With this, he went out of the room, and Eva sat in the corner of the bed. This world is really dark; there are no people here who think like her. Eva's eyes dropped, her gaze falling on the floor as she felt a sense of isolation wash over her. She knew that she didn't fit into this world, where morality was flexible and principles were compromised. S

“Okay! Okay! No condiments required.” And just like that, their version of domestic bliss rolled forward: cravings, tears, chaos, and love in equal measure. In the heart of a mafia empire, with chaos and war always brewing somewhere outside their windows, Nico and Lucas built their own little world full of snack wrappers, belly rubs, and soft touches that never needed translation. Even if it smelled faintly of vinegar.

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.

I cut the call and went to my mini-bar in my study, and I poured a glass of whiskey for myself. I needed it after everything that has been happening. The Donovans, one of the strongest mafias in New York, the FBI—it was probably the Donovans who had alerted the FBI of our operations, but who had alerted the Donovans was the question. An insider? A spy? One of our men? I tried not to think of that last part, even though it was the first thing that had popped into my mind the minute I heard the news. But it was logical considering that everybody hated everybody in the Mafia world, and probably a bunch of people wanted me out of the throne.

​I poured a glass of whiskey and stared at the framed copy of my debut novel sitting on the shelf. Cara Mia. ​Writing it had been my only lifeline during this hellish year. It was supposed to be a catharsis, a way to process the madness of being a mafia lord’s wife. Every page was stained with the truth of us. I wrote about the way he smelled of expensive tobacco and gunpowder, the way his Italian filtered through his lips like a prayer, and the way he looked at me as if I were the only thing in this world worth saving.

“I love my brother, but he’s an asshole and a man-whore. You should be lucky when you fall pregnant because then you can reject his advances and let him go to his whorehouses-” “What?!” I exclaim, my heart leaping into my throat. “He… he would do that even if he’s married to me?” Her brows furrow together, and she genuinely looks confused. “All mafia men do that, Lucia. It’s a staple in our world where they get to fuck around while we remain home raising kids. My mother used to say at least they come home to you, but what exactly are they bringing home after fucking other women?” She scoffs. “We’re only there to be their arm candy, there to make them look good and bear their children. The so

'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.