Novel & Cerita 5 Mafia Brothers And Their Lost Princess

The alcohol I’d consumed wasn’t helping. Cassio and Luca King. Mafia. Their father, Benito King, was one of the most feared men on the East Coast of the United States. And his sons weren’t far behind them. “Your mother is dead, Branka,” Cassio explained. “And your brother needs you back.” A soft gasp escaped my lips and I glanced at my best friend. She kept her expression masked, but I knew she cared. She wasn’t as close to her mother as I was to mine, but she loved her. The poor woman married a hard, cruel man and it broke her.

Don Julio said and I doubt it he believed the story. “The ordinary one broke out with his friend the scientist and the mafia lord retaliated and killed his family in a fire : parents and siblings because they wanted him to release the ledger which had everything in it. So the scientist and the ordinary man planned and abducted one of the mafia lord's twin daughters, wiped her memory and tried selling her off but the ordinary man said he would keep her because his wife had no child. They didn't end up well. The doctor died and one of the mafia lords found the ledger eventually.” “So what are their names?” Don Julio asked.

Why hide the fact that we were part of something so dangerous, so deadly? *The mafia.* I still couldn’t believe it. It felt like something out of a movie, something that happened to other people, not to me. But now that I knew, everything made sense. The whispers, the late-night phone calls, the tension that always seemed to hover around my dad and brothers. They were part of something I never wanted to be involved in. And now that I knew, I couldn’t just pretend like everything was normal.

I mumble. Finally, the pieces are coming together. Peter Barone was La Reina's brother. I was never supposed to marry La Reina; Bianca was supposed to marry her brother to ally. I was just my father's back up. Bianca knows more than she's letting on. I'm going to find out what that is.

Carlos may have been the snitch, but there were still loose ends to tie up, still scores to settle before they could rest easy. As the night wore on, the Beckham brothers remained ensconced in their private sanctuary, plotting their next move with ruthless efficiency. They may have been outnumbered and outgunned, but they were not about to let anyone stand in the way of their quest for justice. For they were the Beckham brothers, and they ruled the criminal underworld with an iron fist. And woe betide anyone who dared to cross them. **** “H-Help me!. She mumbled before she went limp in Luca’s hands. Luca held her tighter to prevent her from falling.

he threatened. " Story time little darling! Once upon a time there were two brothers, Logan and Jacob McCoy! Both born into the terrifying yet powerful world of mafia led by their family. Logan was the older one was definitely going to inherit the entire mafia but that definitely did not sit well with Jacob who found himself more capable of leading and was just a year younger, So he planned and married a woman of enemy mafia, swooning her in his love, creating a peace treaty between the two mafia. his decision so cunning, highlighted him in the eyes of his old man that he was now made the new mafia king and his older brother his servant.

"Ms. Manuela Iriz Ibañez, do you take Mr. Uno Juaquin Urquio to be your lawfully wedded husband, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?" The priest's words hung heavy, a prelude to a life irrevocably altered. Manuela, her heart a captive bird, knew this wasn't a choice, but a desperate gamble for her brother's freedom. A chilling bargain struck with the enigmatic Uno Juaquin Urquio, a mafia boss whose icy gaze held both danger and a strange, intoxicating allure.

I was in the living room, handling some work, and casually asked the smart assistant to play some music. "Alexa, play some jazz." "Sure. By the way, just a reminder—four days from now, at ten in the morning, you're scheduled to accompany Sienna to her prenatal checkup." My hand froze midair. My name is Victoria. And I'm not pregnant. Jonathan was walking out of the bathroom, towel-drying his hair. He saw the look on my face and pulled me into his arms. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" I casually darkened my phone screen and smiled. "Nothing. Just a little tired." Jonathan kissed my forehead, his eyes tender and full of love. "Go get some sleep. Don't miss your birthday party tomorrow—you're the s

“The yellow envelope must have been a threat from Dell Rosie. Besides, it was clear that she don’t know who Romero is. To Mia, he is a foreign man.” Now three pairs of eyes stopped their game of pool and focused on Jaxon. “Not to mention of her true identity and the fact that she has a ‘missing’ twin sister and the cause of her mother's death, as well as the background of Mia's real mother. She must have been unprepared, realizing that she was the rightful heir to a mafia organization. Do you want me to tell her that she is the missing princess? And her head was rewarded with five billion? I think you will also choose to remain silent.”

The day my only brother was cornered in a dockside warehouse by a rival mafia family, I knelt on the carpet of Damian's study and begged him. "Lend me ten men. I only need to hold until dawn, and the men I hired can get up here from the south side." He took a drag on his cigar and scoffed, "Ten men? Do you know how many people have eyes on that shipment on the north side tonight? My men aren't here to wipe up your messes." My knuckles went white where I had hold of the hem of his trousers. My phone screen lit up. A message about my brother taking a bullet, the blood a blurred smear of red. I was about to beg again when I heard him place a call over my head. His voice went soft, the way you'd