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But curiosity had teeth, and it had already bitten deep. By morning, she tried to bury it in routine: coffee, making a list of chores, answering texts from Marco about restocking bottles. But even as she poured sugar into her mug, her mind replayed Dante’s presence—the way he had studied her, the faint scar above his eyebrow, the dangerous calm in his voice. He had power. She had no illusions about that. But he had looked at her as if she were the only person who mattered. And that thought, that terrifying pull, refused to leave her.

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“Marriage between you and me? You see that—how it sounds? A B S U R D.” “It’s either that or you go back to Zeus. And trust me, you don’t want to find out what he will do to you.” The back of my knees hit the chair. His arm snakes around my waist, catching me. “Have you heard of Ravens?” I nod. Who doesn’t know about the five deadly mafia lords who rule the world with an iron fist? And I know he is one of them.

I wasn’t innocent, I had my methods but I preferred to distance myself from certain crimes, trafficking being one of them but when Luca brought up the statistics of the New York casino, I knew we had to consider alternatives. Calista was a new money dirt bag who thought because he stumbled on money, he was suddenly an equal and a worthy opponent but that’s the thing with people like him, their loyalty was to money. In the mafia, our loyalty was to family, to one another before money or possessions. We had codes governing our acts and there are things we would never get involved in as a family. These new birds, they’ll do whatever it takes to be seen as powerful, nothing governing their acts

Putting his hand on his cheek, he glared at the woman. "How dare y-" "Just shut up!" Garaine yelled, trembling in rage. "How could you do that to me? I trusted you so much. I used to admire you. But you chose to join a mafia gang & betray me?! You know how much I hate the mafia but still, you chose to enter the underworld." She glared at her senior, standing face to face with him. Her eyes turned red, feeling the pain of betrayal slicing her heart. "Now, after doing such a horrendous deed, you are here to kill him and take me away? Didn't it hit your conscience? Don't you care how I will feel upon knowing the person whom I used to admire a lot turned into a dog of the heartless mafia?"

So, she could tell Jacob about it. “Compensation? There’s one thing I want.” “Okay. Name it.” “I want you to marry me.” “It’s impossible! I’m already married.” “You can divorce him. Don’t you know who he is?” She looked at him. “I know who he is.” “I bet you don’t know that he’s a mafia syndicate leader in our country,” he said calmly. “I know about it. In fact, you are the same.” “What?” His startled voice made her angry. “I know you are a mafia syndicate leader too. Don’t deny it!”

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I leaned over the railing, watching as the expensive and well-made prosthetic finger bounced a couple of times before falling into a drain hole. I felt his large, warm body press in close behind me, his breath tickling my ear. “Wear it as a badge of honor. And maybe people would respect you a little more. Mafia princess.” I tore my gaze from the ground, whirling around to slap him, shove him, anything in retaliation for what he just did. But he had vanished. In my anger, I threw the champagne flute over the railing, the sound of it shattering on the ground below doing nothing to placate my rage.

“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

Then twenty minutes ago I arrived at the club, so here I am, looking at all the pictures he's showing me. “Are these all you have? I want something more plush and conducive. Secure even.” I want Dawn to live a better life now that I’ve claimed her as mine. Whoever that’s mine should be treated as a queen. That’s how most bratva member and Italian mafia’s treat their woman.