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"Señorita, are you all right?" "I'm not. Donna, please the cops. Call Adam!" "If Luke and the rest would get caught, Martin would also be investigated. So far, only a few know that he's a mafia leader. That he is no other than the notorious mafia boss of the Scarface Gang in Italy. Señorita, do you want that to happen?" Donna intuitively asked a question I couldn't get to find the right answer. I just shook my head in my response. "Let's go to your room. You need to rest!"

What a poor way treatment. ‘Come on, Ronin, this was not how I was expecting to be treated by a mafia don. Manipulative Don, was not my ideal!’ I scoffed. Then i took a careful step towards him. “I have heard that mafia dons are obsessed with having mistresses.” I chined up, levelling my gaze up to steal a look with him. “But don’t you think that’s too low for you. I mean making your own son’s ex-girlfriend, your mistress! Imagine how bad you’ll have an impression on the world.” I clicked my tongue, smiling at him, I crossed my arms on my chest.

Matteo said. "Let me make myself clear, Matteo. I do not want some whore you bought," Matteo's son, Vittore answered in a deadly calm voice. Now that word hurt. It made terrifying memories flash in my mind. I sagged, being held up my two men as I tried not to have a panic attack. I breathed slowly. Now was not the time Dalia. You are free ok? You are out. Breathe. Breathe... "I realise she is in fact pathetic but, she is property of our mafia. She's worth billions," I was confused at that.

Sergio muttered something and sat back down, but I stood still , staring at her. sit, she said to me again, in a more commanding tone. I scoffed. "I know the conditions for the will, and I've talked it over with the mafia. Casa del Leonardo belongs to me, as well as the vineyards and the mafia. The only condition is to get married, right?" I smirked. "Then that's what I'm going to do." I walked away. "Lorenzo ! Get back here!" she hissed, but I ignored her. I took out my phone and dialed Festus.

their aura gave off a hostility that made my wolf go on guard immediately. "...Blackwood is stepping on ground that doesn't belong to him," I heard the gray-haired man say, holding a whiskey glass with a dangerous firmness. "He thinks he's untouchable, but even gods bleed if you cut off their supply." "That goddamn Killian has been a monster since the Holding gave him total power," the other replied, a younger man in a suit that carried the indignity of the English mafia. "But we can't keep being enslaved by him. We need to find his weak point and set him on fire."

“Sell it? I thought you said it belonged to the donor.” She leaned back in her chair, her face tense. “That’s the thing. This isn’t just any cross, Clara. It’s… unique.” “What do you mean?” Lucaa hesitated, as if deciding whether to tell me the truth. Finally, she sighed. “There’s a tradition among certain mafia families. The cross represents loyalty, faith, and… power. I’m almost certain this belonged to someone connected to them or worse… one of them.” I stared at the cross, my stomach twisting. “Are you saying the donor could be… mafia?”

“He is too soft for a position like that! He lost his wife and went into ghost mode for years! He will fail the entire family if he takes that position” I nodded my head in agreement, and he stood up angrily. I couldn't help but carefully look at the tailored satin suit he wore which obviously cost an arm and a leg. The Don is the youngest and hottest among all the other mafia’s. Well I mean Maverick is a bit hotter than him, but Micheal has style, he is so much into fashion, and he is a crazy-ass psychopath! I love that about him. I am not gay, but I could turn one for him.

She entered it, though reading was not her favorite hobby—sometimes, she liked immersing herself in it. When she retired to her room, it was already afternoon. Her mind danced with thoughts until she remembered that she was now married, yet she didn’t know how to treat her husband—especially since, according to Vicky, she was married to a member of the mafia. From now on, her life would no longer be okay or peaceful. She sighed. “Now I must not only care about my identity at night, but I must also care about it during the day.”

There were seven girls for them to select from, and Samantha swallowed hard as the first old man approached her. He even touched her face, and instinctively, Samantha closed her eyes as he leaned in to smell her neck, causing her knees to weaken. Samantha wanted to curse him for his actions, but fear still held her back. "Mr. Chaves, you know the deal, payment first before anything like that," said a man named Ace. He was also the boss, but someone higher up was orchestrating all these illegal activities. "Haha... I know, it's just that she looks so beautiful and fresh, but I'll look at others first," said the old man, walking away and stopping next to Gwen.

Thomas stayed behind, intently staring at a shocked micheal. "You got a phone call about a bomb and you felt it would be wise to not inform Raphael and go ahead and check it yourself?" He quizzically asked. "What are you trying to insinuate?" Micheal replied, irritation souring in his voice. "I have been in this mafia longer than you and Raphael. I was picked by Armani and put into this syndicate. I know all about the warehouses, business partners, politicians, drugs, shipments around the coast, factories, name it all. I have full knowledge because I was once the capo dei capi. I am not a stranger to how things are done in the mafia so don't dare try to belittle my status with your words" Mi