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“I came to make you pay and what better way to do that than watch you witness the death of your son, and leave your alive to hate yourself for letting this happen, knowing fully well that you can’t kill me, you can’t hurt me, you can’t even think of coming close to me while you spend the rest of your life hating and wishing this didn’t happen and when things start to get better, I come by to make sure you don’t deserve any happiness, I guess Liam and his son Ollie are just collateral damage.” “Bold of you to assume you will do all of that, even worse you think his mafia will watch you ruin everything and not do anything, someone will take over, they will become your enemy, they will ruin you

He had thought him to be dead. “I need my crown back, Lorie. At any cost, I need it back,” a craze for revenge was dripping from his tone and his seething eyes resembled two pits of fire. “You don’t understand, Marco. He has set everyone against you. After dealing with you, he murdered your father and claimed that you fled in fear of getting attacked by your own men,” loyalty ran deep in the Spanish mafia. Even if his dad wasn’t the Mafia King but he still held sway over the clan more than Marco himself.

Only a fool would dare to get close to her and receive the end of Killian's wrath. Being possessive of their wives wasn't uncommon in the mafia. Among such dangerous and cruel men, possessiveness was a prevalent trait. However, it was Killian's open display of affection—or rather, intimacy—that was shocking and uncommon.They noticed how he had taken her to a corner a few minutes earlier, speaking to her in low tones and holding her neck in a manner that seemed almost obsessive. This blatant show of dominance and attachment was a rarity, even among men who were fiercely protective of their wife's. Although they were quick to turn their attention away from them, understanding that looking at K

Amused, like a snake watching a mouse dance too close. “Who the hell is that?” I whispered. Yuri wiped blood from his lip, ego cracked worse than his dignity. “I think… that’s Misha Petrov.” No. Fucking. Way. I’d heard the stories. The Bratva’s reaper. The man who made people disappear like smoke. The man who was supposed to marry my sister. He didn’t move. Didn’t call his soldiers back. Didn’t lift a hand. He just watched me. Like a puzzle he wasn’t sure he wanted to solve.

No daylight, no damn ventilation, just me, four walls, and the lingering scent of piss and betrayal. I wasn’t chained up like some criminal. No, they wanted me alive enough to bleed slowly. I clenched my jaw, as my thoughts drifted somewhere else with blood crusted at the corner of my mouth, the metallic taste making me growl. The only thing ringing in my head louder than the news broadcast was one word: Alessia and The White Book. That file was my damn insurance policy and my last resort to destroy everything that existed in the Mafia Family. A powerful ledger so vile, so goddamn explosive it would make the FBI piss their pants and make the Mafia run for cover.

"I swear to god if you dont get your ass right here, I -" "FINE" I shouted taking a seat still quite further from him. Infuriating human. My stomach growled at the sight of the pizza and before he can say anything I took a piece for myself. Fortunately, he didn't say anything just took the remote going through N*****x. The guy doesn't even have a my list. I guess it is stupid to assume, the mafia king here watches N*****x he is bored. He probably does other things, but what? "What do you want to see?" He asks his eyes on me.

"This is good. This is cool. This is interesting, and this is... hmm... pretty wild. Nicholas probably won't let you sleep while you're in your underwear like this." Josephine was wide-eyed to see Anna taking on a variety of colors and sexy lingerie styles. "Anna ... oh, are you crazy?" Anna giggled. "Italy is always impressive. A lot of films about the Mafia are told about Italy. Hmm ... I think Lynn has mentioned several titles, The Godfather, Goodfellas, Scarface, and several others. Lynn is very fluent when it comes to the mafia." Josephine looked up at Anna's bright face and sparkling truly eyes. "Anna?"

Leonardo paused in his speech. He accessed my facial expression before going on. "It is an oath of secrecy taken, swearing not to divulge the activities of the mafia to law enforcement agencies. You won't be allowed to have unmonitored phone calls, e-mails or texts as every thing will now be monitored by the mafia. You also can't go on unsupervised trips or vacations. All your movements will be monitored and track. You shouldn't be seen with the police either. You will have to be branded as belonging to the Mafia. And the punishment if you don't sign or break any of the rules is...death"