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Aubrey yelled, I ignored her and watched how Melissa's thighs pump out blood, making her gown turn very red. "You were saying?" I asked Melissa in a mocking tone as she sobbed in pain. She remained silent and I placed the tip of my gun on her shoulder. Her eyes widened. Then she said. "I sold it-" "Tell me something I don't know." "The black Mafias, I sold it to the black Mafias." She said. I straightened, my jaw dropping low, shit! Out of all the fucking Mafias in vino, she had to sell it to the black Mafias?

"This quality makes you my top sale, I will sell you to the richest person" She trembles at his cold lips on her shoulder. There was no other way she saw fit in crying, her heart was dying out. " Why not sell her to the highest bidder, boss? " Someone said from behind. " The upcoming auction will be a perfect time, considering all the Mafia Lord will be present not leaving out Don Cannon, the Lord of the 'Dark Hell Underworld' " he further explains. " That sounds nice, I will make lots of money than I thought " The boss's lips widen in a mischievous smile. " You are smart!"

His back on the new comers. " We are here for the package " Marco said to the man who sat in the metallic room. Instantly the familiar expensive scent get to Mattia's nostrils before he could think of a way out. He knew at once that his days gas been numbered. Immediately he shudder violently in great shock and gulped down hard at the realization. The chair wheeled around, producing the Italian Mafia boss himself. Marco let out a low laugh before taking his own seat tiredly. " He is the one I told you about boss. He wants me to betray you and give him the package in return "

I suggested. "Good idea!" he agreed. I took the gun hidden under the seat and handed it to the mafia boss. "Thank you!" he says. I took out all the money, and put it on the floor of the car. The mafia boss was impressed with what I did. He had no idea that I would remove the money inside the attaché case. When I removed the money, I handed it to him, and I held one attaché case. The mafia boss explained to Mr. Ching what the plan we were going to make, and he agreed.

Rona also immediately realized that the man who helped her break free from a mafia boss sold her and she did not expect that it would be the same in return. He had not seen the face of its leader who was currently riding inside the black lamousine, but he immediately saw the man who approached him and whispered in his ear. He had a strong hunch that it was one of the syndicate groups that kill people and sell their insides to different countries. That's why he was so afraid and afraid to go with those people. "Help! help me!" he shouted repeatedly as he continued to run. Some of them looked at him and turned away, but they just annoyed him and thought that maybe he was just losing his mind.

I asked, sliding the photo back to Alessio. "Yes Capo" he nodded. A dangerous smirk played on my face, "And that was the day we had received drugs worth twenty million dollars. Isn't it shocking? It can't be a coincidence honestly" "We have a rat. A snitch over there" Luca grimaced, the realisation dawning on everyone. "Yes. He or she sells us out to our enemies. I need every soldier who was on duty that night sent back to America" "Why? Don't get me wrong Capo but I mean Leonardo can definitely interrogate them all in Russia and have them killed" Thomas suggested.

I crossed one hand over the other to keep myself from grabbing his neck and slamming his back on the wall. “But that's what I want,” he says. “She is no commodity. I'll pay you. Name your price,” I said, not giving him any chance to dispute. “You think you have more money than me?” He asked. “Obviously.” He may be from a different place, and in my research, he is new in this mafia world and rich. He became filthy rich after killing his uncle. “Then stay indebted.” He said, closing the conversation. “Why is it so hard to speak with you?” I asked.

But I knew I could not trust these men, not when they had already demonstrated their ruthlessness. All I wanted was to return to my father, to reunite with my bestie, and pursue the singing career I had so long dreamed of. These mafia bosses were a cancer I had to remove from my life. Vincenzo turned to Deangelo, who was still focused on his phone. "How much should I give you for the beautiful senorita?" he inquired, his whole face spread into a smile. "She'd be good business for my biggest strip club, how about 30 million pesos?"

"Boss, we have multiple vehicles approaching from three directions. Armed men. This isn't random." "How many?" "At least thirty. Maybe more." Dante's face went granite-hard. "Marcus." "What?" Serena was frantically putting her shirt back on. "Your ex-husband just made a very stupid mistake." He handed her a bulletproof vest from a hidden wall panel. "Put this on." "Dante, what's going on?" "Marcus leaked our location to my enemies. He's hoping they'll solve his problem for him." "What problem?" "Us." Dante's smile was cold as winter. "He can't touch us himself, so he's letting someone else do his dirty work."

He started, his voice cold and detached, “I’m Marco Valentino and the first thing you should know about me is that…no one orders me! When I mean no one, I mean humans, talk more of my dolls, which I bought with my hard-earned money!” A shiver ran down my spine. The only thing I could get from all he said was his surname, ‘Valentino’. Italian. I was in Italy? My mother had really sold me to the ruthless Mafia don she was talking about? “Let me go!” I yelled, “My mother…she has no right over me, I’m a fucking grown woman, and so she has no right to sell me to you.” “That’s impossible, darling.” He said, standing up, something about him was unsettling…his aura screamed danger and I knew I had