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92: A long life grudge
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The Mafia's Stolen Bride 93: Just keep her alive
Aleksei Petrov entered the room with an uncharacteristic air of levity, drawing attention from the rest of us. He began pulling out cigars, a rare smile gracing his face. "What's the occasion?" Miguel asked, eagerly accepting one of the cigars. "I have news," Aleksei replied, his voice carrying a hint of excitement. Dominick shook his head, offering me a knowing smile. "Does this mean you and your lovely bride are expecting?" "I found out about that at the wedding," Aleksei chuckled softly to himself as he made his way to the bar, preparing our usual drinks for our alliance meetings. "She gave birth a week ago." "Don't keep us in suspense," I interjected, trying to inject some light-heartedness into the conversation. It was hard to believe that eight months had passed since the Russian situation unfolded. We were the Sons of Darkness, heirs to our fathers' various mafia empires. Over the course of our eighteen months together, we had become friends, strengthening our powerful rea
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 94: Falling hard for
The partnership we had forged over the past two years had proven successful. "I have another idea that I'd like to propose, something for everyone to consider," I carefully voiced my thoughts. Dominick raised an intrigued eyebrow, leaning in closer. "We're all ears. What's on your mind?" It was an unconventional approach, no doubt about it. But it held immense power, capable of securing our control over the entire country, including all the ports within the continental United States. The smaller cartels would never be able to challenge our authority again. Yet, with such significant change came inherent risks. We would become bigger targets, facing a new regime and a fresh generation of adversaries. The possibilities were boundless. And for the first time in years, I felt a spark of excitement for the future, but only if a certain vibrant and spirited woman remained by my side. Against all reason, she was the one I was already falling hard for. The hunt was underway. I had been
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 95: Nothing but a monster
"And you're damn well aware that nobody in my organization had anything to do with that kid's death. It's not our style," he retorted, his voice filled with defiance. He hesitated, eyeing my open jacket with a glare. "As if you have a style. Christ. Did you come here to kill me? That's ballsy, even for a monster like you." I took a deep breath, considering my response carefully. "I suggest you allow me inside, David, unless you want your neighbors to overhear our conversation. Especially since I suspect you're a corrupt agent," I replied, a hint of amusement lacing my words. When he hesitated, I chuckled softly. "Fuck you. I'm not corrupt," he shot back. "Not what I've heard. And if I wanted you dead, Agent Fiennes, your body would already be in the morgue," I countered, my tone dripping with a cold and calculated confidence. Hissing, he reluctantly opened the door wider, granting me entry into his humble abode. His house was far from extravagant; the sparse furniture appeared worn
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 96: Very much alone
Death had been a constant presence in my life since I was a child. I witnessed my father's brutal enforcement of justice, executing one of his own men in cold blood. The nauseating feeling in my stomach that day was etched into my memory, a stark reminder of my father's power and influence. Loss had plagued my family, almost tearing my parents apart years ago. And now, faced with the possibility of Emily's death, I realized how unaccustomed I was to such emotions. I had built walls around my heart, refusing to let anyone in, keeping relationships distant. It was the way my family operated, maintaining control and isolation. Loneliness had become my companion. My father had drilled into me the importance of detachment. If I didn't care about anyone, I wouldn't experience the pain of loss. We were forbidden from having pets in our household, and laughter was a rare occurrence. Holidays were marked by my mother's tears, and my father's absence from our lives was a constant reminder of
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 97: Fallen
"I... Of course, boss. Where are you heading?" Angelo inquired, his voice tinged with curiosity. "Out of town. It should only take a day. Just ensure that the operations on the streets are running smoothly. Do you understand?" I spoke with a mix of determination and doubt, already questioning my decision regarding Victor. Heads would roll for his incompetence. I trusted Angelo to follow my orders, although I knew questions would arise in such a short amount of time. I had less than twenty-four hours before chaos erupted. All I could do now was embark on the nearly three-hour trip to Galena. I had purchased a secluded cabin there years ago, a hidden sanctuary where no one would suspect my presence. Not even my father knew its exact location. He had taught me the importance of having a getaway, and I had carefully chosen this cabin without physically visiting it. In the rare moments I had spent there, I had found a semblance of peace amidst the serenity. Safety was always a concern, a
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 98: Shields of Steel
EMILY Dread filled every fiber of my being, escalating with each passing moment. The presence of an unidentified and potentially dangerous entity outside had instilled a profound and all-encompassing fear within me. The arduous journey to the cabin, fraught with treacherous snow and ice, had been distressing, but at least Dante had proven himself to be kind and communicative. However, throughout the entire trip, I had been plagued by worry, unable to relax, particularly because Dante kept glancing into the rearview mirror as if we were being pursued by monsters. It felt as though our lives were in imminent danger. And now this. My stomach churned, and my heart raced with the weight of the tragedy that might have unfolded, as well as the knowledge that Rafael had come searching for us. It was difficult to believe that he genuinely cared, considering how little I knew about him now. Since being forcefully taken from his house, my thoughts had been consumed by the enigmatic and rugge
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 99: Tragedy in past
"There are far too many missing pieces," Rafael remarked, walking toward the window and peering outside. He turned to Dante. "Are you certain you weren't followed?" "Not a chance," Dante replied. "You know, we could use her supposed death to our advantage." "Yes, we could," Rafael agreed, releasing his grip on my arm and gently brushing hair out of my eyes. "I was sick when your father told me what he believed had happened. I had no way of knowing if you'd betrayed me." "You automatically assume I'm a traitor, Rafael? Do you have no one you can trust?" My words hung in the air, creating an uncomfortable silence. "I've survived by considering every aspect of a situation," he casually replied. It was clear that he had little trust in anyone. I took a closer look at Dante's wound, relieved to see that it was only a minor graze. "I wouldn't betray you, Rafael. I came to you for help because I trust you with my life. And my heart." The words slipped out unexpectedly. Ever since he had
The Mafia's Stolen Bride 100: Until I found you
Rafael's lips curled into a faint smile as he recounted the conversation with his father. "He told me that one day, as the firstborn son, I would inherit the responsibility he carried. He believed in my ability to protect those I cared about. At the time, I was too young to fully comprehend his words, but in that moment, I felt like I was on top of the world, as if my father was telling me I was special." His voice carried a tinge of sadness, and tears welled up in my eyes. "I'm... sorry," I murmured. "There's no need to apologize. That night marked the beginning of my journey into adulthood. He also warned me to be cautious in choosing whom to trust, as caring for others came with risks." "That's a terrible thing to tell a young boy," I said, my voice filled with empathy. Rafael raised an eyebrow. "Is it? He was preparing me for a life within the dark realm of a mafia family. After that day, I respected him even more." "Why are you sharing this with me?" I mustered the courage to
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