The 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

his touch. She needed a clea

till lo

r question. He and Britney had come too far for him to destroy it because of a silly slip of his tongue. A

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

mistake spoil what

d guilt-tripping games, taking advantage of

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

*.

g banned from Italy for ten years, they relocated to Queens in Chicago, carrying out their operation underground. The lawns of the mansion were neatly kept, with the grass trimmed to the same height and not a single leaf out of place. They had a large Olympic-si

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

ow how I can st

even if his face didn't show it, bu

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