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Thirty-One
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Alessandro’s POV“You sound like you wouldn’t mind beating him into a pulp,” Yoda laughed. “Possessive much, eh?”“He knows she’s mine. Why the hell would he be hanging around her and trying to woo her under my roof for that matter?” Alessandro frowned.“You know why, Alessandro. It was one of the reasons I was surprised you allowed them to stay here given the history they have with your wife. Mike has nothing stopping him especially if he’s got eyes on her for a while.” Yoda replied. “Sometimes, I wonder if you’re my best friend or biggest opposition.” Alessandro glared dagger at Yoda. “It wouldn’t hurt to be on my side just this once.”“I told you before, Alessandro. I always play neutral. Besides, if I don’t tell you the truth, who will?” “It doesn’t have to be that way and you know it.” “You should be concerned about why Mike is still up in your business till now. If he hasn’t gotten the memo, it’s because you haven’t been serious about it and now, you have Maya barging into yo
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For some reason which was later revealed to be infatuation, Maya abhorred the sight of Alessandro and Gianna together. The husband always tried to woo Gianna, while the wife started trying to seduce Alessandro, who everyone saw as her father.I was waiting for Alessandro to make his way downstairs. I’d been waiting at the dinner table for an hour now and there was no sign of him.I’d walked in on Maya running her hands over Alessandro’s body in a seductive manner. It wasn't until I cleared my throat that they realized there was someone else in the room. I didn’t know what to make of it and I’d been on my way to tell Alessandro that I couldn’t stay under the same roof with Mike anymore. I’d taken several days of harassment from him and it was becoming unbearable and I couldn’t do it any longer. Despite my warnings and harsh words, Mike didn’t relent in trying to win me back much to my chagrin. Every time I tried to talk to Maya about her husband’s excesses, she wouldn’t give me the
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The air was hot and damp, filled with dust and noise. I quickly crossed the express road leaving the honking from the cars littered on the expressway behind. There was a rapid traffic flow of cars on the expressway and people walking fast trying to cross before the traffic eased up. There was constant honking and swerving around the sluggish drivers, the walking people shouted and dodged the car before they got hit. This was Los Angeles at its finest.I averted my gaze back to the sight in front of me and walked briskly for about ten minutes before coming to a stop. Sometimes a car would slow down and a boy would emerge from the shadows towards the driver's window. A short conversation would ensure that money and goods would change hands within the blink of an eye. Then the boy would retreat back into the shadows and wait for the next car to pull up. I waited and watched the same procedure happen over and over again, my eyes had grown accustomed to the darkness and I could see the nu
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I sat in the car sheathed in the dark as I watched them through my binoculars, he was the same guy that drove the Saints, if he was here then my assumptions were right. I lifted the binoculars again as I watched the man in a black hoodie and jean stroll to and fro across the entire length of the house. I had a clear view of the front door. The man walked up the stairs to the door. His eyes were glued to the phone in his hand. A white cable led to ear buds which were hiding in the hoodie. The man paused at the door as he knocked twice before the door was flung ajar, giving me a little glimpse of the grainy view of the interior decor. The security was loose. I would bet the security cameras weren't working. I threw down my binoculars and opened the dashboard and pulled out the Steyr GB. Alessandro didn’t like me doing this but I forced him to give me his word and he did. Although he had assisted by making everything easier for me by providing the necessary assistance and support I w
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I flung the case straight at Donald, making sure his forehead took the most damage before retrieving my gun beneath my coat and taking out the rest with a single shot straight to the heart. I knew I was lucky these men were amateurs. Maybe luck was on my side today.I could hear sobbing coming from behind as I forced the door open. My heart ripped into shreds as I saw them caked in the dirt with their hands bound and their mouths gagged, fear evident in their eyes.I rushed towards them untangling the ropes that held them.Antonio had lied to me. My goods weren’t here. "I need you all to get the hell out of here and don’t tell anyone what you saw here today. Do you understand me?” I said, my voice menacing. The memories of the past came flooding in, I could only hope I kept my promise this time. I turned the faucet in the bathroom on and lifted the shiny knob, the shower spraying water down on them before leaving them to change their clothes. I rummaged through the drawers placed i
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True to his words, Alessandro took over the entire operation and spearheaded the subtle attacks on my father’s mafia to weaken his hold over it, making him prone to attacks and coups which I would be leading when the time was right. Alessandro called for a meeting to plan the order of attacks on my father’s mafia. The limo took the right corner as it came up on Paparazzi Street. My heart beat out a dull rhythm as I caught sight of the high-rise building where I would be walking in a matter of minutes. I told Alessandro that I would be safe going in on my own but he had insisted on making sure nothing went wrong. In truth, I knew he didn't trust me any longer after the ordeal with Antonio and I had to regain his trust, he needed to know I wasn’t going to spiral out of control again, and to do that, I had to make a grand entrance and walk through the front door of the company with the security detail he arranged for me.It was the mafia’s policy not to let people without appointments
