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I made a fist as I stared up at him. “Dante,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “Someone will see us. Alistair—” He let out a low, humorless chuckle. “Alistair is busy drinking his weight in brandy and bragging about his new prize.” He closed the distance in a few long, predatory strides, his shadow swallowing me whole, shielding me from the ballroom windows. I could feel the heat of his body radiating toward me, heating up my cold skin. “This is the mafia, Julianna,” he said, his voice a rough rasp. “It’s dangerous. It’s risky. Don’t you know what you signed up for?”

Ava’s POV I knew this was a bad idea the second I slipped through the service entrance of the Voss penthouse. But rent was due, my mother’s medical bills were piling up, and these rich bastards wouldn’t miss a few hundred thousand from their offshore accounts. Or so I thought. The twins’ private vault was supposed to be empty tonight. Instead, I was on my knees in the middle of their dimly lit living room, wrists zip-tied behind my back, with two identical pairs of icy gray eyes staring down at me.

Although I knew little to nothing about him, I knew he was a big fish. “You stole everything from me Leigh-Ari. My boys. You stole them from me and kept them all to yourself. That's not how I nurtured them. That's not what I taught them. They have everything; they could get anyone they want. You know that yourself because the east wing is full of women they’ve fucked. But then there you are; your mere existence sends them crazy. I hate you because you make them weak. And I don’t do weak.” He said angrily with a raised voice. I tried to make sense of all his words but I was failing miserably. What does did even mean? The twins are the ones who popped into my life, turned everything upside dow

And yes, I'm banging her in the bathroom of a club and she was so easy to convince, so easy it's annoying. I twist her hands against the wall and grab her ass and slam into her, harder and harder, thinking of a way out of the shit I got myself into. I have to find a solution to it , else it'll destroy the entire Cosa Nostra, shit I'm fucked, just because I couldn't keep my pants in a place, all because of HER... "Yes, fuck me there" the dumb blonde's continuous scream and moans pulled me out of my revere . I gave two more hard thrusts and came.

I don't need to use any fucking restroom, I wanna go home, back to my Mom! "God, how did everything change all of a sudden? Why does it have to change? I just wanna finish school and live a better life with Mom... Why God? Why?" "Larry... He wouldn't dare do anything to me. I'm his twin brother's fiancée, he would not dare any shits with me." I kept mumbling and sobbing till my eyes caught sight of a nice bed and I dragged myself there to lay down for a minute and regain my composure before leaving. There's no room for weakness in a mafia, I have to be strong if I wanna survive.

She closed her eyes, contemplating, and I held my breath, praying she’d take the leap into the unknown with me. I had never felt so certain about anything in my life as I did in that moment. But as I looked at her, I knew that stepping into my world meant facing the danger that lurked at every corner. The mafia wasn’t just a backdrop—it was a monster that could devour everything in its path, including us. “Let’s take it one step at a time,” she finally said, opening her eyes, and I saw a spark of resolve flicker within her. I nodded, a smile creeping onto my face despite the looming storm of chaos surrounding us.

love. I bit my lower lip, my chest tightening. The ruthless mafia lord—the man who once felt nothing—was standing before me, trembling, vulnerable, human. But why? "What happened?" I asked again. He deeply sighed and squeezed my hands tighter, as if seeking reassurance. "Enemies," he began, his voice heavy. "They tried to burn this hospital down, but don’t worry—they’re dead now." His words were cold and serious, but I could hear the underlying tension in his voice. "They’re rival mafias, trying to take my throne. They want to rule the underground and use it for their ill*gal operations."

“Kai Rylan isn’t like Mateo. He’s… mafia. Organized crime. His world is dangerous.” I almost laughed. Dangerous. Like my life wasn’t already dangerous? “I don’t care,” I said. “You should care. People around him… bad things happen. The last caretakers didn’t stick around.” “Did he hurt them?” “Not physically, as far as I know. But he’s intense. Cold. Not easy to work for.” “Ethan, I get it. But I need this. I’ve got two days before I’m homeless. So unless you have a better option, I’ll take my chances with the mafia lord.”

I leaned back against the pillows, crossing my arms, eyes half-lidded to hide the small, traitorous spark of satisfaction flickering in my chest. “Good,” I said softly. “They should be scared.” That should have been the end of it but it wasn’t. Instead of leaving, the twins moved closer. One perched on the edge of the bed. The other dragged a chair over and sat backwards on it, chin resting on her arms, studying me like I was a fascinating animal in a zoo. “So,” Chair Twin said casually, “what was it like running a criminal empire?” I stared at her. “What.” “Oh!” Bed Twin waved a hand.

" it's not really a question per say, I was just thinking that you're not quite how I imagined a mafia to be." Hendrik raised an eyebrow, finding what Freya said amusing. He quietly closed the laptop and turned to look at Freya. " So tell me. How was your initial imagination of a mafia?" Freya noticed that Hendrik was enjoying the situation but continued. " well, initially I thought a coldhearted man who doesn't care about anything or anyone, intimidating, Possessive, jealous, arrogant, ghetto, who kills without mercy, who takes virgins from their families as punishment for a bad debt, betrayals..."