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Elise said to herself, and the fear that gathered around her face was swiftly eliminated, considering the fact that it might not be always as easy as planned. She knew she had to walk out of this toxic atmosphere, but then, whenever she thinks of wanting to be independent, the fear that gathered through her body as to where she would go to from there might be difficult to reach for her. Not now though because she has her full freedom, and the choice to do whatever she wants now at this point. At twenty-five, Ethan Dilan Easton is the mafia of his city. Leaving and working for the Don is not an easy job but the opportunity that comes along with it is as beneficial to themselves.

The whiskey went down his throat, cold, without taste, the whiskey began to burn in him, and he again looked up at the woman standing there. "You did a grave mistake, no one is allowed to meet me without my permission and you intended to do so. The time I decided to meet, I decided to kill you too. But seeing you not affected by the fact that I can kill you any time, I want to see you for a few more minutes.", he said in a sweet yet cheeky voice, placing his hand under his chin as if he was admiring her reaction. "Why is that? Don't you know, I am a mafia or you don't believe I can kill you?", he said changing his tone to a scary one.

Nick’s POV The atmosphere in the yacht was grieved as tension filled the air fueling my assertiveness. I’ve grown used to such business deals that I no longer dread death. I stand before Barcus of the Amiria clan, a notorious lord of the underground business. His turf cuts across drugs, human trafficking which is something I’d never do, although he tries to hide it and uses it as a means to acquire slush funds, but I’m well aware of this, there’s nothing that gets passed me anyways. His dealings on weaponry is the unfortunate link that allows a dog like him to dare dream of dinning with the king.

Flora asked "You see? Flora, being a member of the Mafia can put you in a lot of danger because your enemies will do whatever it takes to bring you down, and if they can't get you, they will go for your weaknesses because that is how things work around here. He nodded in agreement. . . . …..

It started off as just little boys harrassing us and telling us to pay them back what we owed them and then it got serious to them harassing us publicly. I soon found out from my mother that my dad had loaned some money from some Mafia gang under Aiden Frazier, don't ask me how they even got to meet and discuss about that loan because I don't know. I was more concerned about why me and my sister were getting harrassed and not my dad and his slut, sorry new wife.

Some florists had rejected it saying it’s my gift and that I should care for it. I know. I know. It’s all these romance shit but they don’t know the man who gifted those is dangerous. That he's a mafia... a Russian mafia at that. Of course, I can’t say these to anyone. But I was implacably determined to sell them off and give the money accrued from it to the less privileged. Yeah…it’s better that way so I won’t have any connection or what so ever with him.

The man took out his briefcase, quickly checking over the notes he had in there. “I’ll buy her for eight million,” he offered. “And please tell the bitch to stop crying.” He rolled his eyes. “Bring that up to ten million, and we have a deal,” I grinned, letting my hand out for him to shake. He nodded in agreement, and shook my hand. I’d sold ten children today. I knew that my partner in the mafia, Damon, had told me he was against human trafficking, but I didn’t give a fuck. I was a heartless prick. I’d do anything for money.

His smile twisted, staring down at me. "I don't have anything to want." I uttered, and that was the truth. "Oh, I think you'll find ways to....earn your keep." His gaze crawled over me, making my skin crawl. "You will be a beautiful addition to my collection tomorrow. Buyers will pay a lot for a beauty like you." My heart skipped a beat as I realized the horrible truth. Alexander runs a human trafficking business by selling his debtors as pimps to men. "You won't dare... I will report you to the authorities." I stared at him with defiance.

"What kind of arrangements?" "The kind that will solve all my problems." My stomach twisted. "Ma'am—" "I sold you." The room went silent. I stared at her, with my eyes widened. And a part me believed I didn't hear her properly. "What?" "I sold you." Her voice remained calm, like she was discussing the weather. "To a very powerful man." My vision blurred, tears threatening to spill. "No." The word left my mouth before I even realized. "I'm not going." Veronica laughed. "You don't have much choice." She paused, then continued. "Unless you don't care about what your parents left behind."

With a smile on my face, I told them that I was Morgan Bliss, the feared, ruthless, and undefeated Mafia. "Never would I have thought that a lady would smoothen me," I said.