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Alessandro’s heist had been successful. I didn’t know how he managed it and he wouldn’t tell me either but he had nearly every single person working on the docks in his pockets. His men had barely done anything other than take the opium and engage in a small scuffle that lasted for about two minutes before my father’s men were overpowered and sent running away with their tails between their legs. I knew Alessandro wielded influence but it was only now that I was beginning to understand how powerful he was. “Are you sure my father wouldn’t know you’re behind this latest attack on his shipment?” I asked. We were seated in the dining room a few hours after returning from the docks. It was pretty late but we were both famished and the cook had been kind enough to cook something for us. “Why? Did you notice something out of the ordinary?” Alessandro asked as he put a slice of pizza in his mouth. “They wore your mafia colors, Alessandro, and you let the men escape. They’re going to te
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Alessandro’s POVMaking promises wasn’t my thing and I made it a habit not to let myself overindulge when it comes to situations like these but when I saw the dejected look on Gianna’s face, I couldn’t help myself but promise to always be there for her. I knew what it was like trying to make a name for yourself in a world like ours and I’d passed through great difficulties before I became who I was today so it was easy for me to resonate with how she felt. But I also knew that whatever I faced would be little compared to the tribulations that would come her way if she got her heart's desire. Never has it happened that a woman led a mafia and I was pretty certain that if it were up to a voting process, Gianna would still lose an election to her airhead of a brother despite everything she’s done for the mafia. Traditions were hard to break in the mafia and it took years, decades even, in some cases before certain laws were revisited and reversed. I could count on one finger the numbe
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Seven years laterIt’s been seven years of peace and our relations with everyone have prospered as well. There has been no war or reports of rebellions in any part of the jurisdiction that Yoda oversees and we have been living our best lives as well aside from the occasional attempts by people who wanted to harm us. The pact we made with Yoda seven years ago had proven to be a masterstroke. The starting had been extremely difficult seeing as Yoda wasn’t from the bloodline but as things went on, it became easier for Alessandro to teach Yoda the ropes and he had been extremely patient with Yoda until he became his own man. Jade had returned to her coven after completing her teachings and it had been a year since we saw her last. It was quite understandable, she had left a lot of things unattended to and they needed her now more than ever. The coven was growing and they needed a permanent high priestess. The most shocking thing that had happened in the past seven years was the marria
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The door opened once again and this time, Yoda walked in.“Am I interrupting something?” He asked.“No, not at all. I was only checking in on the Don.” The doctor said, “You also need to convince her to sleep, I pray you have better luck with that than I did.” As soon as the door closed, Yoda turned to face me.“You know the doctor is right, yes?” “I’m tired of hearing that, Yoda.” I sighed. “I’ll have peace of mind when he’s back with us, not before.” “You’re just as stubborn as he is.” Yoda shook his head. “Is that a compliment or..?” I trailed off, hoping he would provide the answers. “It depends on what perspective you’re seeing it from.” Yoda shrugged. “Do you think he’s going to come out of this?” I asked, my eyes finding Alessandro. “I’m going to tell you something, Gianna. I’m not sure he’s told you yet but Alessandro relinquished his position in this mafia a while ago.”I stared at him like he’d gone mad. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” “No, I’m not. He handed everythi
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I was consumed by fear and an even greater desire to figure out what the hell was going on with Alessandro. It’s been weeks since the decimation of Syrius and I was supposed to have the best time of my life at this point. I had been working hard to pick up the pieces of the rubble the scuffle left behind. It was over now, our enemies and anyone who might have wanted to stand against us, their prestige, and honor were in the dirt now. Everyone was begging to swear fealty to the mafia. Life couldn’t have gone any better or so I thought. I had to face the backlash head-on, I had everything to lose and nothing to gain if I didn’t figure out what was wrong with Alessandro. Thankfully, our child had been drugged with sleeping pills throughout, so he wasn't traumatized and the doctors had cleared him a few days after I was discharged but Alessandro’s case was proving to be quite difficult. It was expected that defeat would come at a huge price and seeing Alessandro lying unconscious in h
