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I wanted to throw up. Dad always claimed that Emily’s mother was his best friend’s widow, and caring for her was simply his responsibility. But the truth was far more complicated, wasn’t it? Emily was also his daughter. He had betrayed my mother's trust. He had slept with her murderer, and created this monster. "But the man who saved her has too much influence in Italy. It’s difficult to handle Miley now–” “It’s just a mafia! Why should we be afraid of that scum? No matter how powerful he is in his underworld, we have plenty of money to shut him up. Right daddy?”

Dmitri spat out blood in my direction, an act of disrespect. I stood up from the chair and walked closer to him, raising his chin so he could take a look at me. "Unlike your miserable father, I am the biggest Mafia Lord in the entire city. Every single one of my enemies fears me, and they all have the right to do so. I am showing you mercy by exchanging your freedom for that of your sister, you should be thankful." I let go afterward, and with one last look at him, I walked out of the room.

I missed you my brother", I said happily as I giggled. Aaron and I approached Nikola. "This is Nikola, my fiance," I introduced Nikola. "Aaron Diaz, Heir to the family mafia, Aaron said shaking Nikola's hand as he introduced himself. "Would you like to come in ? " I asked Nikola. He nodded as he followed behind me. We all sat down around the table. My mother introduced herself and we all continued talking. " I wasn't expecting you to come back so soon," My father voiced to me from across the table.

“Alessia.” Ivan shrugged. “We already know your name. I’ve heard so much about you, against my will.” Dante’s voice cut in, low and firm. “Ivan.” Ivan raised both hands in mock surrender. “I don’t want to offend the mafia don. He might chop off my fingers or do some other mafia thing to me.” I laughed, harder than I meant to. The sound surprised me. It felt foreign after days of nausea and quiet anxiety. Maxim waved a hand. “Don’t mind him. He never stops teasing Dante for choosing his grandfather’s path and becoming a mafia boss instead of… I don’t know, being a doctor or something civilized.”

"Maybe I'm just a Roglas. That seems to be enough." "No." Rafael shifted to face her fully. "This isn't about your family name. I've dealt with the Roglases before. They're small-time, barely worth my attention. But tonight, I watched the Bratva, the Calabrians, and a private military contractor all try to grab you. That level of interest doesn't come from being a minor mafia princess." Cassandra's face had gone pale. "I don't understand." "Neither do I. Yet." The car pulled into an underground garage. Rafael's safe house, a renovated warehouse he used for situations exactly like this. Secure, private, impossible to find unless you knew where to look.

I shouldn’t be reading when a new alert pops up. Mia bangs on my door two seconds later. “Open up,” she says. “You need to see this before his guys sanitize it off your feeds.” I unlock the door. She barges in with her laptop already open and drops it on the bed between us. A news site blares in bold: > **MAFIA CRACKDOWN: AUTHORITIES INVESTIGATE MARCO D’ANGELO & ASSOCIATES** Beneath it: photos. One of the rivals is smug in a suit.

Mia’s heart froze when she saw it. Subject MIA THE RED ANGEL — premium tier. Rental only. “Untouched by industry. Intelligent. Perfect face symmetry. Vegas-based. Known mafia ties. High-value novelty. Grooming required but minimal.” Her name. Her face. On a list of products. “Jesus Christ,” she whispered.

, until he had the courage, but that wasn't exactly what happened, so everything there came down to courage. So, I did it, I liked it and I continued, at that point, I literally felt like continuing, I didn't want to jump from one branch to another, it would be exclusive, it was better than being a whore who is shared by three fantastic creatures, and an eternal old whore of a casino. Meanwhile in the Hells casinos angels City of Pleasures Guilt Nights The lord of the casino, Angels Night, the blond, Greek gentleman who came from a traditional Greek mafia in the city, was worried that his son would fall into the hands of some angel pope.

Giovanni and Angelina sat in the back with Zayn, while everyone else followed in other cars. The adrenaline was still coursing through me—my blood humming, heartbeat steady and calm, mind sharp. Killing does that to me. It clears my head. “Amore,” Ace said suddenly, glancing at me. His eyes held amusement, danger, and something else I couldn’t quite place. “Do you realize you just shot the leader of the Lebanese Mafia?” His lips pulled into a small smirk. “They’re going to come after you now.” I paused. Oh. Oops.

she said, and I let her. After dinner, Dante, Gio, Antonio, and I were on the porch at the back. I updated them on what was going on. “Okay then, we know who we are looking for, so there is no confusion. Pascal and the others will be here in a few days, and we start,” Antonio said, and I looked at him. Pascal wasn't just a security detail. Pascal and his men were demons. They were truly what the world feared. Yes, we were a Mafia family, and Pascal and his team were who we used when we wanted to make a statement.