My Mafia Lord

f into, he jumped up from the bed, his ex

didn't...", he was trying h

to call your name, Britney just slippe

fast. Alessandro just kept his eyes fixed on Aurora without answering her question. He and Britney had come too far for him to destroy it beca

answer th

e bed, put on his brief, and then walked to the

don't come here, I don't need you here. Just answer the question. Do you still love Britney? And don't lie t

love you' to. You surely can't hold this against me. I picked you Aurora, you are the one I'm starting to get attached to. Trust me, I wo

andro continued with the pity party and guilt-tripping games,

hing. Somehow her head tried to link the lipstick stain, Alessandro's disappearance the previous night, and his confession right now altogether. But even if she couldn't trust her newlywed

alone Alessandro",

he replied. Acting like a loving husband kissed her o

*.

cial, it was how operations were carried out. Even though they tried their best to l

ass trimmed to the same height and not a single leaf out of place. They had a large Olympic-sized swimming pool, surrounded by lush greenery and comfortable loungers. The pool wa

talians were still in New York, they somewhat lived in peace with their enemy, planning for the time

and a cigarette trapped between her lips. Sam limped in, with his s

antly turning her face away

he was with her all through, and there was no sight of the American gir

ey, someone whom he trusted was the traitor. And now he had lost his life just because of money. The only regret Sam had was that he wished the bullet that was dri

ison room where he was torture

om the foot of the pool with ease and not like someone

l knew the question on his mind even if his face did

uld buy a human and change reports. It was just extra motiv

the corpse to instill fear. They need to know the consequences of betray