Marked by the Mafia King
le
pen and felt hands pressing down my back. What's happening? Where am I? Am I dead? My mind racing until I
no avail, "What do you think you're doing?" I
hands down my body with smiles
bursted out. "Send that mon
one of the older
You can talk
, nobody wannabe o
I'm on his
ut that wouldn't exactly fetc
, who the heck care
can burn in hell for all I ca
I've known or who I thought I knew turned out to be a spy and a creature who
handled, and now being thrown into a pit of dark truth. Closing my eyes I tried drift
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cking
one on the desk,
ow, sir?" A tiny voice inte
meet the air hostess a
t, sir?" She asked again, her
re about food right now?" I paused, watching her fold under my scrutiny. "I just got done discus
s-sir, I didn
ey. Don't bother me
ss clambered
, glancing at the screen, only a
answere
und the traitor", my inf
ightening my grip on
a Dolce Vita'. He's wi
encer's daughter Belle? The aftermath of the name left
to take the boys to the restaurant.
s,
the
ray me? How dare he leak my wareh
ed out. My driver Mikel opened
e Vita"
e because of what the Russians did
uckin
his voice
taking a long stride towards the restaurant. As I entered, I scanned the w
across from him. I could feel her nervousness, her shallow breath. I let my g
lì," I
s from him, the girl looked like a deer caught in a light. I would d
me. Now I'll show you what happe
my gun and the bastard
go. I'll kill this la
ard. Be
two bodies t
kly on his leg. He jerked back, loosening his grip on he
out", I growled,
ained fixed on me, wide with fear, yet defi
but she held my stare, a spark of determinat
lla. I murmured, the threat hangi