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He feels so much pain. He wants to punch; he wants to pour out his anger. That's why when he got back inside the restaurant, he immediately ordered a lot of alcohol. Without paying attention to Gianna. She doesn't seem to understand why Nicolas is behaving in this way... She thought that he was having a relationship with the woman who worked at her restaurant. She stayed with him until he was completely drunk.

" Logan DeAngelo is a feared, ruthless and notorious mafia boss who most of the time ranked first among the most popular and richest Mafia bosses in the entire world. And he was the very first when narrowed down to Italy....... " I sighed again, trying to give Maddy a hint that I didn't care about her lame mafia story. Seriously, she has got to stop doing this. "....... Owning powers over his family's companies and numerous power plants wasn't enough. He wanted more and everything he could lay his hands on. He's rumored to be known as the second coming of the devil himself because of his cruel ways of dealing with people below him...... "

The hell? She was mine. I had bought her. I had no business with her guardians or anyone claiming rights. “Next time, kill those pigeons and send them back to her.” I dismissed David and grabbed my phone, pulling on my trench coat as I made for the front office. Just as I stepped on the gas pedal, a message dropped. I opened it and smirked. “Perfect,” I whispered. Today was the day. I had a flawless plan for torture—slow, agonizing death. The kind you’d beg to come faster, the kind you’d kneel to escape from. The nightmare no mafia man could laugh off.

she tutted. “Anyway. You weren't giving me the information I wanted, so I suggested the therapist thing. It wasn't at all difficult to rent a space, place a few members of the mafia here and there, upload some backdated pictures to the internet because I knew your sweet husband would check us out and bingo, sold. It was during the therapy I realized you actually didn't know anything about the mafia,” she laughed hard, throwing her head back.

He protested, his snort entering his mouth as he spoke. Ohh, dear reader… I forgot to inform you... I am not your regular mafia boss. I am the topdog in the mafia world even though I am still monitored by my father. Denver is not just my consigliere and best friend, he is the head police of narcotics and crime. He helps me run my dirty work. If a young guy or lady gets caught at the airport smuggling drugs, they would be given options– It is either they sign a deal working for me at my different clubs as strippers or they get arrested. Some young boys and girls are workers at my club because their parents couldn’t pay up their debt. Some work as security personnels who transport my goods– dr

My legs gave out, and I stumbled, being dragged by the man toward the black car I had seen from my window. There was no escaping when the mafia boss called for you. Diane hadn’t just sold me; she had sold me to the most dangerous man in all of London. The red-eyed crow.

Asher asked firmly. The man grinned. “Well, I must say—they’re quite good in combat. Can I buy them from you? I like strong people, and I’m willing to pay more than you do.” Asher’s expression hardened. “They’re my bodyguards, not items for sale.” The mafia boss didn’t take the rejection well. He threw the wine glass to the ground, shattering it into pieces. “Who do you think you are? I said I want them! Or would you rather die here tonight?”

This was between Jeremy and me. " I do not give the flying fu*k about how much you took, but I care about who you sold it to. We do not sell to children," my voice was more like a growl. I have been a mafia boss for a couple of years already, and everyone knew what I was capable of. I have heard some call me ruthless, but I couldn't care less. I even like it. That kept them on their toes around me. " I would never sell it to children. They were teenagers, " Jeremy replied as if that could change anything in my opinion.

I quickly held her hands on the table " my parents lied to you, they lied to everyone. I never left to Canada. They...they sold me off. " " Sold you? What do you mean?" " Remember Logan DeAngelo? The Mafia man you were so obsessed over and would talk about everytime? " She nods " well that night, it had been his car you saw parked out in my lawn. Apparently, my parents owed him some huge about of money that they were about to pay with their lives. But as soon as I walked through that door, my parents sold me out to him to spare their lives and he look me away. "

"Do you really want to do that?" Ah, right. I remembered now. Dante wasn't just some guy. He was a mafia boss, and he wanted to funnel all his illegal money into one bank. Buying Sterling would make it look clean and legit. I sighed. "Yes," I said firmly. "I'm selling it to him. Can you set up a meeting? We all need to sign the contract with him." That was it. The decision was made. When I got to the company, everyone was already there. Caspian was there with his parents.