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Leonardo paused in his speech. He accessed my facial expression before going on. "It is an oath of secrecy taken, swearing not to divulge the activities of the mafia to law enforcement agencies. You won't be allowed to have unmonitored phone calls, e-mails or texts as every thing will now be monitored by the mafia. You also can't go on unsupervised trips or vacations. All your movements will be monitored and track. You shouldn't be seen with the police either. You will have to be branded as belonging to the Mafia. And the punishment if you don't sign or break any of the rules is...death"

Even with his smiling face, he looked scary. Nevertheless, despite that, despite how I was looking at his face so intently, the man did not show any annoyance or anger. His smile remained, and with the same gentle voice, he asked me what my verdict was. I did not make my answer verbal. I just nodded with my eyebrows up in approval. I have learned not to judge a book by its cover and maybe, just maybe, this man is one of the books that I should not be charging by its cover alone. The man's smile broadened. Next thing I saw him pressing another button, and the housemaid came soon after. When he asked me what we would like to have for a drink, I did not hesitate to answer that whatever he was o

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Ava tried to shield me from anything from my past and I understood her because just a few minutes ago I spiraled because I heard a familiar name. “What?” He gave her a confused look. “What’s going on there?” I asked. Ava sighed because she knew she could do nothing about this. “There’s rumors of a war starting soon. I need to see if they're true.” He said. There are only two powerful mafia families in Chicago and they are the Morreti’s and the Deluca’s. Adrian didn’t mention this to me.

~VITTORIA~ I walked into the sitting room and scoffed, making them notice my presence. Sore enough they weren't happy to see me. Simone was sitting there together with three other men who were from other mafia families of lower rank. They had also been present at the meeting when Bianchi was killed by Roman. "Y'all seem to be having a fun conversation," I told them looking from one person to another. And making sure I said it in the rudest tone I could use. "I mean since Tiziano's name was mentioned, it sparked my interest a little bit too much."

The mafia pulled out his dick and as Araina saw his 8 inched cock, her eyes widened in fear and she moved backwards a little, but the Mafia grabbed her waist and pulled her closer. "I need you, to fucking suck my dick and make me cum in your slutty mouth will you?" Those words instantly turned her on, hearing him call her a slut was exciting, and she stared him right in his eyes while grabbing his huge cock. "Oh yes. Strock that cock, fucking strock that fucking cock and make me fucking cum. Make me cum in your fucking slutty mouth!" He said then Araina got on her knees. She knew her ways of sucking a man's dick and making him not ask for sex but just a blow job from her again and again. She

“Don’t tell me you’re shocked to see me smoke.” Mafiosos’ women did not smoke, at least not until they were married or their men had permitted them. And I had none. “No, I’m just awed by how skilfully you smoke and still manage to keep your lips pink.” I laughed with a snort. “Oh, good lord, that’s the worst compliment I’ve... No, the one about my hair being soft as a horse’s tail would be the worst. Yours could be the second.” He smirked. “I can do far worse, but I'm just telling the truth. What is that?”

She closed her shop and moved away from Little Italy, wanting to start a new life far away from the dangerous world of the Mafia. She tried to put the past behind her and move forward, but the memories of Lance and her time with the Mafia haunted her. She could not forget the way he had used her and discarded her, the way he had played with her emotions and made her believe that they could make a diference together. She realized that she had been naive to think that someone like him could ever truly care for her.

I admitted, pulling her phone out and placing it in the centre of the table. “I was once told that men like you always have a reason for doing these... torturing people. So, help me understand. What did he do to make you hurt him so brutally?” I regarded her while she waited for an answer, her eyes wandering around the cafe but not meeting mine for a single second. Maybe the thought of Leona had driven me toward her, but Abigail was nothing like that traitor. “That man was of the Bratva. They are—” “Russian Mafia.” She gave a half-shrug. “I know. They’re very notorious, from what I’ve read.”