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