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He asked. I laughed, the sound hearty and filling and I could feel my cheeks burning up, the tip of my nose and also my ears too when I stopped laughing. Grinning, the words were just at the tip of my tongue and I couldn’t wait to say them. “When the mafia don fell in love with the most beautiful woman he’s ever set his eyes on.”

a deep voice reports The scarred face morphed into a triumped smile, his unequal detention out in full display as he smiled widely. "No mistake will be forgiven this time" The scared face replied and dropped the call. "Finally got you, Computer Doll" George Fredrik, leader of Raiders declared happily. Audrey Nathan is like a world most precious tool for Mafias, she could break into any defense on their internet access and also build a wall that's impossible to crack, so Mafia organisations refers to a precious tool as she could help them get into their rival's computers, dig up their secrets to use against them.

I leaned back in the chair and grinned at Apollo. “Calixto Sandoval, Mayor of Sta. Monica is an ideal man for his wife. But look at this. He's having an affair with this woman— his secretary," Apollo began. He followed Calixto yesterday, but here he is and has already given me some information. "This is the first information. Second...” He put down another file again. I reached for it and read it. Anomaly in a project he made. Who would have thought that Calixto was also doing something anomalous? Dad knew him as a good and clean person. He's good at hiding. I grinned.

I pointed the gun on the ceiling and pulled the trigger one time then pointed it back to the man in front of me. "Me." A man in his 50s came out from my mansion. I don't give a fuck whoever he is and whatever his reason for doing that. But I will never forgive him for almost hurting the woman I've been admiring for so long. Yes, that's right. I'm a mafia boss pretending to be a nerd. I'm also the CEO of LM fashion incorporation where Naomi wanted to work. I came up with this idea when I saw her one time outside the bar that I owned too. She wasn't drunk but her company was. She's guiding her friend while vomiting due to intoxication.

She blinked her eyes after steadying her steps and raised her head to look into the deep blue eyes. “You are tall…” She chuckled and used her fingers to touch his abs. “This is so hard.” She whispered dazedly, squeezing his pecs muscles. Rosie figured that he must have been the best call boy in this club, his handsomeness was out of this world, an angular face, paired with cold blue eyes. James closed his eyes and tried to control the desire he felt. Seeing the outcome of events, Stacy gasped, The man embracing her bestie has a dangerous temperament. She guessed he might be the call boy Rosie paid three million for… or else??

She wasn't expecting any visitors. A frowned formed on her lips in confusion as she stared at the two bully men in suits. "Who are you and what are you doing here?' "Hello. I am Adrian. Are you Iss Isabella?" "Isabel, yes." "We are from the Armani's. Mrs Elena Armani has requested for your presence." Isabel's mother had saved a certain Lorenzo from dying years back. The Armani's was one of the top wealthiest family's in America. Lorenzo along with his mother hand.

“He ran away. And he didn’t run empty-handed. He ran away with serious mafia secrets. The kind that could bring entire empires crumbling down. The kind that would make the most powerful men sweat.” The air leaves my lungs in a sharp gasp. Secrets. Serious mafia secrets. This isn’t just about a dangerous man; this is about a volatile, explosive past, a hidden history that could ignite at any second. My mind flashes to the current head of the Ash mafia, Aaron. Aaron, who is currently dating Mia. Mia who just found out about Liam’s existence. Things are about to get messy.

“You don’t get to ask that. She trusted you.” “I owe you nothing,” she replied coldly, though inside her stomach was twisting. “Brittany!” His voice broke. “She treated you like a sister! She… she—” “Is that why you’re breaking like this? Or is it because your little love story is dead? Did you picture marrying me, Marco? Children? A future?” “Britt…” “You’re a fool. This is the mafia. Nothing here is real—no one.” “Is that why you kept pushing me away? Is that why you couldn’t love me?”

"What? A powerful, brooding mafia boss trying to win your trust? That’s something straight out of a romance novel.” Amelia shook her head with a small laugh. "I can hear you even laughing — my fucking goodness, you're gone totally." Mia chuckled. "It's not as if he is going to hurt you. You understand the scenario better than me because you are the one living in it, and before this, you know he has been making his advances towards you. You are not a child, Amelia so suck it up. A Mafia don here in Italy is interested in my best friend. While I am scared, I am also excited."

“I didn’t start any of this.” He appears contemplative, then says, “When you left New York, people were saying that Igor had killed you after secretly marrying you, simply to inherit your money. I don’t know if he told you this, but I went to see you and demanded that he give me your body to bury. That was when I learned that he didn’t know where you were, and I believed him. I believed him because I’d never seen a man look so distraught before. And I realized two things that day: One, that I still loved you unconditionally, despite everything that happened to tear us apart, and two, that I’d underestimated Igor Makárov. And I respected him a little bit more after that day, because I realize