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I said without looking at him, waiting patiently for the metal to heat up. "What?" "I said, try again," I growled, my voice cold and low. "Mr. Gabriel?" "Wrong." I smirked, and then placed the hot blade on his palm. But that wouldn't hurt, right? I shifted slightly to where it would hurt most. This time, he couldn't hold back the scream as the searing metal sunk into his flesh. His friends watched in stunned horror. I leaned close to his ear. "My name is Luciano Russo, heir to the Italian Mafia. And I'm just getting started with you."

It promised more answers if Elena wanted the truth. Elena showed it to Damien. He said it could be a trap meant to pull them back into violence. Elena agreed, but she could not ignore the chance that something about her father’s death was still hidden. After days of talking, she admitted she needed to know, even if it threatened the peace they had built. Marco traced the letter. Within a week, he confirmed the postmark was from Moscow. The photo appeared real. Elena felt sick. Moscow meant Russian ties. The only Russian group they had dealt with was the Bratva, which they believed was gone.

" Girl, I have known you for almost 10 years now. I can tell from your face that something happened for sure." " Um, he kissed me?" It came out more like a question from my mouth. "Girl, what did you even do, huh!!! Don't you know about his link with the Russian Mafia?? Don't you fucking know that there are rumours as well about him being the fucking leader of the Russian Mafia? " My eyes widened in shock!!! What the hell is going on!!! MAFIA!!! THE FREAKING RUSSIAN MAFIA!!!!

The blanket unraveled in his hands, and bliss enveloped her the moment he draped the soft, thick wool around her shoulders. “Am I going to stay here?” She looked around what seemed to be one dark, dingy warehouse. “You could turn down the AC a little bit, you know.” “AC?” he repeated with a low chuckle. “This is all compliments of the lovely evening weather.” “Weather? Where the hell…” Alexei slowly sat on his heels and placed his broad hands on her shoulders. He smiled at her like Christmas had come early. “Welcome to Moscow, Miss Daniella De Luca. The Russian mafia is looking forward to working with you.”

I nod my head and quickly walk around the counter and grab the coffee pot and a mug, walking back over to his booth and place the mug in front of him and instantly begin to pour the dark liquid into his mug. “So…..” the beautiful stranger begins then takes a sip out of his hot coffee then places it back down onto the table and looks up at me with his gorgeous blue eyes “Can I get your name or am I going to have to call you blondie or waitress for the rest of the night?” “My name is Lili” I reply to him, pulling my top lip with my teeth as I look down at him.

" I rushed into the lady's room and locked the door, glad that room didn't have a restroom attached to it because that was the only way my plan would work. I searched for the bag where the girl said she hide it. I quickly took off the light clothing I was wearing that barely covered anything in my nobody, changing it to a black tight-fitting latex jumpsuit with a zipper running upwards from just below my stomach. I packed my long black hair in a high ponytail and wore my boots after which I wore a black mask that hide the area around my eye. Giving myself one last look in the mirror, I hide the bag, unlocked the door, and rushed towards the window of the restroom. My name is Maeve ford, form

She made eyes at Tyrone who gave a merry snort of laughter. “Do you know who Edik Volkov is? Sacha Volkov? Lenin Volkov?” The man paled visibly, “yeah, I mean everyone does. Russian mafia. I knew a guy who borrowed money from them and he was found splattered against the walls of his apartment.” She sniggered at the comment. It was something her uncle would have done. Never proven of course. Just rumours in the underworld and she knew better to ask if it was true but she suspected it was. He liked to play with exploding bullets.

’ She saw his eyes glitter with amusement, ‘No beautiful not dancing something much more energetic.’ He handed her another glass of the sparkling wine and they spent the next hour eating the delicious food his Chef had prepared flirting and teasing each other. He loved her bright intelligence, she knew all about the Mafia and was up-to-date on most things quizzing him on the stuff she was not sure of. With a teasing lilt to her voice she asked him about his maids, and when he shrugged and replied it was not something she should concern herself with made her frown, ‘Is there something you are hiding fro

Fear, acute and raw, clawed at my chest and for the first time, I was praying for Ruslan to come save me. I might hate him with everything I've got, but at that very moment, only him could save me from this pervert, touching and fondling with my ass like some toy. I couldn't move away or slap him for disrespecting me. Lawfully, he has no right to do such thing to me, but in the mafia world, he has every right, most especially when we would be getting married in less than three months away. I bit my lower lips, almost drawing out blood as my eyes snapped to the entrance door, praying frantically for Ruslan to show up.

Cassie feigned innocence, a subtle smirk still playing on her lips as she winked at hades. She took a sip of her drink, her eyes darting between the two brothers. “Oh, dear. Are we talking about mafia business? I’m afraid I’m just a simple Russian girl, not much for complex dealings. Just here for the glitter. And the pretty boys.” She gave Gregory a playful pat on the arm, a gesture of ownership that seemed to irk Hades the more.