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Alejandro Gonzalez was a mafia Don, which meant he knew how to manipulate people into getting what he wanted. He was trying to manipulate me. Well this is interesting... I smile softly and nod up at him, gripping onto his shirt as I push myself closer to him. "So does that mean I can go out with my friends, then?" I say timidly, playing innocent. I was going either way, I just had to make him think he was in charge.

"Actually, I think it's the perfect revenge. Antonio can watch from the grave as his little girls dance and whore themselves out for my money. He did this to them, after all." I say it loud enough for them to hear it. They fall silent for a moment, digesting my words before continuing their discussion. Danny nods in agreement. "I'll just keep a close eye on these putas (bitches)." "Good, they'll stay at the estate until their debt is paid." Danny might become a glorified babysitter for the next six months, but he knows he'll be well-compensated for it. I always take care of my familia (family). "Okay, we've decided," the feisty Mama interjects.

At Home – The Mafia is Now a Father Antonio’s Mansion – A Few Hours Later The soft cries of a newborn echoed through the master bedroom of the mansion. Antonio leaned back in his chair, cradling a tiny baby in his arms—one with the same dark eyes as his own. Cassandra stood nearby, watching him with a tired but radiant smile. "How about you wash your hands first before touching our child, Mr. Mafia?" she teased, crossing her arms over her chest. Antonio looked up at her with a mischievous grin.

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.

he snapped. Hans didn't need to reply as Annah knew that he either nodded or simply remained silent. She staggered back, refusing to believe what she was hearing. She knew what she was getting into when she made that vow with him, she knew she was entangled with a killer and a mafia lord but what she didn't expect was for him to be this brutal and strict. "No," she whispered. She didn't bargain for this and in that moment, she knew that there was nothing she could do to change the hands of time. This was final and even her words could hardly move him which was worse because she knew that there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop this.

His activities had impressed her parents and they saw him as a link to seal the mafia deal, with the extra benefit of him getting to keep an eye on their daughter. No one would dare hurt the wife of a dangerous underboss like Luca Antonio. She moved to the door and pulled it open to see Hannah waiting with a tray that carried a venti cup of coffee. Nica had almost forgotten she asked for one when she came in with Luca. Are the maids this lazy in the villa? She might have to teach them how to attend to their boss with haste. Hannah said quickly to her, "The espresso machine got faulty. I had to find my around making--"

She was simply… Watching. Every guard in the security room stared in horror. Then… Slowly… The woman raised one hand. And pointed directly toward Alessio’s ICU. The screens immediately turned black. Every monitor shut down. Power across the mansion flickered. Then… A whisper echoed through every speaker in the estate. A whisper that chilled every soul present. “The third kiss…” A pause. ”…will choose between love…” Another pause. ”…and the Mafia King’s life.” End of Chapter 7

When Sky Foster aimed, Charlie was often the target, and she had the kind of accuracy that made people flinch before she even threw anything. Sky Foster. The fiery blonde with eyes so green they could probably stop hearts if she cared to look up long enough. She was not just sassy, she was a full blown hurricane in designer sneakers. Charlie secretly called her his princess. Ridiculous, really. She was not his. She would never be his. Because Sky Foster was the daughter of River Foster, the notorious Mafia boss who ran the Crimson Serpents with a smile sharp enough to cut glass. And Charlie. He was the hired help. The bodyguard assigned to keep her out of trouble, or at least to try.

The silence that followed was oppressive, thick with the tension that had been building for weeks. She felt it every time Damien was near—this pull between them, undeniable and fierce. Every glance, every brush of his fingers, only deepened the craving. It was dangerous. She shouldn’t want him. He was her employer, the father of the child she cared for. He was a billionaire MAFIA, untouchable and powerful. And she was… well, she was nothing more than a mute woman with a dark past, a secret identity hiding away in his mansion, hoping no one would ever see her for what she really was.

It was first time, first time that I was being worried about my own captive and it made me see her more and more. Without the second thought I just strode out of the room and then walked to the store room. This was the most ridiculous thing I was ever doing on my whole life of being a mafia. These all sounded so nuisance but I don’t know why my heart wanted to visit her, wanted to see her, wanted to know how she had been all of a sudden. My heart, it had a sudden urge to take a glimpse of her. I knew she was ugly. I mean not so ugly but she wasn’t even near to my Gabriella. If it wasn’t her beauty then what was it that was forcing me to watch her?