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He’s not giving up. “No “ I respond . Taking another gulp of vodka and signaling for more. I can’t even believe I’m drinking this much . I usually don’t at all or stop at one glass. Well I guess when you have experienced what I have in this one month of working for my mafia boss you’d definitely have to clear your head with a glass or two. “Come on ….have some fun with me baby girl” the man said slipping his hand into my waist. I yanked it off my body . Whipping the droplet of vodka by the side of my mouth and pouring another myself ,as the bartender has left the entire bottle for me.

Luca picked up his own drink matching the menancing look of his boss. “Tomorrow works best.” Hugo stood up, straightening his jacket and tied up his hair into a bun. His inked black knuckles were imprinted with the number of people he murdered since he was 16. 16 years of being the head of the Mafia and no one could ever beat him, not if they wanted to live anyway.

“Even when all the options are bad.” She folded her hands together. “You said you would explain.” “Yes.” He sat across from her, resting his forearms on his knees. “Your boss is dead.” Her breath caught. “What?” “He tried to sell you twice in one night,” Dante continued calmly. “That was a mistake.” “You killed him?” she whispered. “I ordered it,” he corrected. “There’s a difference.” Her stomach churned. “Because of me?” “Because of what he knew,” Dante said. “And because of what he did.”

Satisfied. “Oh,” he murmured. “You didn’t know.” I felt sick instantly. “You thought your life falling apart was coincidence?” he asked softly. “Bad luck? Debt?” My pulse started hammering. “Ruciano…” My voice shook. “He sold me to Carlino’s men because of money—” “Because I told him to.” The words destroyed whatever breath I had left. Silence rang inside my ears. Malder walked toward me calmly, like he wasn’t confessing to further ruin my life, burning the remaining pieces I've got left.

“ Just for the few minutes I am away you are about to spill the beans to mum” I said, pinning Marco by his collar to the wall. “I didn’t say anything” “yeah right, one hug from mum. You are already melting” Marco frowns. “see, if you had revealed that we made a deal with the mafia. And they took Ava because of that deal. Your mum wouldn’t have three months to live. Puff! she would be dead and gone”

the man holding Pamela tossed her to the other masked man. “We were sent by the Mafia,” he took a step forward towards me. “You should understand that no amount of money can save her unless our terms are met.” “What are your terms?” I asked, my hands still up. They scoffed, glancing at themselves then Pamela’s face is slammed into a broken table. “I told you tell me,” I rushed for Pamela but the man pulled out gun, clocking it. “Stay… where you are meant to,” he said. I nodded, glancing at still bleeding Pamela. She was turning pale and fast. “What do you want with her, please? Just tell me,” I said.

he replied "But how can you do this to me? Selling me off like I am some pawn" I said with tears "You think I give a damn about your feelings, Damian Moretti is the most powerful Mafia boss in the underworld and I owe him a lot of money so I sold you to him in exchange of the money" his father said "But I am a guy, why can't you marry Jade off to him instead " he said. His father stood up with anger in his eyes and matched up to him and slapped him hard.

This showed that the mafia boss was very aroused. But it seemed that Cylo had no other choice. Jeff had helped him defeat the Blood mafia and also saved his life. So, at the very least, he had to give the mafia boss something special as payment. Finally, Cylo lifted his face and looked deeply into Jeff's eyes. "Do whatever you want to me, Jeff. I... I am ready to accept your punishment, Daddy...“ Jeff immediately gritted his teeth. He lifted Cylo's smaller body and laid him down on the large sofa at the end of the room.

Louis, feeling depressed about his friend's situation, kept his bottle in the car where he was sitting and taking out some money from his pocket her said, " Take this money, this is what I can give to you now, go and buy your mother's drugs". He spoke out extending his right hand to his friend and with a look of shame, Marco declined taking cash as he mumbled softly telling Louis that, he had accepted for him to come and work in his garage to get his little payments but he does not bring into the world a strong man by giving him money by aiming to solve his problems for him.

He says between his teeth. Common sense, he is a mafia boss! “And now you are in a heap of crap. Why can’t you just return the trucks?” I ask him. “That’s the thing.” He looks like he is about to cry. “That’s the thing, Jen. I already sold everything on the black market.” He says and I nod slowly. Well, he is truly a dead man. Unless I can help. “Please help me, I keep looking over my shoulders. Cars follow me everywhere I go, I feel like I am being watched.” He says.