THE MAFIA IN-LAWS

THE MAFIA IN-LAWS

Ian Nysick

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When love and betrayal collide, no one escapes unscathed. Andrew Remington, the ambitious heir to New York's most noble family, falls for Sophia Russo, a dazzling woman with a dangerous secret. Unbeknownst to Andrew, Sophia's family is at the center of one of Italy's most ruthless mafia empires. As the Russo clan's deadly schemes unfold, Andrew and Sophia's marriage becomes a battlefield of loyalty, deception, and power. With her father, Matteo Russo, determined to destroy the Remington legacy, and her brother Dante seeking control of the family empire, Sophia must choose between protecting the man she loves and remaining loyal to the blood ties that bind her. But when Matteo's vendetta reveals shocking truths, alliances are shattered, and lives are at stake. Can love survive a war built on lies, or will both families be destroyed?

Chapter 1 The Gala

The grand ballroom of the Remington Estate gleamed with opulence. Crystal chandeliers cast shimmering light across marble floors, while tuxedo-clad waiters weaved seamlessly through the crowd, balancing trays of champagne. New York's elite had gathered here tonight, as they always did for the Remington Foundation's annual charity gala. The air buzzed with polite laughter, clinking glasses, and the subtle undertone of deals being brokered in hushed corners.

Andrew Remington stood near the edge of the room, surveying the event with practiced ease. At 28, he was well-accustomed to the demands of being a Remington. His tailored midnight-blue tuxedo fit him perfectly, and his smile, though warm, held a hint of boredom. This event was as much about networking as philanthropy, and tonight was no different. Yet, something about the evening felt charged, as if the air itself held a secret waiting to be revealed.

His attention shifted as the crowd seemed to part, almost instinctively, making way for a woman. She was unlike anyone he had seen before-a striking brunette in an elegant crimson gown that clung to her figure with an effortless grace. Her presence commanded attention, yet there was an air of mystery about her, as though she belonged to the shadows rather than the glitz of this room. Andrew couldn't help but notice how the light played against the soft curve of her shoulders, how her gaze, though sharp, darted around the room with purpose.

"Who's that?" he asked, turning to his older brother, Richard, who was deep in conversation with a senator.

Richard followed his gaze and raised an eyebrow. "Ah, Sophia Russo. New to the scene, I believe. Italian family. I heard they're connected to the luxury trade, or something like that."

Andrew tilted his head, intrigued. "Or something like that?"

Richard shrugged. "Who knows? These people come and go. Anyway, stay focused tonight. There are people here you need to meet."

But Andrew's focus had already shifted. Something about Sophia's presence seemed almost deliberate, as if she had walked into the room with a purpose far greater than mingling.

Sophia Russo moved through the crowd with practiced elegance, offering polite smiles and nods, though her mind was far from the pleasantries of the evening. Every step, every glance, was calculated. Beneath the layers of crimson silk and jewels, she carried a secret, one that she knew could unravel everything if mishandled.

Her father's instructions rang in her ears: "Do what you must. But don't get caught."

Sophia's eyes scanned the room until they landed on her target-a portly man in his sixties, chatting animatedly with a group of donors near the bar. He was one of her father's informants, a man who had proven both useful and careless in equal measure. Her task tonight was simple: retrieve the sensitive information he had promised without drawing attention to herself.

As she approached, the man glanced up and gave her a knowing smile. "Sophia," he said, his tone warm but laced with unease. "What a pleasant surprise."

"Mr. Clarke," she replied, her accent soft but deliberate. "I wasn't sure I'd find you here tonight."

He gestured to the empty space beside him. "Always a pleasure to support a good cause."

She leaned in slightly, lowering her voice. "Have you brought what we discussed?"

Clarke's smile faltered for a moment before he reached into his pocket, producing a slim USB drive. "This is all of it. Tell your father I've done my part."

Sophia slipped the drive into her clutch with a practiced motion, her expression never wavering. "You've done well. Let's hope this is enough to keep him... satisfied."

Before Clarke could respond, a familiar voice interrupted them.

"Sophia, isn't it?" Andrew's voice was warm, curious, and just a touch disarming. He appeared at her side, holding two glasses of champagne.

Sophia's heart skipped, but her expression remained composed as she turned to face him. "Yes," she said smoothly, accepting the glass he offered. "And you must be Andrew Remington."

He smiled. "Caught me. I couldn't help but notice you from across the room. You seem to have everyone captivated."

Sophia's lips curved into a smile, though her mind raced. She needed to divert his attention-quickly. "The attention is all yours tonight, isn't it? The host of such a magnificent event."

"Ah, but you're the one turning heads," he replied, his tone easy. "And yet, you seem... out of place."

Sophia tilted her head, feigning curiosity. "Out of place?"

