• vingt| irish mafia •

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A/N: i don't know where i'm going with this... like literally! i had a plan and model but it went sideways when i forgot the irish mafia shot up the cortese's gala. anyways....
!!! back to the story !!!!

WAIT !!!! ONE LAST THING!!!!
!!!! expect some smut in this chapter !!!

I was sitting in conference room 2, my older brother Gunner next to me as half of Alejandro's mafia sat in front of us

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I was sitting in conference room 2, my older brother Gunner next to me as half of Alejandro's mafia sat in front of us. The older man was glaring holes at me, practically staring into my soul as Damien tightened his hold on my hand.

"What's the situation with the Irish's?" I asked with a raised eyebrow as Alejandro crossed his arms over his chest.

Shrugging off my grey suit jacket, my long-sleeve white corset-style tee contrasted against my skin as Damien adjusted himself in his seat.

"You okay?" I whispered to him as his cheeks turned a bright shade of red

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"You okay?" I whispered to him as his cheeks turned a bright shade of red. His eyes travelled towards his lap as I bite the inside of my cheek to not laugh.

Guess he needs another cold shower.

"Cillian Byrne's son, Alfonso Byrne, has taken over the Irish mafia. He's been wanting revenge after one of your own killed his father."

"Because he went after the mayor's daughter." Gunner stated while arranging the cuffs on his black suit. We all dressed professionally.

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