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Cigar smoke curled into the air, mixing with the heavy scent of aged whiskey and the tension that hung thick in the room. Twelve men—elders of the Casa Nova Mafia Syndicate—sat in silence, their expressions unreadable, carved from years of bloodshed and power games. At the head of the table sat Mr. Scott, fingers drumming restlessly. His jaw was clenched, veins bulging in his neck as he slammed a fist down on the table. “What the fuck is going on, Scott?” barked one of the elder mafiosi, a man with a glass eye and a serpent tattoo snaking down his neck.

I take in the bodies, the blood, the weapons, and the other men who all look scary as hell. I recognize two of them from when they came to the office last week. “Jesus Christ,” the scariest of the group mutters before he crouches down and searches the pockets of a dead man. Mr. Vitale takes the gun from my trembling hand and tucks it behind his back into the waistband of his pants. Guns. Blood. Death. I shake my head, unable to process the immense shock and terror I experienced today. I’m surrounded by men. “Fuck. It’s the Slovak mafia,” one of the men growls. “I recognize the tattoos.”

“Your father went to him?” For a moment, the tension between us faded in his surprise. Rocco. The head of the Scorpions. The Albanian mafia. I gave a grim nod—until another thought hit me. “Is Sienna safe?” The words came out before I could stop them. Adrian’s face hardened. “Yes, my sister is safe. Not that it’s any of your concern,” he snapped. I clenched my jaw. “She’s my wife. I care about her. That makes it my concern.”

I said making my voice sound tough. " Good girl." He said and after then there was silence. I heard the door shut and I knew that they had left. I crawled onto my bed and cried. *** Robert's POV. We drove into the Martinez family house, there were security guards at every corner. Rico, who used to work as a right hand gun man for the Martinez family had given us a glimpse of what their record looked like. They ran the most dangerous mafia group in this side of the country. They had lots of enemies that was the reason they had so much security.

They pierced straight through me. The second man looked nearly identical, but warmer, or at least amused. One brow arched, and a faint smile pulled at his lips. And then I realized, my eyes widened, that I knew these faces. Everyone did. I had stumbled into The Volkov twins, two of the deadliest mafia dons in America. Just my fucking luck. I shook harder, fear threatening to overwhelm my heart and make it explode in my chest. I had heard stories, oh the stories. First of all, no one ever escaped them. They promised death and they delivered.

“Do you know who these guys are Kacey?” “What do you mean?” “They’re the Mafia Kayse. They’re dangerous. If you cross them well you’re fucking dead.” “So, why did you agree to going with a drink with Daniel then?” I work for him Kayse both of them. The club is there’s we have an understanding. Please keep safe.” “I will.”

Some of the men who recognized that it was Jayden; the leader of The Black Shade Mafia which was the most dangerous and most notorious Mafia in Italy, ran back to their seat while some completely left the club, looking so tattered and disorganized. "It isn't your turn man, wait till I am done with this bitch. I haven't touched her enough yet and still have a long way to go with her." A young man, who seemed to be in his early thirties said. "Get lost now before you regret." Jayden warned the man. "What will you do? I mean, what can you even do?" The man shouted at him, letting go of Jessica's hair as he came nearer to Jayden. "It seems like you have no idea about who I am right?" Jayden ask

Currently, his trust was waning. “Jayden, you don’t understand, these men are—” “Dangerous. Try another word. I’ve heard that too many times already.” “Look, if they come back here—” “You meanwhenthey come back here because they will. It’s the Bratva.” He threw off the covers and sat upright with that stubborn frown on his mouth and angry eyes. “Maybe you don’t understand. Serena, we’re talking about the freaking Russian mafia. They’re not only dangerous but vicious and ruthless. Unlike us, they don’t function with hot chocolate and emotions.They’re out there in the cold, ready to freeze their asses off if it means getting the job done. So, if you’re thinking of begging them not to take me w

“He will go with you, and handle the staying procedure, and security, so you will stay safe there.” I shook my head, immediately alert. “But Papa Elvis is already going with me, and he will handle things. As for staying, I would just be staying at campus, so I don’t think if I even need security there.” Papa visibly looked like he was about to have a headache. If one thing he cared about the most, was my safety. And now, I was actually denying him for the safe. So, his coming headache was obvious. Before my Papa could say something, Raven Blackwood interjected. Like it was his place to even talk between me and Papa. “Italy is dangerous. Especially the Italian Mafia. So, if you want your fath

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