Page 3 of Mafia Wedding

"And that's why the majority of us has come into a decision—-"

Papou sputters in outrage. "You've all casted your votes without me?"

But Helene acts like she hasn't heard a word from him. "Every family that is a member of this organization has been asked to present their most eligible sons."

My grandfather surges to his feet. "What the hell?"

"Bailey must find a husband among our kind within the day—-"

"Are you out of your mind?" Papou bellows.

Helene only smiles coldly at this. "You can choose her husband for her. Or let Kayra make the choice or even Bailey herself, if you are the type to leave such decisions to one so young. We don't care how you do it as long as she's married before sundown."

Eye for an eye

STRAKH.

While the word translated to 'fear' in English, the past several years had seen the Russian term turn into a symbol of hope for hapless victims around the world. People that had been abandoned or betrayed by their own flesh and blood. People that even the most powerful governments hadn't been able to save. These people would not be alive today...if not for them.

Strakh Incorporated.

A faceless entity that no one had been able to unmask, a secret organization made up of tech-savvy Robin Hoods who were relentless in their pursuit of justice.

Strakh Inc. had been known to show mercy to those who deserved a second chance, but they were just as feared for being monstrously ruthless when on a quest to destroy their targets.

Fan fiction inspired by Strakh Inc. had been steadily on the rise, and while their most devoted and romantic of fans loved to think of them as a brotherhood of billionaires who were Batman, Christian Grey, and John Wick all rolled into one—-

None of them really believed this to be true...even though it was.

SHEENA WAS NERVOUS.

This was her first time to attend a meeting of Strakh, and it was just one of those surreal moments in life where truth did seem stranger than fiction. Nobody would ever guess that it was the Devil and his friends behind Strakh Incorporated, and things became even more surreal as she listened to Tahey, the only other female member of the group, outline their newest mission with a series of slides.

"These guys use cryptocurrency scams to lure people into debt."

Click.

"This is the amount of money they've already stolen from their victims."

Click.

"The worst thing about this scheme is when would-be victims fit a particular profile: attractive females below forty years old, credit rating below 500, and no known immediate relatives that could stir up trouble."

Click.

"These women are invited to special investor meetings where they're then drugged, abducted, and sold off to the highest bidder."

The meeting went on a quick break when Stelios excused himself to take a call, and upon the Greek billionaire's return—-

"You're getting what?"

"Married," Stelios drawled. "I haven't tried it personally, but I hear it has the phenomenal ability to expose a man's deepest secrets...like actually having dimples."

Sheena blinked.

Did Stelios just say...dimples?

The Devil had once told her that Stelios had the most twisted sense of humor among them, and Sheena did find it rather hard to tell if the other man was being serious or not. But when she glanced at Tahey and saw how the other girl was suddenly busy avoiding her husband's gaze—-

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