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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.

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 hands itch, my right foot resting above my left starts to wiggle, I sit beside my uncle facing the capos of the mafia with a face that shows the intent of killing. I am mad. I am fucking mad. Someone wants to ruin the joining of the Italian and Russian mafia but why? "I can just tell it's the Russians at work. It's their style to bomb things" someone speaks from the crowd while every other person in the room make sounds of agreement. "They want ownership of our outfit!" another person hollers.

"Tell them I'm offering a million dollars to anyone who gives me Volkov's location. Cash. No questions asked." Marcus's eyes widened, just a fraction. He'd seen me do worse. He'd seen me do worse for less. But a million dollars made even loyal men think twice. "A million, boss?" "A million. Make sure the word spreads. Every homeless person, every dock worker, every stripper in every club. I want them all looking. Now." "Yes, boss." "And Marcus." "Yes?" "Find out who in Volkov's organization has gambling debts, the one who owes money, has a sick wife. Find me someone who's desperate."

“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.

Dominic’s POV The underground club was alive with shadowsand smoke. Bass thumped through the walls, aheartbeat beneath the city, where men like methrived. Deals were made here. Fortunes sealedin blood and silence. I stood at the back of a private booth, fingerswrapped around a glass of whiskey, watchingthe men at the table. Three of them. Russian.Old money. Arrogant bastards. They thoughtthey could sit in my city and negotiate terms. I let them talk—for now.