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“Someone shot at me and Marco.” I inhaled and exhaled. Luca was the King of the Mafia. The Monster. This was normal to him, probably. I wouldn’t lose my cool. I knelt in front of him and started unbuttoning his shirt. “Damn it, Luca. This is our wedding night. The least you could have done was return to me in one piece.” He groaned when I peeled the bloody shirt off his shoulders. “I fucking tried. What do you think I was doing? Waiting there for them to shoot at me like a living target?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “I’m talking about Diablo Romano, king of the Italian mafia. Who knows what his real name even is? He’s probably changed it so many times he’s forgotten. That’s the kind of man he is. He switches names, faces, wives, and lives. You think the Godfather was bad? This guy makes him look like a saint.” “You’re lying,” I say, but my voice sounds smaller than I want it to.

The hall went silent and I could see the rage in the old fucker’s eyes, but he didn’t try to make another bid. Good. He knew better than to challenge me. The auctioneer gulped audibly, his voice quivering as he announced, “$500 million going once…going twice…Sold to Dominic Silvetti, don of the Italian mafia!” My smirk widened, and my thumb slowly grazed my bottom lip as my gaze moved to my new possession. A sadistic thrill shot through me the moment we made eye contact, and I watched her face drain of all color. MILA’S POV My heart momentarily sank as I stared at the man who had just bought me.

They all became made men before they turned thirteen. And to be a made man, you had to kill someone. They were killing machines without feelings. Especially the oldest, Nico DeLuca. He was the worst of them all. I heard stories that he skinned people who wronged him. He always wore a suit and acted like an upstanding businessman. However, the rumors of his mafia background lingered. It was like an open secret that he wasn’t legitimate. Over the years, Samson has struggled with knowing how Nico kept his money.

leave here, to head there. We just got the letter today. I think that guy was one of his trackers that gave Kayla the letter, but who knows, all I know is the letter.” We were all thinking about the same thing, well, I think we were, when the phone started ringing. Dad just sat there watching it ring. Rolling my eyes, I decided I would answer the phone, “Hello, this is the mafia family. How can I help you today? For some reason, I thought I knew who this was. Could it be this guy who knows?” “So, have you all made your decision yet?” I knew that voice; it was that guy's voice. I decided to hand the phone to my dad. “It’s that guy who gave me the letter.” Taking the phone out of my hand, he

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Wrong answer. Dante’s jaw ticked. In a flash, he was in front of her, his hands slamming against the wall on either side of her head, caging her in. His scent—dark, intoxicating—wrapped around her, but this wasn’t the man who had kissed her with desperation or whispered filthy promises against her skin. This was the mafia king. And he was furious. “Don’t.” His voice was low, lethal. “Don’t fucking lie to me.”

“This wasn’t part of it…” He crouched beside her, his face inches from hers, his lips curled into a wicked smirk. “Oh, it was exactly part of it. You just didn’t read it…..poor little naive Seraphina,” he said mockingly. “This was my game from the beginning; my setup….my rules.” He stood tall and proud. “I’m Vincenzo De Luca, the Mafia Lord of Manhattan; I don’t lose, I don’t beg. Let me bust your bubble…. I take whatever I want…. And in my games I always win.”

And her friend surely manipulated her insisting her to stay with her. Apart from that, he was in mafia and his enemies were all around and he didn't want to take any risk on her life. Though, Zahra demanded him to step down from the mafia but that didn't mean he was completely off it. Mafia king was not a title which could be transferred from one person to other. Its one's legacy which he had to earn, had to win. And no one could take it.

I erupted in another fit of giggles, at this point, I could slowly feel my sanity slipping away. “I don’t need them to accept me, I will force them into submission. It would be so sad that you won't be able to see me ascend the throne, but your spirit would see it. I will make myself king because that is exactly what I am. Do you know another interesting thing? I did some research and was delighted to hear that our Mafia joined the Demon mafia, they were given options, most of them left the Mafia but a significant amount of number them chose to join the Mafia. So you see that many reasons point to me being the Don of this mafia? The coincidence is too much to be called an accident, this is f

As I made her down the remaining water, she was fully aware and now looking at me with mixed emotions. "There are so many things that's transpired in my life, Jade." I began. "I wonder if you'd be able to take it!" I put the glass by her foot on the floor and hesitantly took her hands. It was a wonder that she wasn't jerking me away already. I was glad because I needed this. I've needed her, skin to skin, beside me back then when I performed the deed in the last forty eight hours. "I am a gangster now, Jade. I joined a mafia alliance consisting of four different mafia bosses." I opened the chest of all details in front of her and let her take a peek through everything I've accumulated over t