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Giovanni took one of the seats on the table and waited quietly for the next order from his host. “I hope you know why you are here?” the godfather started, staring at Giovanni. “I received a letter of summon some days ago so I'm here,” Giovanni replied. The godfather rang a small bell on the table and some moments later, a guard walked in, holding a bottle and two glasses in a gold crested tray. He placed it on the table and turned the wine into two glasses before walking out again. “Help yourself.” the godfather said, pointing at the glass. He picked up one glass and took a sip before dropping it on the table. He took out a stick of tobacco and lit it, puffing the smoke out through his nost

The only question that remained at the back of my mind was why Vincent Vincenzo had left me with this information. I could only imagine what anyone would give to have such important information about almost all the richest people in the world. After checking out the general’s file, I opened Lord's file and what I found had me staned. Like the general, I had Lord exactly where I wanted as well. At that moment, I wished I could shake Vincent’s hand and thank him for this. I went through every file with disgust and anger, when I was done, I let out a sign and closed the laptop. I went to the next room where Eric was

No daylight, no damn ventilation, just me, four walls, and the lingering scent of piss and betrayal. I wasn’t chained up like some criminal. No, they wanted me alive enough to bleed slowly. I clenched my jaw, as my thoughts drifted somewhere else with blood crusted at the corner of my mouth, the metallic taste making me growl. The only thing ringing in my head louder than the news broadcast was one word: Alessia and The White Book. That file was my damn insurance policy and my last resort to destroy everything that existed in the Mafia Family. A powerful ledger so vile, so goddamn explosive it would make the FBI piss their pants and make the Mafia run for cover.

Reaching for it, I thought it was the location Don Alonzo was supposed to send but it was Stefano. “ This better be urgent.” I said gripping the wheel as I turned. “It is,” Stefano said. “A new godfather has taken over the Russian mafia. Rodion Korashov. They call him the Wolf.” I slowed the car and pulled over to the side of the road. The mafia world was never still, always shifting, always dangerous. My business with the Russians had been steady. No trouble, no surprises. But a new godfather meant new rules, new risks. Especially since I had no idea who he was and what he was planning.

★ GODFATHER ALEJANDRO'S SUITE* Lucifer stormed in to meet Alejandro who sat gallantly on a swivel chair beside his celler. His brows lifted as Lucifer took fast strides towards him. "Did you make a deal with my father?" He asked bluntly and Alejandro spitted out the wine which was still in his mouth. "Deal!" He scoffed. "No, I didn't!" He declined. "Then what does this mean?. You do use this signature right!" Lucifer exclaimed stretching the paper to him and his eyes widened. The missing documents!!!!!

He held it inches away from Marcelo's face. Marcelo's eyes widened when he saw what was written. ITALIAN MAFIA SYNDICATE. The contract. "What do you think you are doing?" he asked. Aurelio didn't say anything as he slowly brought his right hand to the front of the paper. His gun was positioned on the paper. He fired a bullet. Godfather Marcelo ducked before the bullet could hit him. The bullet tore clean through the contract, smoke curling from the scorched paper.

Today though, the air feels different—dense. My eyes catch sight of a stack of formal papers neatly arranged on my father’s mahogany desk. Official pack seal… That can’t be good. “Aella, come in,” Father’s voice reverberates from behind the desk, where he sits with his usual composed demeanor. He’s Alpha and Capo of Chicago; an Italian mafia sect that controls the city. “You wanted to see me, Father?” I say, moving close to his desk and trying not to show how I’m trying to make out the pack seal on the envelope.

“Here you go,” Niko says holding out an old brown book. Like the mafia rules, there’s nothing written on it, no title, or author's name. not even an abstract design. Just a plain book. At least this one seems to be just an old journal not like the other one Niko described to be bound in human flesh, yuck. The original Mafia rules, not the copy I read but still. I still sniff at it a little. Only smelled old woodsy smell and nothing gross like rotten flesh or skin.

After all, the weapon that killed me in my last life had not been that knife. I sat on the edge of the bed, hands resting neatly on my thighs. Then, I heard the lock turn. My heart slammed violently against my chest, but my face maintained the shy composure expected of a bride. “My bride.” The Godfather stepped inside and closed the door behind him. “Have you been waiting long?” “No,” I replied, standing up and forcing myself to look obedient. He walked toward me, his movements slow and elegant. The candlelight cast shifting shadows across his face, making his expression impossible to read.

He urged me and continued feeding me. As we ate silently, we constantly stared at each other, but none of us said a word. Constantly, I would secretly pinch myself to see if I was actually dreaming or if it was real. Weeks ago, I never imagined this would happen. I knew I should be feeling guilty for having sex with my godfather, but somehow there was no atom of guilt in me; it felt like I was doing the right thing. As I glanced at Lord Frederick, a thought came to my head. I feared he was going to feel guilty and stop this, but the way he acted this morning, it seems he was feeling the same way as me.