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she was trembling, “It's not like I'm important, no one would miss me anyway, my parents are too busy sniffing…” “That's not the point.” “Then what is?” I stood up and removed my clothes, “The point is the man has ties to the mafia, didn't you know this?” “Why would I ?” I placed my t-shirt over my head. “I forgot you don't pay attention to anything but your fool of an ex I*******m.” “Hey…” I threw the pillow at her, “Keeping it real, now let's go downstairs and celebrate the fact that you still have your life.” She dragged me by the hand.

Dr Raph questioned and suddenly his eyes widened like a light bulb had gone off in his brain. “What if her family are members of the gang too? Oh, Tony. What have you gotten yourself into?” He panicked, pacing around the office aimlessly. “What movie did you watch, Raphael?” Tony asked in a bored tone with his brows arched and Raphael paused before turning around with a lopsided grin. “It’s a movie about the mafia and a girl whose family was involved with the mafia. Crazy movie, my man. You should check it out.” He said and winked at Tony who looked like he would punch Dr Raph if he could.

Who are these people? I wanted to move away and leave but the woman trying so hard not to satisfy these sick bastard made me curious. What would they do to her? She's bleeding a lot. Don't these people have any heart? This was the first time I realized what being associated with the mafia meant. The clip stopped with the woman being poured on water which I heard the other guy tell the men watching to bring and for the first time woman let out an ear piercing scream. It was saline water. The screen went blank for a minute but I couldn't move until it was shut forcefully.

A big gush of his cum poured from my used hole onto the couch. Marco zipped up and looked down at me with dark satisfaction. “Clean yourself up. Tomorrow night we bring you to the club. The whole crew gets a turn. And if you’re good… maybe we’ll even let your father watch how you’re paying his debt.” He turned to leave, but stopped at the door. “Welcome to the family business, slut. Your body is the payment now.” I lay there on the couch, legs still spread, mafia cum leaking from my freshly fucked pussy, heart racing with fear and filthy excitement.

“I saw a documentary.” “Yeah?” Lee snaps. “Was it sandwiched between your mafia movie and an episode of Narcos?” Another chuckle rolls out of Jackson. This one’s sharper. More deliberate. Either he finds his little roommate funny — which he’s not. Okay, maybe a little. Or he’s figured all this out, and he’s savoring it. He’s way too placid. That sets me on edge. “Seriously, though,” Jesse barrels on, undeterred, “… there’s always a mafia. Russians, Irish, Yakuza — pick a flavor. You piss off the wrong one, you end up in a trunk. With them … everything is business. I’ve seen it.”

ok says Ibrahim, both sleep and after some days Ibrahim gets well perfectly, right now Ibrahim was making love to mehak, just then Ibrahim phone ranged up, he doesn't want to receive it but seen caller name he says Jaan this is important he received it and says hello, hello me Ibrahim I am your Dr I got your money to thank you, Ibrahim sir if you want some more help just call me, Ibrahim says ok and cuts the call, on the other hand, Dr wife says Ibrahim khan gave you this much money why? dr says because he loves his wife very much he can do anything for her you see mafia possessive love, Ibrahim made love to mehak and says this mafia man can do anything for his mehak, only you can make me on

I grab the apple, slice it absentmindedly, and stand by the counter eating in silence. The coffee pot clicks off. I pour myself a cup, add a little milk, and shuffle back to the couch. I sip the coffee slowly and glance at the TV screen. A local French talk show is ending. Then the next segment flashes across the screen, the bold white letters in English catching my eye: “Dante Romano: The Man Behind the Expansion of Europe’s Most Powerful Mafia Syndicate.” My breath stutters. The cup nearly slips from my hand. No. For a moment, I think I’ve misread it, but then the image appears, and my heart stops.

Declan’s fury finally surfaced. “Do I look like I give a damn about it? Sierra is mine. I didn’t give her revenge for nothing. Now that it’s over she must keep in mind she belongs here. Call it obsession or whatever you want. And about our mafia, I believe in my capability. Today or tomorrow we will make our mafia stand in New York among Bratva and Italians!”

Chapter 5 Mateo's eyes glittered like strokes of light as he slowly strolled down Camellia's body, over each visible curve. Her gown accentuated her perfect shape, the marine blue complementing the diamonds on her neck. She looked beautiful, so beautiful that he wished she were his. Immediately, he realized the severity of his thoughts and looked away. The Requiem was the most powerful mafia in New York. They were ruthless and bloodthirsty. He knew it would be stupidity to go against them.