Forever Bound To The Mafia Lord

Heartbreak Billionaire: He Should Never Have Let Go

Devlen Giovannucci

Sunlit hours found their affection glimmering, while moonlit nights ignited reckless desire. But when Brandon learned his beloved might last only half a year, he coolly handed Millie divorce papers, murmuring, "This is all for appearances; we'll get married again once she's calmed down." Millie, spine straight and cheeks dry, felt her pulse go hollow. The sham split grew permanent; she quietly ended their unborn child and stepped into a new beginning. Brandon unraveled, his car tearing down the street, unwilling to let go of the woman he'd discarded, pleading for her to look back just once.

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NORTHWEST ISLAND OF SICILY, ITALY, PALERMO CITY*

~~~BROADWAY BURLESQUE~~~

Broadway Burlesque, a popular club for mafias from all clans, was bustling with activity. The loud noise from the room was a testament to the fun everyone was having every night. Two cars stopped in front of the club, and a guard quickly opened the door before a cool leather shoe appeared. A handsome man around thirty years old emerged from the car, surrounded by his loyal men. He had a roll of weed between his lips, and his glare was as cold as ice. He didn't say anything to them; his expression was blank. He started going into the bar, and two men followed him, while the rest waited outside beside their car.

The bouncer at the door bowed respectfully before opening the door for him. He went in without sparing them a glance or acknowledging their greetings. His two closest men followed behind him. He is Alessandro DeSantos, the Italian number one mafia lord, respected and feared by many clans since his clan is the strongest.

Inside, the loud music and smell of whiskey and cigarettes filled the air. People were having fun, some publicly having sex, while others enjoyed themselves. All the people present looked dangerous, with tattoos and piercings. Alessandro went straight to the VIP lounge where senior mafias usually stayed. The staff and bartenders bowed their heads as he walked past them.

He finally entered a room where a man, Pedro, sat on a couch, surrounded by three naked girls. One was sucking his d**k, and the other two were playing with him. He kept grunting shamelessly, while strippers performed. Alessandro stared at Pedro with a blank look on his face, getting tired of the way Pedro wasn't saying anything.

"Like I expected, Godfather Marco sent you, can't he come himself?" Pedro asked.

"Can we start with the reason I am here?" Alessandro said calmly, his voice sounding attractive and dangerous at the same time.

"You are just like I hear, Godfather Marco must be really proud," Pedro said. Godfather Marco was actually the only person Alessandro respected in the whole world, he was like a father to him.

"You have two minutes left," Alessandro said again, he hates it when he keeps talking and this man is making him do just that, and he is already getting irritated by that.

"Okay, okay, calm down Alessandro," Pedro said, and he glared at him immediately.

"I mean Venom," Pedro corrected himself, no one dared call Alessandro by his name, he was called Venom.

"One minute remaining," he said, and Pedro nodded to one of his guards. The man came closer with a small briefcase. He opened it, and they saw drugs inside.

"Check it out," Alessandro said, and one of his men picked one up, he nodded after checking it.

"I thought we were trusting each other now, I can't sell fake stuff to you," Pedro said. A briefcase was dropped in front of him, and Pedro smiled after seeing the cash.

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