The Secret Heiress [Mafia Games 2]

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eats at eight in

ed. Sleepless and enduring another headache, I op

predictable one. The one with mood swings, tem

olo was my total opposite: he often behaved more maturely. Level-headed. The type

like he just walked out

nlawful happened just judging by how Niccolo looked right now. I scanned the unmistakable trail of blood on his clothe

t soiled his shirt and jeans, but neither was too dark for anyone t

leaned against the wall of my cold garage. His chest moved visibly

and light. I wasn't the poster boy for calmness and levelheaded behavior, but

ceiling. "I'd rather do time but I won't think twice

Ilya again, and the Russian mobs' plans to eliminate every

s, his voice and tone loud and full of ire. He swore out loud after a tense si

itch, deciding to hold in a caus

gone i

n usual?"

reedy psycho entered the picture. At le

if he wanted to talk to me about something important, especially if it involved my soulless fathe

ate. Sure. It's easy money, alright. But now he's smuggling teenagers in and out. Like fucking contraba

volved in the family business. I just couldn't find a weighty reason t

father to quit dealing with the mobs, I wouldn't make the slightest bit of difference. He and

themselves to be the top of the food chain. Some people got off on just knowing they owned people and countless liv

nly didn't need that kind of bad influence and violence-magnet, big-time criminal paternal figure in her li

at Niccolo, minding his escalatin

s piece of shit business partner and he's still

ld never forget that day I almost shot the guy in the head multiple times for hurting

immediately ordered our best hitman to get rid of Leandro. Rid this world of another abomination. Too bad my father

to approach him with a business proposal, as far as I knew. Considering Leandro's uncertain status in the wo

That's what Leandro had told me while he was tentatively signing the dotted lines of that

contract signing, I could already tell he and Pappa had secured a

ain with a bigger scowl etching dimples on his cheeks. He only swo

m for hours to show dominance. Then perhaps my cunning father blackmailed and threaten

our clan. To keep his enemies closer...that kind of bullshit. Plus, N

ou again?" I stared at

l talk and meet up with his former boss without my father ever suspecting a t

a stopped con

e guy would be his errand boy again." Niccolo shook his head. "That's his thin

y and family background. The guy had actually been a protected informant before he got sucked into the world

ccolo looked to me again. "We

'll figure s

ehead with his fists, looking more distraught and sounding morally dehumanized by

hatch a plan in haste. First, I had to make sure Ricchar and my mother had nothing to do with the Tomassinis' atr

s, without risking my whole family's freedom in the process. In all likelihood, they weren't innoce

ed at me, but with a less irate expression now and a m

eaving me messages a couple hours ago. Why did he need to talk to me? I thought he wouldn't want anythin

a lawsuit or something? I f

he revised contract, as my father had instructed. Did Pappa need me to take on

quired me and the guy staying in the same space for more than a minute. I swore at the t

lked past me and let out a