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Both of you go now. All of them had assembled at their main hall so it was easy for that exercise. Before they were aware, the Mafia King shouted, and before his four-strong mafias who always sit in front of him could react his head was on the ground.

he said bowing repeatedly. Papi has connections in the underworld. He sometimes uses mafia boys to handle tough clients. There was a case about a girl who was owing five million and was causing a huge fuss when she was abducted and trying to run away two days to the auction. Papi was mad at this and ordered mafia boys to rape her to death. The police tried taking up the case, but they couldn't because it will only cost their lives. Manager Steve is his right hand man that was how he got to see rugger's real face in his casino. He quickly and respectfully led him to the front seat by himself.

I just need to stay positive and keep my eyes open. ---------------------------------------------- Gate Club Paris I was sitting near the bar, waiting for a man with so many guards. I knew he was a powerful man, and my boss said he had ties to the Mafia, so he must be with so many men behind him, as we saw in movies, so I kept looking at the entrance, waiting for a man like this.

“Everything’s ready inside. Security has been checked twice.” I nodded. “Good. You can leave after you bring in the files from the North office branch tomorrow morning.” “Yes, Boss.” He left, and I walked in alone. The place looked new, I dropped my coat on the couch and moved toward the window. The view was nice, at least Luca knew I loved seeing the night lights and traffics. He has been with me since my Dad sent me out of the country the if his death before he passed out. I had worked hard like a dog, clawing my way up through blood and loyalty until the name Vicente Russo started to echo again in the underworld, not as the son of a dead man, but as the man himself.

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.

She just grabbed Missy’s hand again Missy was starting to notice she did that when things were about to get weird and started walking. That’s when Missy felt it. The shift in air. The heat behind her ears. The heavy weight of someone watching. No several someones. Her steps slowed. They were in the far corner, sitting around a large table like they owned it. Black jackets. Broad shoulders. That same aura of danger that made people whisper and look away. The mafia boys. All four of them. And every one of them was staring. Missy’s fingers twitched, her gaze dropping instantly to the floor. She didn’t want to look up.

Destros said. Bargaining with him would let him know that Nightingale meant more to me than a one night stand. If I agreed to this, he wouldn’t hand her over, he would make more ridiculous demands till he was satisfied. I know how gangsters worked. I was part of the mafia now, but once upon a time, I had been a mere gangster too. Besides, the mafia was really just an upgraded style of gangster life.

As usual , his gold signet ring on his knotted fingers glittered in the dark as he tapped his hand rhythmically against his ivory cane. The men with him respectively stepped down from their cars too and spread out over the area and I knew it wasn't a friendly meetup judging from their faces. I was the Underboss and these were men I led but in the low light, they refused to meet my eyes and I knew that I was in a lot of trouble. Except it was very important, The Serpent didn't move around much. Apart from the fact that he was old, it was too dangerous as there were many assassins from rival gang who were waiting to catch us unawares. We were Cosa Nostra after all, the biggest Mafia gang in th

Immediately I look back, but I can barely distinguish by the edge of the ajar door that Black, George and the contractor continue to fix the picture. "Yes, of course." I mutter. "Do you have basic math skills?" "Of course." "Tell me how much is twenty-four for two." Are you kidding me? "Forty-eight." I say, completely safe. "That's the message. Adjö (See you again)." Hang. This man has made me more tense than I was. I don't know what kind of mafia Black is into, but this is starting to disgust me a lot. More so, remembering that twenty-four were the millions they were leaking, according to the contract.

Because his client loved coffee. He'd book the coffe shop for the whole day too because his client hated being in a noisy environment. All this he'd found out after researching his client. He'd also found out one more thing. His client was a member of a very notorious mafia gang, SEVEN STARS. Richie sighed deeply as he wondered when he would ever stop getting roped with the mafia's. He'd sent the place of location to his client as he waited patiently. The minute it was 7:30am, the door ti the coffee shop swinger open as Richie stared at his client.