𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐧 : 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

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Hey My Beautiful Butterflies,

I'm so so so so so so happy today. What did you guys do yesterday? I mean trending number 1 in India? Crossed 100+ k overnight. I'm impressed guys, I haven't stopped crying since then.

Okay that's my dramatic soul saying. But I'm really really thankful to every single one of you. Please do keep loving like this.

I'm setting the target for next chapter a little high. 900+ votes and 600+ comments. I'm sure you guys will complete it ( karoge na ? 🥺 )

New characters are joining us today. Love them like you always do.

Now read and enjoy ❤️‍🩹

I'm the leader of the two most powerful mafias in the world. Being the boss of both the Italian and American Mafia, I have far more enemies than allies. Many people are out there thirsty for my blood and lusting after my throne. But not for a single second of my life have I worried about them. I didn't find those idiots important enough to waste my time worrying about them and the precious moments of my life.

But here I am, worried about my wife, who has been missing for the past hour and a half. This woman of mine is going to give me white hairs before I even reach the age of getting any.

I was in a meeting-a peace meeting between my Mafia and another small gang, to be precise-when I got a call from my little shit, I mean my little sister. And when I heard what she said, I had the urge to strangle something with my bare hands. I threw the gift that one of my fellow mafia leaders had brought as a token of gratitude before storming out of my office to drive toward the boutique where my sister and wife had gone.

I covered the thirty-minute drive in eight minutes because I was desperate to find my wife. Nevertheless, no one questioned my actions. I was passive toward the government and authorities unless they interfered with me.

Upon entering the boutique, I saw a bunch of idiots who were also my men. After sending Lina safely home, I checked the surveillance footage, which showed me how effortlessly my wife had passed in front of my men without giving them a moment to doubt her. I knew she had tried to escape from me. I didn't care unless she landed herself in trouble or someone dared to touch a single hair on her body.

I drove through the roads of the streets like a madman until one of my men informed me about her location by tracing the tracker I have put on her ring. I loved her and her privacy, but I'm not a fool to let her roam around when I had blood thirsty enemies waiting to attack me. I parked the car before getting out of it and walking through the dark alley with as much speed as I could with my heart running a marathon of its own. I felt desperate to see her and hold her in my arms. With each passing seconds the desperation only increased.

My entire men including Father and Damian along with all the armed forces in NYC were searching for her.

' Where are you, baby? ' I sighed as I couldn't find her.