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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."

The badass bîtch young woman yelled. Valerie stared at the young woman who looked just like her age and inwardly rolled her eyes at her then slowly stood up. She was about to leave the room when the young woman began talking again. "I asked you a question oh wait" The badass lady narrowed her eyes at Valerie. "You're the newest slave if I'm not wrong. You are the one whose brother dared to steal from our capo m de la mafia (meaning mafia boss in Mexico). I guess it's a family type of thing because now you're making out with the underboss after sleeping with the mob boss" she rolled her eyes and shook her head.

Imogen asked shifting his gaze intending to hide the blush from Orion and Fergus. The voice over the ph beamed with surety sipping from each word," È di moda in questi giorni. Perché dimenticare che ora sei un maestro della mafia, nessun uomo comune sul ciglio della strada. E un'altra cosa qui non si può fare senza che io lo sappia) ( It's in trend these days. Why forget you are now a mafia master, no ordinary man on the side of the road. And one more thing nothing here can be done without me knowing ),"

I was no longer just his possession. I was becoming his obsession. And in the dangerous world of the mafia, obsessions like this… never ended quietly.

He faced me by turning his chair around. The cruel enemy's name is Emir Alffiaco. He was a horrible man. When I say terrible, I mean awful. I'm talking about the kind of evil that involves prostitution rings and the exploitation of young women. To make my life a living misery, he is exploiting even the mafia. I will not stop seeking justice to ensure that he rots away in the deepest part of hell.

She said with a smile. “Hmm, Lydia, we kind of need your help.” Eddy said nervously and Lydia raised a brow curiously. “With what?” “We need you to help us kill someone.” Eddy said and Lydia froze. “What?” “Okay, take a seat.” Eddy said and pulled her to sit. “Have you ever heard of mafias? Russians? Drug lords and dealers? Assassins?” Eddy asked. “Yeah, yes I have.” “Good.” “Whats good about 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.

“As in the mafia?” Lorenzo met her eyes without flinching. "Yes," he said. "The same Salvatore who owns half of Brooklyn Town. We rule with power and we’re feared for a reason." A chill ran down her spine. She wasn’t sure if it was fear… or the thrill of knowing she stood so close to a man like him. “You’re not joking?” she asked again. “I’m not joking.” There was no lie in his eyes. This man is the famous Lorenzo Salvatore.