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“You should’ve stayed hidden, Syrius. What the fuck do you want?” “Careful, Gianna. I enjoy you but be careful. The Syrius you once knew is gone and I don’t play around anymore.” I paused and weighed my options. I didn’t want to rile him up, he held all the chips and I had nothing. “Where’s my son?” I asked. “He’s safe.” Syrius replied. “He has no part in whatever revenge plot you have, you need to let him go and take me in his stead.” I said, trying to bargain. “I’ll make you a better offer, Gianna.” Syrius chuckled. I didn't want to hear anything he had to say but I had no choice.“And what could that be? All I want is my son. I’m not interested in bargaining for his life.” I reiterated. “I know Alessandro forces you into doing and if it weren’t for him, I’d have taken you from him all those years ago.” Syrius began. “You’re delusional if you—““I can’t stand seeing him happy and if you’ll be willing to cut ties to him, I’ll return your son to you and you’ll be by my side
Wanted By The Mafia King: Not Your Propery Don Lucien Ninety-Nine
I walked briskly into the large room, it was a typical, bleak coffee-stained room with dirty walls. The scent of sweat, cigarettes and musky cologne hung in the air like a chandelier, there were pictures on the wall which were some kind of modern art, the furniture looked plain, uncomfortable, leather and black. My eyes landed on a large man sitting at the center of the room. A long metal table with paper strewn across the surface, separated me from who I assumed to be the boss, he was flanked by men holding mean-looking guns, some I hadn't seen before in my life and that said a lot about the kind of people I was dealing with here. I took a close look at him as I approached the table, my gaze wary as it darted from face to face trying to pick up a hint. The skin on his body looked like grade-three sandpaper, the consistency was unreal. He lifted his face and pushed away his bowl of cereal as he saw me coming towards him. His face was badly burnt, the hair on his head was charred an
Wanted By The Mafia King: Not Your Propery Don Lucien Ninety-Eight
Lying down on the raw concrete, I could feel the walls closing in around me. I felt the vicious pounding of my heart banging repeatedly against my ribcage.I shut my eyes tightly. I could still hear myself yelling their names over the cacophony of a billion shards of glass as my head slammed into the mirror. I couldn't bring myself to bask in the pain I felt. I had little to no time to do what these men wanted or my son would be dead. Instinctively, I touched where a shard of glass had cut me. The wound had been bandaged expertly. I had to give it to them, they had thought everything through before they made their first attack. I was like a recruit thrust into the heat of a raging war, I needed to find a safe place before I was blown to bits out here in the open.I groaned as I struggled to sit up, I had no idea on how I got here but I didn't care about that right now. I had more important things to worry about, I needed to be up on my feet, thinking. I needed my brain working overt
Wanted By The Mafia King: Not Your Propery Don Lucien Ninety-Seven
I had lost my touch. That's what happens when you become docile after years of being on guard."Do exactly what I say or you die." I could feel my heart racing despite my best attempts to compose myself.I knew I was walking into a trap but I had no choice. I wasn’t entirely sure that the letter came from Syrius, maybe it was only a silly joke being played by some crazy maniac but what I was certain of was that whoever sent the letter had my son and I was willing to do anything to get my child back. The accent was masculine and Eastern European. There was no quake or tremor in the man's voice. His tone sounded calm and detailed. This was no hoax, if I went out of line, I would die.I tried to remember if either Alessandro or myself had any issues with any mafia from that part of the world but I couldn’t come up with anything. "What do you want?"I asked fearfully as the cold steel of his gun pressed into the small of my back.I needed a distraction. My first instinct was to lean
Wanted By The Mafia King: Not Your Propery Don Lucien Ninety-Six
I felt dejected as I searched each room hoping to find him in there but I knew the truth, he was gone and I had no idea where he had gone to. The wardrobe was empty as well, he had packed his bags and he was probably halfway across the world for all she could know. Despite sitting in our room for hours, I knew I missed him and I could feel the tears stinging the back of my eyes. This wasn’t how I had envisaged my life a few weeks and it hurt now that I was faced with this shitty reality. Our first conversation after he’d been discharged from the hospital didn’t go too well. I couldn’t stop myself from blaming him for the disappearance of our son. I categorically told him that I believed our son was kidnapped because of the ties he has to him and the mafia. Alessandro had tried to reason with me but I didn’t want to hear any of it, all I wanted was my son. My phone rang and I retrieved it from my pocket, it was Tiffany. She had promised to call back after a couple of hours.“Hey
Wanted By The Mafia King: Not Your Propery Don Lucien Ninety-Five
I had lost my touch. That's what happens when you become docile after years of being on guard."Do exactly what I say or you die." I could feel my heart racing despite my best attempts to compose myself.I knew I was walking into a trap but I had no choice. I wasn’t entirely sure that the letter came from Syrius, maybe it was only a silly joke being played by some crazy maniac but what I was certain of was that whoever sent the letter had my son and I was willing to do anything to get my child back. The accent was masculine and Eastern European. There was no quake or tremor in the man's voice. His tone sounded calm and detailed. This was no hoax, if I went out of line, I would die.I tried to remember if either Alessandro or myself had any issues with any mafia from that part of the world but I couldn’t come up with anything. "What do you want?"I asked fearfully as the cold steel of his gun pressed into the small of my back.I needed a distraction. My first instinct was to lean
