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he yelled angrily. I just shook my head and inhaled deeply. Tears welled up in my eyes as a result of how painfully he said it. I bite my lower lip to keep my sobs from escaping. Every day, Axel is confronted with the fact that he cannot reciprocate my love for him because he loves Stella so much, but why, it's still so painful and my body refuses to give up in the hope that he will love me, not as a friend, but as a woman to love more than Stella.

Lorenzo leaned close to her ear, his tone colder than the deep winter winds of Sicily. "My wife is, and will always be, Elena. My love is only for her. As for you, you are nothing but a venomous insect soaked in poison, fit only to live in the dark swamps." He threw her to the ground like a piece of rotting trash. He didn't kill her. In the Mafia's rulebook, sometimes living is more like hell than dying. He ordered that Leo be stripped of every privilege attached to the name "Moretti." He had the mother and son dumped directly into the filthiest, most chaotic slum on the border and issued a permanent exile order.

“I want to walk it with you. No matter how bumpy it is.” Jerald let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, a soft chuckle escaping him. “So…” he asked gently, looking up at her with hope written all over his face. “You will marry me?” Jasmine laughed through her tears, shaking her head slightly. “Never thought a mafia don would be this sweet.” He smiled… soft, honest. “Not proud of that life, cupcake,” he said quietly. “With you, I want to be just a man. So let me be that… okay?”

Tiara sat beside me while I anxiously fidgeted, chewing on the edge of my pinky nail, a nervous habit I couldn’t stop. I was so mad at Demetri. Angry about everything he pulled me into. But still, I couldn’t stop worrying. I was married to a man who didn’t care about rules if it helped him get what he wanted. Being with someone like that wasn’t just hard—it was dangerous. If I ever reported him or tried to tell the truth about what he was doing, my mom and sister would be the first ones hurt. That’s the kind of life I have now. I’m the wife of a Mafia Boss. If people found out... it could be the end of me. “I want to ask you something,” Tiara suddenly cut into my spiraling thoughts.

Either way, Felix lay down and went quiet. I bit my lip. My heart ached like needles were pressing into it from all sides. "I'm sorry," I said to his friends. "Felix isn't doing well tonight." "I won't take him home. Could you book a room upstairs for him to rest?" I picked up my bag and turned to leave. As I walked out, Felix's closest friend—a man named Marco who had been his underboss for years—stopped me. "Miss Sera," he said, trying to explain. "Don't take what Felix said to heart. He really does care about you. Luna is just… an old obsession. I can tell he loves you."

When I came to Mayruelle just to be closer to him, he was preparing to go to Sicilia. While I was buying furniture for our home and planning our future, he was studying the distribution of family powers in Sicilia. I looked at him, smiling through tears. “You’re already preparing to go to Sicilia with Katrina. What makes you think I’ll wait for you?” He frowned slightly. “Violet, I don’t understand why you’ve always held such hostility toward Katrina. “This is a rare opportunity. I’m going to Sicilia because of family matters, not because of her. Besides, she and I are just friends. I don’t know why you keep thinking I’d cheat with her.

The response from Flora was, "I don't think he has any affection for me." Jasmine rolled her eyes and muttered, "You are so naive." Flora responded, "I'm confident that he doesn't feel anything for me." "All right, so what if he does it? Would you take him as he is or turn him down?" Jasmine said "Are you crazy? Is there anyone in this group who is interested in dating? Do you not believe that doing so might be against the rules of the mafia? Flora scoffed Yeah, you could be right, but if I had to guess, I wouldn't say that there's a couple in this room. They don't do anything but...fuck chicks. Jasmine mumbled

Joemar is still missing. There’s so much that’s still going to happen to us, in this crazy life. I know what I’m signing up for. I’ve lived with the mafia my whole life, and I’m under no illusions that this is going to be a path full of things that frustrate me, enrage me, and things that I generally could do without as far as lifestyle goes. But Alessandro? Alessandro, I can’t live without. So, I hold him close and kiss him softly on the lips. He looks up at me, his eyes shining with something that looks like hope.

Weeks have passed since a new treaty has been made between the Irish, Russians, and Italian families. I’m still confident in the choice we made and I’m happy that Misha was so accommodating and understanding of my terms. Misha is really jolly and I kind of like him for it. He also throws the guys off, which I personally find funny. Misha is a breath of fresh air compared to the normal stuffy mafia guys. No offense to my kings, but they can be stuffy mafia men when they want to be.

I nodded, smiling as I was really excited to buy some new books. ****** Alex pov I was quite shocked about my earlier outburst as I had always thought of myself as the person ‘who thinks first then acts’. Because in my world you can't afford to make any rash decisions, you have to think things through before taking any step as it can cost you your life. In our world, every mafia family needs a person whose moves are logical and calculated. In our family, I was that person because Dante couldn't think straight when he was angry. But I don't know what happened today. My reaction was so strong I wasn't able to think or control my actions when I heard that piece of shit talking about my wife lik