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“I have gotten what I wanted, Lorenzo; there’s nothing that can replace that.” “I’ll give you anything, just… don’t fucking touch her.” I begged for the first time in my life to a man. “It’s really amusing to hear the mafia boss beg,” he laughed over the phone. “You know, she put up a fight for a long time until her father held her. Obedient little girl. She didn’t even flinch when her father stabbed a needle into her neck; it was like she was accepting her fate.” Dante said he’d gotten their location; he ordered the men and they all moved out to their cars.

I ignored it. I checked my wristwatch and realized I’d stayed too long, lingering in thoughts I had no business entertaining. Stepping out of the car, I tossed the cigarette aside and slid my hands into my pockets, walking straight toward the club. Music slammed into me the moment I entered loud, I made my way into the VIP section. Vicente Montoya sat at the center, relaxed, surrounded by indulgence like a man who owned the room . The leader of the Spanish mafia. He approached me with an offer. He was also the reason I’d agreed to the honeymoon charade.

“Boss.. the truth is, I never did… it's all a lie, I never sold out about you taking the records” “Who said anything about records?” I said with a small smirk on my face. He froze for a while. It was then that he knew that he had sold himself out, there was no way he could take back whst he had said, it was enough evidence to have me out. The punishment for a traitor in the Mafia is death, cause the longer you keep them around you, the longer they make you a bigger bait for your enemies. A spared him once and and not doing that twice,

It arrived folded inside a delivery of groceries, easy to miss if the kitchen staff hadn't been trained to check every box twice since Dominic's arrest. Marta brought it to Ivy directly, her expression careful, like she already suspected what it might be. "This came for you," Marta said. "Addressed by name. No return address, but I recognized the handwriting from the debt papers years ago." Ivy's stomach dropped before she'd even unfolded it. Her father's handwriting, small and cramped the way it had always been, slanted hard to the right like he was perpetually in a hurry to finish whatever he was writing.

I asked him as I stood right in front of him. “I know don! I swear on my mother’s grave that I didn’t do anything wrong! I can never betray you don!.” Yaks statement. His last statement made me more furious that I was already. I pressed the lighted cigarette on the side of his neck before I punched him hard. I beacon on Jo to come forward. Rick opened the iPad in his hand and showed his pictures together with the don of another Mafia organization. Earlier last month, my shipment was attacked and stolen by another mafia. And since then we have been trying to track down who dared to steal from me. Turns out that one of my top men is their informant. “Don please forgive me, I didn’t mean to! He

“I can’t wait for you to get out, it is tiring answering to the executives and also giving orders on your behalf, let's not even talk about addressing the press, if not for your uncle, I don’t even know what I would have done, I don’t even want to get out of bed in the morning because I already know it will be a hectic day, I never signed up for this, all I wanted was the quiet job of being an assistant, but then, I met a mafia boss who got in trouble and now I have to handle things on his behalf and also deal with his very angry ex-wife,” Yoey complained. “I will compensate you once I get out of here,” Luciano promised. “How? You are actually penniless right now, the only reason I am still

“As expected of a mafia boss. Name the price, then. I’ll see if I can fulfill it.” At the back of my head, I was hoping it wouldn’t be illegal, but what was I thinking? I was bargaining with a mafia boss! “Well, to start off, let go of the trophy,” he stated, slightly lifting his chin up. I bit the inside of my cheek. Fuck. I didn’t want to do that just yet. I wanted to remain cautious. I wanted to stay in control. However, before I could even choose what path to take, he turned the tables on me. He swiped the glass trophy from my hand, pushed me backward and pinned me down the mattress. He was on top of me in the next second.

From as early as she could remember, Moira Viscoli- the only child of Mario and Isabella Viscoli; had it hammered into her DNA that the Manzini name was synonymous with blood and the darkest evil imaginable. Her father had made it his parental duty to teach her never to get involved up with a Manzini man, particularly Angelo Manzini who had just taken over from his father as the boss of the mafia empire. He figured that Angelo, being young, rich and powerful; could easily lure young ignorant girls into his world of drugs, crime and every social vice conceivable.

He replied to her, standing from his seat to lean on his table. “How can a living subject be sold off without her own consent?” She inserted air quotes around the sold off. For a moment, Marie forgot she was standing in front of someone affiliated to the greatest and most dangerous Mafia group in the country. But, what did she have to lose? She was already brought here against her own will, and it doesn’t seem like anyone is going to answer the question as to why she’s here.

He said. A smile crawled on my face. It wasn't real but it felt too good to listen to someone saving me. I'm nothing more than a purchased thing for Vincenzo. He could have purchased another toy. But deep down in my heart, I'm expecting him to find me, go to the cops, and file a report of my missing. I shouldn't forget he's mafia and wouldn't go to the cops ever. "Alright." I muttered as I gazed up at him.