**Under Review**
The world revolves around POWER.
Power brings the money.
Power brings the respect.
Power brings the control.
Power owns the people.
Dario Romano may have escaped death yet again but he is far from the clear. A blood war is on the...
"With all due respect Mrs.Romano, there isn't anything that you can offer me..well other than your body."
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"I'm here with a business proposal and you're thinking with your cock. Could you be any more cliché. All you men are the same, it's disappointing really."
"Hey, at least some of us still have our freedom. How is the ex mafia Don doing eh?" He chuckled.
"You're a fucking kid. You have no idea what you're doing-
"And you think I need the Romanos who lost their whole fucking legacy to help me? Be fucking for real bitch. You're only here because your foolish husband let you empire crumble and left you to fend for yourself. You need me, not the other way around. The fall of the Romano mafia was the best thing that could've happened for me. I'm on top now, with the main supplier on the market gone all I had to do was sweep in at the right time. I didn't even have to go looking for consumers. They came crawling to me."
"You're a real cocky bastard-
"You know what I am Mrs.Romano? I'm hard. I'm talking rock solid. My fucking cock is stretching my boxers. I'm starting to wonder how much longer my pants will hold-
"You're a pig." I spat disgusted.
"I want to fuck you." His blunt words caught me off guard but only for a second. I was stunned. No man has ever openly spoken to me that way in a long time. I suppose things really are different now that Dario is behind bars but still, he is bold as hell.
"How about you call one of the bitches I'm sure you have at your beck and call to please you instead. This meeting was a complete waste of time." I said heading for the door.
"Not entirely Kiara." He said making me stop in my tracks. I glanced over my shoulder to see him facing me. "I understand your predicament and almost sympathize with you, almost. Still, I can help a damsel in distress. I will aid you, if you suck me off right here." This man is serious and persistent.
"Fuck you." I sneered and left slamming the door in the process.
I don't like that Marcellous is responsible for putting the family back on track. I'm Dario's wife for crying out loud. I thought I could find a solution to help us get back on our feet and in the right company, the elites. Apparently the new Italian mafia is ran by none other than the disgusting ass Franco Rossi. I won't lie to takeover from the Romano family is a huge accomplishment especially for a mere 29year old. I would let that get to my head too if the roles were reversed. Still, it won't last. One way or another Franco Rossi will die. It's inevitable because he needs to be gone for us to regain control. There can only be one mafia on top and quite frankly Dario doesn't entertain seconds and thirds either. It's Romanos or nothing. The only question now is whether or not Franco will take his last breath before or after Dario is released.
