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I don't understand', she asked. Made men are men who have been officially inducted into a Mafia family. Dr Roberto answered 'Your father just did some business with them, and I can assure you they are not bad people, they are just in a bad business '. 'Mafia men killed my father!', Lucia shouted, ' I wouldn't trust any of them'. Just then the bedroom door opened, Andretti walked in with a glass of water 'are you good?', he asked, ' Dr Roberto thank you for your help but I think it's time for you to leave now, I want to talk with my guest'.

It would throw the heat off Zaverio for sure, and I’d be set for life if I brought him in. “-tomorrow afternoon” I shook my head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t get that.”, “I said we’ll be meeting for coffee at an address I’ll send to you. We can’t be seen together and your safety is high priority to all of us.” “You want to exchange heavy information over coffee?” I looked around, what kind of mafia organization was this? “What are we going to do next, roller skate?” Alvaro snapped his fingers. “Perfect for our second date, I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon.”

Street musicians gladly entertaining the tourists with their organettos and mandolins. Lovers making out in a dark corner, foolish move, Marco Marchetti thought as he walked past the dark alley. The city was beautiful and bustling, but it was also filled with thieves and criminals that were worse than thieves. He knew, he was one of them. The dignified ones though, the ones who didn't see themselves as criminals per se. It was the twisted law that saw and labeled them as criminals. The mafia. It wasn't a crime, it was a business, a business that has been smoothly run by the current Mafia King. A man whom Marco respected and honored. The man who was the main reason why Marco was out in the st

I tried to tune out but it just got louder. “Bring them out,” he commanded. Their grip on my skin burned and I couldn't help show the pain on my face. I tried to use my other senses to have a feel of the environment since the one responsible for the job was on a break. I could hear Diego's grunting behind me, I was a little bit calm, knowing he was near. My mind wandered far, on Alceo's brother words. ‘The new mafia leader will be so happy to see who I brought’.

My nails claw at his forearms with terror tattooing itself across my heart as he towers over me. He rests his body weight on top of mine, and panic thrums through my raging veins. Being beneath him, vulnerable and completely at his disposal causes my stomach to churn. Is he going to rape me before he puts a bullet in me? This is what cold-blooded Mafia men do, don’t they? They take what they want, leaving a path of destruction and devastation behind in their wake – for fun. I keep my eyes trained on his, refusing to look away, determined to show him that I’m not afraid to die.

"I don't think so, Jude. The mafia is pretty powerful. I predict they'll hunt us down in a matter of minutes. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if they already have eyes on us." They most likely were watching, judging from DeLuca's knowledge of them heading to New York, but I wouldn't tell him that. "Who the hell cares? Why not enjoy this before we're forever locked under our parents' supervision?" I punched him roughly on the shoulder. The car swerved. "They would be looking for your car. When we hit New York City, why not go on foot and get these uniforms off." I grinned. "Are you not up for a challenge?"

My hand is shaking. Maria pats my hand from across the table. “You’re so thin, sweetheart. You need to eat. You need to be strong for the wedding. For the babies.” I drop the fork again. Alessino sat still. “Ma,” he says. “Enough.” “You’ll have beautiful babies,” Maria says. She’s smiling. She’s gone again. Back somewhere safe. “Just like you two were beautiful babies. My son and his little bride. I always knew.” Alessino men don’t look at me. They look at their plates. But I see it. The shift. The understanding.

The conversation was terse, brutal, punctuated by the occasional sharp command from Dante, to which the men responded with instant, unwavering obedience. Amara listened, her skin prickling. The raw, unfiltered nature of their discussions was terrifying. They spoke of violence, of intimidation, of retribution, with the same detached professionalism one might discuss stock market fluctuations. She heard hushed conversations about "sending a message," about "making an example." Her stomach churned. This was the true underbelly of the Mafia, stripped bare of any romanticized notions. This was brutal, unforgiving power, maintained through fear and bloodshed.