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BELLA Chicago Outfit princesses back from the dead. We all know of the tragic incident that took place ten years ago, the attack that had almost destroyed the Mob organisation known as the Outfit, based in Chicago and some coastal parts of the West. Three of the members of Godfather Rossi’s family, his daughter and two granddaughters, along with a Made man’s daughter, had been travelling midtown when an unexpected attack marked their deaths. The incident left many people broken. Strengthened many as well.

His skull was shaved clean and inked all the way to his eyebrows, which somehow made him look even more terrifying. I stopped a few feet away, dragging the Jackal kid by the back of his shirt. Ambrose raised his head toward them and gave a grin like he was greeting an old friend, but I knew better. That grin was a curtain. Behind it lived the real Ambrose, the man who was the only other widely feared Bike Lord in New Orleans. The first was Vex Mercer, and nobody ever forgot it. “Took you long enough,” Ambrose drawled, tapping his pipe against his palm. Smoke curled lazily from the bowl. “The hell were you doing out there? Having brunch with these fools?”

Of course, he would do that. He was an asshole and not even sex would change him. Besides, what’d I think would happen? That my vagina will magically change him? “Why are we even talking about my brother? The Outlaws are throwing a party tonight and you are coming with me! You haven’t lived in this town if you have not been to an outlaw party!” What the hell else do I have to lose? “Hell yeah! Let’s do it!” LATER THAT NIGHT The Outlaws were a special kind of wild. Their members were far more unruly than the Ryders. As soon as I stepped into their warehouse, the heavy smell of drugs knocked me off my feet. Weed, cocaine, alcohol, you name it was all over the place.

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Mason and Peter gather their people and allies to attack the Black River Gang that afternoon. The moment both of them arrived at the Black River Base; the place was already in chaos. The Black River Gang was caught off guard by the attack made by the Blood Brother’s Gang and The Underworld’s. In less than 15 minutes, half of his people had gone down. Most of them suffered a severe injury, and some were unfortunate enough to live a short life. Mason and Peter had given words not to show mercy to them after hearing that Lint River’s daughter poisoned their sister.

As Sherly sifted through the stack of documents on her desk, her brows furrowed in concentration. Two days had passed since the ball, yet the memory of the mysterious figure who had glared at George lingered in her mind like a haunting specter. She couldn't help but think of that man since she felt that he wasn't simple at all. He is part of the Vile Mafia; she knows it. However, for some reason, according to the information she had, she was part of the Rui Lin Mafia before.

He underestimated me. “I have information that will interest you boss.” He quickly said. He must’ve noticed my hand lingering on the gun beside me. “What makes you think I want to listen to you?” I raised my eyebrow. “Everyone in the underground is talking about it. A book.” He takes a deep breath, “There’s a book that has all the secrets of all the gangs in the city. Even that of El Alma.” The mere mention of the top mafia group in Chicago grabs my attention. Even though it was mostly non-existent and hidden, El Alma remained the biggest mafia group to ever exist. It’s been around since my father was still a boy.

" Travis threw his hate back in the ring. "It's gotta be the rustlers." Henry lazily sat back in his seat. "Rustlers?" I finally spoke. Everyone became silent as I tried to reign in my Alpha tone. "What rustlers?" I tried to say normally. Ed scratched his head, but only James met my eyes. "A couple years back, we ran off a small motorcycle gang that had been holed up in town a little too long. Cattle went missing every night they stayed, but once they moved along, no more cattle were lost. The problem is we can't find any of these so-called rustlers, and there is no sign of the motorcycle gang."

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Six enforcers flanking. They'd chosen the spot well. It was meant to feel inevitable. Riley pulled the red bike to a stop beside mine. I got off. She got off. The twins were in the back of Grayson's truck — Mara had arrived, somehow, somewhere in northern Nevada, because Mara is exactly the kind of person who drives through the night to be where she's needed. Head Elder Reth stood at the center. He was old in the way that long-lived wolves are old — not frail, just ancient, carrying the weight of a long accumulation of certainty about how the world was supposed to work.