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“We run together. No more sacrifices, Matteo. Not after everything we’ve survived.” He glanced back at me, and for a split second the ruthless mafia heir vanished. In his place was the man who had claimed me body and soul — the one who had whispered love against my skin in the middle of gunfire and chaos. His expression softened with raw emotion. “I love you, Alexandria. More than I ever thought possible. Those boys… they’re ours. No matter what this bastard says.”

he said bowing repeatedly. Papi has connections in the underworld. He sometimes uses mafia boys to handle tough clients. There was a case about a girl who was owing five million and was causing a huge fuss when she was abducted and trying to run away two days to the auction. Papi was mad at this and ordered mafia boys to rape her to death. The police tried taking up the case, but they couldn't because it will only cost their lives. Manager Steve is his right hand man that was how he got to see rugger's real face in his casino. He quickly and respectfully led him to the front seat by himself.

she said. “No problem at all. Just let me know the details, and I’ll be there.” “I’ll send you all the information later today. Thanks again, Summer,” she said before walking out of the room. What the hell did I just sign up for? I took a deliberate drag of my cigar, savoring the bitter taste before blowing smoke into the air, trying to calm my frayed nerves. “The Puppet Master is crawling through our territories like a fucking rat.” “He’s been provoking chaos in other territories as well,” Marco, the New York mafia capo, replied. “Shipments are vanishing, our men are disappearing, and our influence is waning daily.”

Later in the Mafia meant never and Mr Walter knew this , Zayn walked to his car and I watched through the window as he walked briskly and angry , I was aware I made him angry earlier on but obviously this had nothing to do with me . Zayn got into his car and zoomed up leaving behind a very thick air of carbon monoxide , I sat back on my bed wondering what had made him that angry. As Zayn drove on he was thinking about the news he just heard , it had was a normal thing for men in the mafia to be found laying dead by the road side but this had never happened to someone in his own mafia , this sort of this happens whenever there is a blooming war between two different mafia and it ends up very

I have a mission tonight, and it’s to make sure no other teenagers go through what I had to endure in the hands of King Murder and his minions. “Look at this. It’s a reminder of the reason for our mission tonight.” Grandpa Zach’s gruff voice seeps through the fog that clouds my brain. I look down and my heart tightens painfully at the video currently playing on the iPad in front of me. “Take it, son.” Grandpa urges. I oblige. My fingers gradually mould into tight fists and raw, venomous anger burns at the back of my throat. I hate watching videos like this, but I can’t help it. I need it to remind me of the reason I will never stop hunting the mafia.

My Uncle's grip on his cutleries tightened while others just stare at me like I had grown another set of heads. Rolan swallow his last bite of food and cleans the sides of his mouth with a white napkin before placing it beside his plate. "What gave it way?" I shrug. "The tattoos." "You understand my language?" "Yes" "interesting, " He muse. His eyes still holds the same intent as earlier. Something about this man puts me off. I really don't know what it is but something about him feels off. I know about the Russian mafia, the number one, most powerful mafia to exist. Followed by the Spanish mafia and then the Italian mafia.

This was my only chance to save my mum, else I would have left this place. “Exactly. If that man walks in here tonight, nobody better screw up, else your head is on a stake and the government, not even the president can do anything about it.” Another waiter laughed nervously. “I just want to see the woman he’s bringing.” “Woman?” someone asked. “Yeah, I heard he’s obsessed with her.” Something about that sentence twisted inside my chest and for some reason, Adrian flashed through my mind again. Men like him belonged in places like this. Not with someone like me.

“Unless the great Mafia Don is only good at ordering executions from behind a desk.” Drake’s eyes darkened completely, a low, dangerous chuckle escaping his chest. “Careful, Donna. Your mouth is writing checks your skill can’t cash yet.”

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.”

“Quit looking at me and sign the damn papers already. We've got a lot of other things to get to.” I nodded nervously, skimming over the papers quickly, my pen poised over the signature line. It would be fatal to defy my father. Norman Stravkos was a no nonsense man. The head of a powerful underground Mafia gang. A pesky drug lord that evaded the hands of the law like sudden lightening. His word was law, and his actions — unbred chaos.