The third story in the 'Mafia' series "Adalina, who was that man?" Iosif asked, possesivly. "It's not really of your concern, Isoif." I replied standing, only reaching below his collar bones. "You see, Adalina, it is my concern." He replied and I arched an eyebrow. "Because," He began sliding an arm around my waist. He pulled me into him and I gasped. "I want you to be mine." He added before taking my lips in a bruising kiss. Nikolai and Emma had two children, their son Isaac, and their daughter, Adalina. Adalina is exactly how her mother was in her youth, kind, stubborn, and moody. She wants to stay away from men until she turns nineteen so history doesn't repeat itself, until she meets her fathers new man, Iosif. Isoif is one of Nikolai's new recruited men. Isoif just wants to be one of the most trusted men to his boss, but he meets Adalina, and of course plans change. He can't keep himself from her and she can't keep herself from him.

"I am so sorry I'm late." My red woolly hair flopped onto my face and I huff, throwing my bag on the chair to put it up. I haven't noticed the prisoner yet as I pull down my black pencil skirt that stuck to my hips a little too tight due to the shrinkage in the washing machine. "This. . . is my therapist?" A deep mocking voice came and I cleared my throat, finally meeting the seemingly Black eyes of Prisoner 409. My breath catches in my throat as a slow smirk grazes his face. The handcuffs remained stuck to his hand as he slowly rubbed his bare chin. "Behave 4-0-9" The prison guard slapped the table before leaving and I was still frozen. "Why wouldn't I? Chocolate just happens to be my favorite flavor."