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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.

Vasili joked. Serene narrowed her gaze and glanced at Dante with curiosity. He looked relaxed, nothing like a man who was targeted by the most powerful mafia bosses in the world. "Dante? What did you do?" she asked with confusion. "He made sure that there is no panel to target us anymore. The panel and its members are neck deep in shit. Its impossible for those oldies to get out of that shit before they die. Who knows, they might die because of their 'issues'" Wesley shared with mirth.

* * * * * * * * * * PD Luciana wandered through the villa's garden, the scent of blooming flowers and freshly cut grass filling her lungs. But her mind wasn't on the serene surroundings. Alessandro's words echoed in her thoughts; "Antonio's family is Mafia... they're ruthless. They'll stop at nothing to get what they want." She shivered, despite the warmth of the sun on her skin. The Mafia's reputation was notorious - brutal killings, extortion, and corruption. They operated in the shadows, and their influence reached the highest echelons of power.

"Oh, fuck, Mia Cara, yes, just like that. Fuck that pussy for daddy," Don Antonio Moretti growled under his breath, his voice a low rumble in the dim glow of his study. His hand moved furiously up and down his thick, aching dick as he stared at the hidden camera feed on one of multiple monitors. The steam filled shower in Teresa's ensuite bathroom was his private theater, and she was the unwitting star. He'd installed those cameras years ago, telling himself it was for her protection in this dangerous world of mafia feuds. But deep down, he knew the truth. Watching her was his obsession, plain and simple.

He continued his narration, I can hear the smile in his voice, the shivers on my skin developed to a massive goosebumps eruption at how psychotic this guy that claimed to be my brother was. “Watching him that day was like watching cartoon and animations for a baby, I felt so joyous when he was beating him, the way blood sprouted out his mouth after a blow made me consider the fact that mortal combat might be real, because that was what I was watching in that case, but it was just an opponent winning. I tagged along with him that day, before I saw him step into a luxurious car, I pieced it together that the man was probably in a Mafia. Watching him became my hobby, he caught up to me spying o

Making a mental note to watch how Luciano opened and locked the damned door, I reached for the glass center table and grabbed the remote to the TV. "A movie doesn't sound like a bad idea," I mumbled. "I'm bored as hell," Luciano must have watched the news last, because that was what popped up on the screen when I turned the TV on. I had almost changed the channel when I heard the news reporter say "Shoot out," and "Mafia". The scene changed to an overhead view of a live shoot out that took place on a highway just out of town. Due to the smoke and all that filled the air, it wasn't easy for the helicopter to move closer to the scene, hence all we could see were tiny figures fighting on the ro

*** It was already lunch and still no files, as expected. I already called my men and they went down to mess up the building. What Veronica doesn't know is that they aren't just clients, the Morristons are a small mafia under-group that works for us. I send her there to see if she could handle them, if she is to be my queen she has to be able to deal with the fuckers. Pablo told she held herself pretty well, even before I was on the phone. I check my last email and leave my office walking up to her.

But the hunger for answers still gnawed at me. The something clicked "Silly girl, what if he had poisoned it?" I shook my head "Not possible, he wouldn't risk that much" Pushing the tray aside, I grabbed my laptop and opened the browser. Typing Nesa Caistro into the search bar, I held my breath as the results loaded. The first few links painted a grim picture: an organized Mafia group operating on a global scale, shrouded in secrecy and terror. The FBI had yet to collect solid evidence against them. My stomach turned as the pieces began to fall into place.

"What? A powerful, brooding mafia boss trying to win your trust? That’s something straight out of a romance novel.” Amelia shook her head with a small laugh. "I can hear you even laughing — my fucking goodness, you're gone totally." Mia chuckled. "It's not as if he is going to hurt you. You understand the scenario better than me because you are the one living in it, and before this, you know he has been making his advances towards you. You are not a child, Amelia so suck it up. A Mafia don here in Italy is interested in my best friend. While I am scared, I am also excited."

Nikolay: I watched with wide eyes as my wife stood in front of what looked like armed men. The other mafia men and women standing by her side as they all spoke. Ian watched them from a distance and I could swear that he was enjoying what he was watching. As if knowing that what he was doing was deliberately causing them pain. Everyone was on their feet, watching as their siblings, friends, wives, husbands, sons, and daughters were in such a surreal game. Mikhail was standing by Kiara, the two of them shared a glance before he and Kiara jumped down first. Richard, and Mila, a Zambian mafia man’s daughter, jumped down after them. I didn’t personally know the man having done no businesses with