How to Hide the Mafia Boss' Child

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glistening in the dark room. Only a single dim light bulb ill

o, please. It—It wasn’t my intention. I was only forced to do this since I

into a painful grimace. His body was covered in bruise

t voice, circling around his frail bo

l properties that I sold. Now, the government has claimed t

s his when it was still in the process of getting its title transferred? I let him off the hook back t

eaded once more, desperat

ell off our information to?” I leaned closer to his f

carelessly dripping down his mouth.

et debris on my handkerchief and quickly discarding it. “Then, you leave me no choice.

t, it was of no use. He was bounded by straps and chains, and the onl

and celebrated plenty of accomplishments. Compared to all of the good times we’ve spent, this is not

y face, and for a second, I saw a wave

y?” I

ire life to you, Luciano. I’m going to serve you until

anger. “Then, you should have thought about that befor

n my gaze. In under a minute, he had started coughing up blood, and I knew that it was only a matter of tim

into his chest. “There’s no such thing

ooking back and continued walking away from the scene, opening the door of the torture den without

e mess,” I said to the guards w

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hing my hands, I heard a set of footsteps coming into the bathroom. I didn’t even have to tur

d, but she only stood ther

ifted my head up, only to see her look

” I sn

it agai

e of paper towels to wipe them. I turned around and leaned ag

derstand,” I

er the people in our faction multiple times a month! And it’s even Christopher this time around!

nee always does this every time I have to eliminate someone, so it is

Renee. The people that I kill—they’re not as good as you make them out to

h, but this is Christopher we are talking about—a person you kn

not letting him off the hook just beca

er breath. “You’re really not my brother any

nd looked at my reflection in the mirror. I shook my head and quickly forgot about her words. Being in the mafia for

ed to the dining room, where my fam

attention back on his food. “Did you handle the pr

ead. “Everyth

ead. “I didn’t expect a

completely ignored her and

forgot,” my fat

up from m

ory in the west. I don’t know what the fuck you’re doing, but I hope you h

after dinner,” I said, loudly placing my utensils

Luciano?” Janice, my ot

I’ll have somethin

t back down at the dinner table, but my fat

you to fix th

dining room despite only being

ng my shades on and playing with th

ad and started driving t

deeper and deeper into the territory. Flickering street lights, ambient smoke, broken glass, and the scent of sex and gasoline linge

lder sisters refusing to become the head of the mafia. Being the first and only son of the family, I had no choice but to take the position. Don’t get

iano. We

I’m going to