*Kace's POV*
It's dangerous. Dangerous to the point where my life may just give out on me one day. I know I should stop, but I can't. I'm a ruthless mafia leader and I won't stop until I have one thing. Or one person. My true love. Arīa. Arīa Barelli.
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Pacing around my office, trying to calm down my nerves from the pending news that's coming. I ran a hand through my hair, sighing heavily. My second in command knocked on the door.
"Come." was all I said and he walked in with a golden, yellow Manila folder.
"Here you go, sir," he said, while handing me the folder. I turned around and dismissed him. Looking down at the name, I smiled. It was my soon-to-be wife. Arīa Barelli.
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The Mafia's Forced Wife
RandomKace has always been one to hide what he felt from the world. It didn't help that his mother left him for some douchebag that claims to treat her better than my actual father does. My father had always made time for mother and I. I guess mother did...
