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Matt panicked, "Boss, I don't know what you're talking about" The Underboss pulled the 9mm pistol behind him and hits the hammer, pointing the weapon to the operator who quickly raised his hands in shock. "Boss, what's going on?" "My uncle will not hire a random person to join the applicants for this post month ago. It must be a mafia operator with good credentials, he knew I would pick you. I don't recognize your face but you know who I am, Luca Antonio, the Underboss of the Finest White Mafia gang, the one who slits throats and projects bullets. Deny it one more time and the pain of a bullet in your brain will be the last thing you feel "

That was the most foolish thing she would have done. "Nathan, what are you doing? Who said that I want to go overseas with you?" "I am just trying to keep you safe so that my brother does not harm you. Do you know what mafia bosses do to people who betray them and take them for granted?" "Who is a mafia boss?" "They deal with all kinds of dark business and drugs. Once they catch a traitor, they kill them and then they sell their organs to the black market. Believe it or not, my brother is the president of all mafia bosses in the entire city."

At least I had gifts that will pay out. “That depends on what you’re offering me.” “ I want something very valuable, something whose value is over a million. I know you’re staying with the mafia boss from Russia. Everyone whispers about him around here, calling him a beast and death so I know he’s definitely treating you. He has money. I want maybe a necklace and a pair of earrings. If I pawn them off and find out that they cost below a million I am definitely telling all your secrets so be careful what you do to me because I am not a person you want to cross.”

Below us, my city lay in perfect silence, blanketed in snow and secrets. Ours now. No, mine. At least, that’s what it had always been about. Power, control, bloodless succession and becoming Pakhan not just of my father’s empire, but of all five Bratva families. Uniting them under one iron fist—mine. And I was close. So fucking close I could taste it. One year. That was all I needed. A stable marriage. A loyal image. A way to sever ties with Rojas as a supplier and move everything through Mexico instead. Then Luna could walk away. I could become the boss of all bosses.

I nodded to Diego and he took out some more crisp one hundred dollar bills and was about to give to hand them to Gus when he put his hand up to in refusal, " No, no. I don't want money from you. I want you to promise our protection. This man is from the mafia. He will kill us if he finds out." So he's mafia. Interesting. It made sense. Whoever had taken Katarina knew of the inner workings of our establishment. They knew the premises of the main house, knew where each camera was and how to remain incognito. This person also knew about the debt of Chase Tomas, knew intimate details of our dealings. In order for that, they had to be mafia, which is what my father had mentioned at our last meeti

I could feel it grazing it. "Have you ever heard of the Mafia?" I think I just gulped down an invisible apple. --- So apparently he's in the mafia. Not only that... he's literally a mafia boss. A fucking Italian mafia boss. I am toast. I am screwed. I am fucked. Holy shit. Ethan, please come and get me. I don't think I can stomach the thought that I'm hanging out with a crime boss. "You seem nervous, amore. I thought you are just going to have a meeting with your friend." He had a mischievous smirk right in his handsome face.

To clear my head, to regain control before I did something reckless. I couldn't afford to let my emotions cloud my judgment, not in this world. I turned and strode out of the estate, the need to bury myself in the familiar chaos of the mafia world pulling me forward. The meeting was in full swing when I arrived. Cigarette smoke hung heavy in the air, mingling with the scent of stale coffee and cheap cologne. Faces, hardened by years of violence and betrayal, turned towards me as I entered. "Boss Giovanni," Dmitri, my second-in-command, greeted me with a curt nod. "You're late."

he said with an ironic chuckle. "What were you prepared for exactly?" I asked curiously. "For being chased by another mafia gang." "So you are in the mafia then?" I asked. Since Elian was already telling and there was nothing else that could risk my life more than it was now, I might as well just know a little bit more about him. "Not just in it, but I'm the leader." I gasped. "For real?" He nodded. I tried to digest the information. So… my boss was in the mafia? No, just in it. He was the leader of a mafia gang. Wow.

Worse than untouchable— they were unstoppable. Italian-American mafia royalty. Ruthless, brilliant, devastatingly efficient killers. And he wanted me to try to assassinate them? Fucking madness. “I can’t do it,” I said, through gritted teeth, trying to sound firm. “That’s suicide, painful suicide.” “Oh, that’s too bad…” my boss cooed. Then gunshots echoed through the phone, followed by a scream. A small, fragile, terrified feminine scream. No! My blood turned to ice.

I could never forget it. “I thought of using it against Maxim but something as minuscule as that wouldn’t move him. He has fucked a lot of other girls as roughly as he has fucked you so it’s nothing to him, but the possessiveness he has over you? That was something to look into. When I heard you guys were fighting, I knew it was a goldmine and I had to take advantage of it fast.” “What?” How did he know all this? “I have my ways, little girl. And you should learn to be respectful. Women are nothing in the mafia. Don’t make me teach you this lesson the hard way.”