"I mean that as a compliment," Andrew clarified. "You don't seem like someone who's here to trade business cards and flatter senators."

She chuckled, a soft, practiced sound. "Perhaps I'm here for the art of conversation."

"Well, then," he said, raising his glass. "Let's make the most of it."

As they talked, Sophia carefully steered the conversation, keeping Andrew engaged while mentally tracking Clarke's movements. She needed to make her next move, but Andrew's presence complicated matters. He was charming, magnetic even, and far too observant for her comfort.

Across the room, Evelyn Remington watched the exchange from a distance. She sipped her wine thoughtfully, her sharp eyes taking in every detail. Sophia Russo had caught her attention the moment she walked in, not because of her beauty, but because of the way she moved-like someone who didn't want to be noticed but couldn't avoid it.

Evelyn leaned toward Philip, her husband, and murmured, "Do you know anything about that woman Andrew is talking to?"

Philip glanced over briefly. "The Italian? I believe Richard mentioned her earlier. Russo family. Something about luxury goods."

Evelyn's gaze lingered on Sophia. "I don't trust her."

Philip chuckled softly. "You don't trust anyone."

"That's because I've learned not to," she replied, her tone firm. "She's hiding something."

As the evening wore on, Sophia finally saw her chance. While Andrew stepped away to greet a guest, she slipped through the crowd and into a quiet corridor. Her heels clicked softly against the marble floor as she reached a side room where Clarke had told her the backup documents were hidden.

Inside, she moved swiftly, her hands steady as she located the folder and tucked it into her clutch. She was nearly finished when a voice startled her.

"Sophia?"

She turned quickly, her breath catching. Andrew stood in the doorway, his brow furrowed.

"I thought I lost you for a moment," he said, stepping inside.

Sophia forced a smile, shifting her clutch slightly behind her back. "Just needed a moment to breathe. It's so crowded out there."

Andrew studied her, a flicker of suspicion crossing his face before it vanished. "You're full of surprises."

"You have no idea," she replied lightly, brushing past him and returning to the party.

As Andrew followed her, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Sophia than met the eye. And for the first time in years, he felt a spark of intrigue he couldn't ignore.

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THE MAFIA IN-LAWS
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Chapter 1 The Gala

25/01/2025

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Chapter 2 The Proposal

25/01/2025

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Chapter 3 Matteo's Plans

25/01/2025

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Chapter 4 Evelyn's Suspicions

25/01/2025

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Chapter 5 Sophia's Internal Struggle

25/01/2025

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Chapter 6 Matteo's Hidden Agenda

25/01/2025

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Chapter 7 Andrew Begins to Notice Discrepancies

25/01/2025

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Chapter 8 Dante Russo as a Threat

25/01/2025

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Chapter 9 Sophia Receives a Threatening Message

25/01/2025

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Chapter 10 Evelyn Uncovers Subtle Hints of the Russos' Criminal Connections

25/01/2025

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Chapter 11 Evelyn Confronts Sophia About Her Suspicions

06/02/2025

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Chapter 12 Andrew Begins Questioning Sophia's Loyalty

06/02/2025

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Chapter 13 Andrew Secretly Begins Investigating Sophia's Past

07/02/2025

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Chapter 14 Sophia Is Caught Between Matteo's Demands and Her Love for Andrew

07/02/2025

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Chapter 15 Andrew Starts Connecting the Dots and Uncovers Matteo's Real Plan

08/02/2025

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Chapter 16 Sophia Is Forced to Make a Choice Between Her Father and Andrew

08/02/2025

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Chapter 17 Matteo Declares War on the Remingtons

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Chapter 18 Dante Is Forced to Choose a Side

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Chapter 19 The Remingtons and Dante Prepare to Strike First

09/02/2025

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Chapter 20 The Attack on Matteo's Estate Begins

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Chapter 21 The Power Struggle Begins

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Chapter 22 Carlo's Counterattack

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Chapter 23 The Rescue Mission Begins

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Chapter 24 Picking Up the Pieces

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Chapter 25 Ghosts of the Past

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Chapter 26 The Shadow in the Dark

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Chapter 27 The Battle for Control

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Chapter 28 The Assassin Arrives

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Chapter 29 The Assassin's Gambit

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Chapter 30 Setting the Trap for Isabella

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Chapter 31 Isabella's True Agenda Revealed

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Chapter 32 The Hunt for Isabella Begins

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Chapter 33 The Trap Closes

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Chapter 34 The Final Loose Ends

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Chapter 35 The Last Russo Rises

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Chapter 36 The Council Declares War

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Chapter 37 The First Kill

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Chapter 38 The Council's Retaliation

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Chapter 39 The Blood War Begins

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Chapter 40 The Assassin Sent for Sophia

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