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n-command discussing strategies for dealing with the Saconne family in one of the rooms in the

n engaged in war with the Saconne family, also one of the five. It started after the Don of the Saconne died, leaving

ing with all five Dons. Everything was going well with each family minding their business and staying on their si

his unknown person in selling drugs on the Romano territory. We were not happy. This was blatant disresp

a clear declaration of war. It wasn't until five months ago that we discovered the identity beh

was furious. Before Tommy's father died, our families had bee

gs the five Dons normally had. There was no ruler among the five families. The remaining three, the A

two of theirs for every warehouse they destroyed. It was clear that Tommy viewed my family as w

one with my two confidants, my second and third-in-command, Tony and Marcello. Two months ago, there had been a ceasefire period as we worked to strengthen our

my attention. Her hips swayed enticingly as she danced all alone for many songs. Tossing her golden-brown hair away from her face, I could see her brea

I knew she was interested in me. At first, I had only gone out that day to drink wi

ht skill set. After approaching her and asking for a dance, moving things from the club to her bedroom

ous moans and pleas for more had echoed through the four walls of her room, unable to be heard by anyone. It always sent a thrill running through my body e

t foolish of her to give her name to a random man

g, and one of my father's men entered the

you." He bowed his

and waved my hand

to talk to you about?" Marcello

didn't know why my father was summoning me, but I wa

ompany you?" Tony aske

arsi. There's no need for th

ee you tw

the spacious halls of my family home. As I got nearer to my father's study, I could hea

aited for my father to give

omodi,c

mall smile automatically appeared as I focused on the gray hairs that adorned

, he was known as 'Trigger-finger Luca' according to what I was told as a child. My father had been hot-headed and quick to anger in his youth, but now, he was calmer, although he still had the edge and sharpness of a demon. I could always see it in his eyes.I loved my father with all my heart. I never met my

er occupant in the room. My whole

father called

ponded in our

What happened? Why was my father angry? A

front of me with her golden-brown hair shining brightly under the light and her sea-green eyes also staring at me in unconcealed shock was Aryana herself. The woman I slept with two months ago.

My father's angry-filled voice c

h a mixture of anger and disappointment which sent a pang through my heart. I never liked my father being disa

I asked, unable to s

at me. For a moment, I could see that demon's edge in his ey

ioc

ed as he call

ow-level mistake, especially

ooking uncomfortable. I couldn't find it within myself to feel sorry for her

his is her fault. You're t

deal with whom I slept with. My father had never had an issue with it, so why was it suddenly a

ou think of our situation before committing suc

of the woman, who had caused whatever this was. Granted that I had never seen my father this disappointed and angry a

ont of an outsider?" I asked through gritted teeth, s

utsider for much longer.

ean?" I turned my attention to Ary

do not and will not care about whomever you sleep with as long as they w

ed on me. Trepidation ran up my spine as the implica

figuring it out before he opened his mouth

regnant,

Aryana, and I did the only thing I

an