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counter, all the while we were still ignoring Kay and his girl. “You could do a Strawberry Daiquiri” Kay says quietly, Catherine scoffs and says “it's none of your concern love, the only thing you should tell her is to leave the bar to save her the embarrassment that the man we hired will give her when he gets back, he's recognized world wide so he'll feel insulted that a nobody will use his stuff”, i said nothing but Liz was about to retort so i interrupt her “hey, a Daiquiri sounds good but not Strawberry, what do you think about Hemingway Liz””i know what you're trying to do but i won't fall for it, you should let me put this b…..“ “Liz shut it", i yell tired all of a sudden, i look at h

They all come to you with so much sweetness but after a while, when all the butterfly flutters in the belly are gone they begin to act all weird and start doing things to you that you wouldn't expect. I need to keep myself safe from such people. Nate is a mafia boss, he kills people for a living. People's lives don't mean anything to him. He can just attack you anytime, anyway and anywhere. How can I even trust him? How do I know if he just wants to play with me and dump me after that? Nate can't like someone like me. How can a mafia boss who specialises in hurting people be capable of liking someone? I decided to let go and not ponder on the matter anymore.

This bastard seemed really determined to blow her head off if she kept screaming and resisting. Yes, what kind of dream did Bella have last night that she had to experience a kidnapping like this? It was clear to her that these people were members of a gang. Marco Vilante, as Darrel suspected, was a dangerous mafia leader. Bella never thought she would have to deal with these dangerous people. It was all because of that damn accident that led to her being kidnapped like this.

Radon pecked her forehead and slowly walked out of the room. Elsa dive into her world of many thoughts. Can her life gets any better? First, it was Freddie and now who? Radon, a Mafia! She'd watched thousands of mob movies and their girlfriends but she never believe she'd get involved with one. How the fuck did she get to know him again? Yeah... He was the stalker. . "All all the unit. I'll be meeting them at ten" Radon told Harden. "Is everything okay,? Did you see Malcolm?"

"I'm....uhh...I'm sorry." He didn't say anything for a few minutes and I did my best to shut up. "You may be wondering why I'm the head of the Italian mafia and I'm not wanted dead or alive by the cops. It's because of her." He finally said in a low tone. "I met her seven years ago when I came to New York for the first time. She worked at Adam's. That's why it's the only coffee shop I go to. It was only my second day and to everyone in that city, I was a rich regular guy who drove an expensive car."

I growled, voice cold, “I’ll kill you all before the second bullet leaves your gun.” The leader stepped forward, his face shadowed under the moonlight. “Who the hell sent you?” I demanded, finger steady on the trigger. The men stayed silent, their guns still pointed. My muscles tensed, my heartbeat steady and cold. The playful warmth from seconds ago was gone — replaced by the side of me I always tried to keep buried when she was around. Mafia boss. Killer. Damon Moretti. And whoever sent these men just made the biggest mistake of their lives.

Her shiver isn’t exaggerated, it’s from memory. “When I found out he was mafia I was not surprised at all. The poor girl who was with him was trying so hard to keep his attention, and he didn’t even know her name. Her name was Natalie. He kept calling her Carol. I never in my life thought he would marry. But men…I think it’s better when they never see it coming and they get swept up in it.”

Tricia said. Immediately she said it, I kissed her lip. I didn't care about how Cherry's face looked. I still need him to pay for what he has done, and the result of everything was going to be death. "Alright, what is your plan?" I asked. "You are the mafia here," she said and I smiled. "Mafia boss," I said. "Theresa is also a mafia." Tricia twisted her lip, looking at Theresa, who smiled. Cherry also looked at Theresa.

She paused, eyes clouding with memory. “It was there I met her–a young woman from Italy, barely older than a child herself. She was frightened, carrying a secret that could destroy her. She was pregnant… with a mafia boss’ child. He wanted nothing to do with them. He has power, wealth and a family name to protect but no space for shame.”

Torture me, make me feel insecure and then finish me off when I least expected. Lies. If he thinks he can break me, then he's wrong. I'm not the same little boy I was fifteen years ago. I had gotten tougher. The experience has made me cruel. I am the Mafia boss of Black Vipers. And I don't tremble in the presence of my enemies. Mia hesitated before speaking. “Why is your father after you?” Her voice was careful, as if she expected me to push her away. I exhaled sharply, running a hand over my face. The past clawed at me, choking my throat.