Proteggere Mrs. Russo

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" you have one job..one damn job that is to protect my wife not one hair upon her precious little head better not be out of place" he demanded to the 20 suited man that stood surrounded him.

  " yes sir" the answered back very curious to see the wife of the Italian notorious drug lord.

   " Are you fucking serious mase i dont need protection" the African American Beauty came screaming into his office leaving everyone speechless.

   But making him smile he still remember meeting her even tho their meeting wasnt a happy start him finding her getting the life beating out of her here she stood stronger then before if not more beautiful.

    " bella silenzioso" Mason said while the 20 guards left out leaving them alone.

    Mason leaned back on his desk smirking at his wife eying her hungrily "striscia"( strip) he demanded
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   Who wouldve predicted them meeting him saving her..her changing him... with the the world weighing down on his shoulders and new enemies rising coming left field while he may he the notorious mafia king best and believe he would always protect mrs. Russo