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They took out their penises from their pants and pointed them at Harry's helpless body. “Arrrggghhh!!” Harry immediately screamed in pain when the mafia members did something he had never imagined before. His wounds became even more painful, even more painful than before. He continued to howl in pain, his body shaking violently. Slowly, his vision began to darken. “You're going to die, you stupid traitor!” said one of the mafia members, making the others laugh with satisfaction. They were going to prolong this old man's hell. ***** Meanwhile, Jefford, the leader of the Black Wolf mafia, was focused on staring at the photo of a wolf on the wall in front of him. It was an alpha wolf, symbolizi

I didn’t trust him, but the grip of his arm was unyielding, and I had no choice but to follow his lead. The moment we entered the grand hall, all eyes were on us. Whispers floated through the air like moths, sharp and insistent. “Is that her?” “The Colombian girl?” “The deal with Rojas?” “Petrov’s bride?” Misha ignored them all, leading me through the sea of onlookers, his stride purposeful, slow, deliberate. He owned the space without saying a word, without having to do anything but exist. Every man who mattered was here. Politicians, Bratva captains, men with too much power and not enough morals, their smiles cold and calculating.

It was a little past 9 PM when the mansion's heavy silence began to thicken with tension. Vincenzo De Luca, ruthless Mafia boss, lay shirtless on a dark leather bench, his chiseled frame illuminated by the soft amber glow from the chandelier above. His eyes were half-closed, body relaxed, as the subtle scent of cedarwood cologne filled the air.

BANG. Both collapsed mid-charge, blood pooling beneath them. She could hardly process it. Less than twenty seconds, That’s all it took for him to take them all down. The room was silent again. The only ones left were Rafael, Celia, and the leader still holding her hostage. The man’s grip on her tightened, his entire body rigid. His breathing had turned shaky. Celia realized something then. He was scared of Rafael. The mafia leader’s lips curled into a snarl. "You love to rebel," he spat. "But you should know by now, you’re no match for me."

And for a moment, I just stood there, the silence pressing against the door like the world outside was trying to shove its chaos back at me. What the hell was that? I walked back inside, dragged a hand through my hair,trying to make sense out of what just happened, but nothing seemed to make sense, so i reached for my phone. There was only one person who could make that scene make sense: Marco. The call connected at second ring. “Marco,” I said flatly, “who the hell was the woman you sent to my room last night?” Marco was silent for some seconds before he spoke confused. Genuinely confused.

We drank, and she had come begging for a taste of my dick, and I gave her hot, more than she could handle. She swung and spun around the pool like a professional, her ass swinging around with her. The fun part is that she is always naked, unlike other strippers who will wear pants and a bra. She finished dancing and walked off the stage without glancing at anyone. “Let the banquet begin,” Father announced from the head table, his smirk aimed in my direction. I looked at him with a stern face. He must announce the start of the ceremony since he is the most powerful mafia ever known in Italy. Father is the head of La famiglia Oscura, the deadliest mafia.

“I saw a documentary.” “Yeah?” Lee snaps. “Was it sandwiched between your mafia movie and an episode of Narcos?” Another chuckle rolls out of Jackson. This one’s sharper. More deliberate. Either he finds his little roommate funny — which he’s not. Okay, maybe a little. Or he’s figured all this out, and he’s savoring it. He’s way too placid. That sets me on edge. “Seriously, though,” Jesse barrels on, undeterred, “… there’s always a mafia. Russians, Irish, Yakuza — pick a flavor. You piss off the wrong one, you end up in a trunk. With them … everything is business. I’ve seen it.”

A grainy photo of me in Nikolai’s arms with both of us stumbling out of the bar like drunken lovers was plastered across the screen beneath a headline about Italy’s most untouchable crime lord and a “mystery woman.” My stomach dropped. And then the rest of the night hit me like a train. The drinks. The laughter. The heat. His mouth on mine. Oh no…oh no, no, no.. I stumbled out into the street forcing deep breaths as guilt and rage fought for dominance inside me. I went back to my office and dumped the flash drive with the files I'd gotten so far. I left a note there for Sterling which said: “This is all you’re getting. I'm off the case.”

Dante watched from his surveillance footage as Chiara exited the unfamiliar car parked in front of his gate. “What kind of trouble are you getting yourself into, Darling?” He muttered, his eyes still fixed on the screen. Chiara took one final glance at the driver, there were no words, only a forced smile before she entered his house. Dante smirked, she was staggering—visibly drunk and he knew who the driver of that car was. The same person he had been tracking and silently observing for years.