Getting married to a Mafia leader wasn’t something everyone desired. But fate had other plans. 

The Bevins was the strongest and scariest gang. However, when it came to love, they were the softest ever. 

What would happen when love and gang works collide? Would love to win or gang would always be the priority?

My mafia man

　　If betrayal had a face, that would definitely take the look of Byran Sine—handsome and friendly from outside, filled with a backstabbing personality inside.


　　"Why did you do this, Byran?" I was in the torture cell. I wanted to meet him for the last time before handing him to Everley. Sophie was already getting love from her.


　　"I am so sorry, Viana," he cried.


　　"Your sorry won't heal everything. If I didn't faint out of high fever that day, I would be lying dead. And you have the audacity to say sorry." I wanted to beat him to death, but I wasn't able to. He was my best friend. I loved him a lot. "I gave you everything. Yet, you wanted to ruin me because of your greed."


　　"You should've told me that you wanted to rule the gang, Byran. I would have happily handed it over to you. Why did you take the wrong route?"


　　I wiped my tears, which I didn't notice until I felt the alkaline taste over my lips.


CHAPTER 171