The Mafia Lord And His Spy Lover

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never imagined—the boss of the most powerful crime family in

hem of the plans I had for the future of this syndicate. To say I had any would have

n my name—a box wrapped in colourful papers and adorned with ribbons like a f

men now under my reign yelled,

hoice but

hey were dead bodies of traitors and liabilities, or expensive drugs

tents were

it with a marker and italicised calligraphy as if it were for a chris

couldn’t remember the names of half the people pr

en eye, Adonis. Know those around you and watch their every step.” Throughout my life, he

try to kill me for it like they had done t

e to carry the title and pass this burden onto th

he main room, Capo,” o

not my uncle, who was standing in one corner of the stage. I had uttered the word Capo many ti

isk, but none more than me. The soldier quickly plug

any woman. My little sister Amara. Except, the people around me didn

d-red sheets and drapes, her hands handcuffed

my temples. All remnants of my emotions shattered into pieces. I wanted to look away

dn’t need to see his face to know who he was. His dark hair, tal

rm. My hands and feet were searing

e will be consequences, Vitale,” he had said

me, even. But using a woman, whose love for

s he had done with every damn person in his life, even his own blood. I had no weaknesses—none

ed his head between her legs,

as lurched out to the surface. With all my strength, I pushed it off the stand. The DV

iven my role in this family, where hundreds of eyes watched me fo

trapped my sister in it as a weapon to his advantage, and he would have to pay h

led, my voice booming in the room—my first order

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es

mbled down the stairs, fastening

he clubhouses last night. Well, peace for me was like a co

as, always in his upmarket clothes and expensive boots and watches. He kept his image in check because of his positi

nother figh

cers crawling up my ass near the Arena. Plus, I didn’t get any sleep, so you can imagine my annoyance.” He strode tow

I gritted, reaching the glass

bout finding the best routes to continue

n here in America. And instead of keeping their noses in Japan, t

I wouldn’t be too focused on th

r the past ten years, with no hope for a better fu

the conflict between the only two ruling families of the New York Cosa Nostra. The Illiano Crime Family

er to the union. Things were tough because of the audacity of men who th

ldiers guarding the mansion dipped their heads into a bow as

river’s seat, and Dom settled

is throat. “R

d him. “Besides, I’m an excellent throttler. Should we get our hands on any of those fuc

the accelerator and pulled out of the driveway. “Back to the news. Julian caught a rat last night after the who

y nose,

here’s a club registered under our na

Dom,” I said. “Be more specific. What’s he b

ght to see him bothered because of a fuc

ar behind me stopped as well. The driver yelled and screamed obsce

and women partook, but only after signing a consensual agreement as per the rules of the Commission. Human trafficking

is before the Commission

before using it against us in front of the entire commission. None of the pa

his car, his eyes wide with horror, and apologised. I would’ve beaten him up if I hadn’t noticed the baby i

o my car. Ruining my morning more

Either you’re furious or ecstatic

ith,” I said. “Get to this club and see how far this ship has fucking sai