Novel & Cerita 5 Mafia Brothers And Their Lost Princess

I turn her around and find the worry that is reflected in her eyes, “What is it that you wish to do?” “Well, this might sound rather messed up, but in a way, I wish to live up to the legacy of the Cummings Crime Family.” Then she pauses for a brief while. “My dad was the best damn arms smuggler that you could find.” “That I do not doubt for one second.” And with that, the choice is being made, even though I wish not for it to be, it is done and said. “Princess, then you shall take your rightful place at the top where you are supposed to be.”

“The way I see it, this can only end in two ways: heartbreak or death. And I swear to God, if you end up getting my sister killed, there won’t be a corner of this world where I won’t hunt you down and make you pay.” Huh. Maybe there’s a little bit of a Mafia princess in her, after all. “I’m not going to hurt her,” I vow firmly. “I would never deliberately hurt her.” “Deliberately,” Alessandra scoffs. “Can you understand why that isn’t good enough? I don’t understand how either of you think this is going to work. Sooner or later, one of you is destined to die. And honestly? I’d prefer it if it were you.”

I asked in their face. “Yes mafia princess, please spare us” “Hm “I thought. “We’ll do anything,” one said pleading with tears in his eyes. That’s when an idea struck me. If they’re from the American mafia then they should know all the plans and tactics that the big bosses use. They would be of great help to us and then we can kill them off. “What are you guys name?” I asked. “Wyatt” “Jamey” “Keith” “Mackison”

the guy said "A mafia farewell," Dad said "Yes since Matteo is the head of the Spanish mafia and you are the head of the Italian Mafia Rosemary will get a mafia farewell. It's where all the mafia leaders and their families come. We haven't done it in a while but I think today we all need this," the guy said I looked around to see many mafia leaders standing near their cars and many guards around all of them "Thank you," I said and everyone nodded their heads "We also set up a parameter so that the media will not be heard or seen while we bury the mafia princess," the guy said

{ Judas } Another day, another bullshit mafia party I have to attend to. I maybe wouldn't hate them as much if it weren't for the fact that I have to attend these parties accompanied by my whole family; my parents and six of my brothers, which makes any party instantly lame and boring.

My brother lay in a growing pool of red, his chest shuddering once, twice, then still. Giovanni brushed his suit jacket, wiping Jack’s blood from his collar like it was a speck of dust. His grin returned, wider, crueler. “And there ends the story of the unworthy heir.” A sound tore from my throat—half snarl, half roar. I didn’t recognize it as mine until I realized my fists were bleeding from where I’d slammed them into the table. “You killed my brother.” Giovanni tilted his head, feigning innocence. “Correction, Kraven. He killed himself the moment he betrayed you as the Mafia's law implies that no one betrays his own brother or else will be killed. I just accelerated the process.”

My men yelled at me and we instantly retreated, while still pointing a gun at him and his men, we ran to our car and drove off at a high speed. "Khloe, you are a mad woman," Diego said as he tried to catch his breath. I bursted into laughter at the way he struggled to breathe. "And you are a woman, why were you so scared, Diego?" I said to him as I unwrapped my arm. "Because Uncle said we shouldn't go after the diamond, remember it's theirs - we stole from them twice!" Diego said, referring to my father. My father, the former head of the Italian Mafia group, had handed me the title of Queen of the Mafias. Of course, he wouldn't like me going after the diamonds, but they belonged to my late m

Quickly I grabbed my phone and placed a call to Nathan. The phone rang for minutes before I heard a voice, “Aria? Where have you been? I’ve been calling…” “Nathan…” My voice broke. “I need help. Please. My father… the mafia… they came. They’re forcing me to…” He exhaled sharply. “Aria, listen… things are bad everywhere. My parents are in debt too. Everyone is. That new IMF system destroyed everything. Loans, interests, taxes, people can’t breathe.” I pressed a hand to my forehead, dizzy.

But it was like they’d vanished off the face of the earth. No trace. No leads. “Maybe they left the country,” Lorenzo said, his voice full of despair. “Maybe they’re in Europe, or South America…” “No.” I stared out at the Chicago skyline. “They’re still here. I can feel it.” But a feeling wasn’t a lead. Our money was running out. The estate was sold. We moved into a small apartment. Lorenzo sold his last Rolex. I pawned the ring my father left me. The great Moretti brothers. Living worse than the people we used to rule.

“I’ve been expecting your call.” Tristan. The man my father once wanted me to marry. The son of a powerful ally, raised in the same dark world I was. We’d known each other since we were kids—but we were never friends. If it were up to me, nemesis would’ve been a better word for Tristan. Still, I always knew—out of all the men in New York’s mafia circles, he was the only one who could match me. Maybe even outmatch me. So just this once, I chose to trust my father’s judgment. And put my faith in the man I used to call my enemy.