Acknowledged By A Mafia Leader Novels & Stories

he replied. One of the men who seemed to be the leader strode to the front. I recognized him, he was one of the mafia family heads too, but his family was known for their scheming ways. "Ha ha ha. The great Dante is about to be defeated by me. Not even one security around, all this negligence for a damn woman he is enamored with" he said with a chuckle. Some of Dante's men walked out to meet them. One of them went to meet the leader.

I gasped and my hand clamped over my mouth as I stared at a photo of Kelvin stepping out of a building with a few suited men walk-in behind him. "That is Moretti. He's the leader of the Mafia gang." Tears spilled down my cheek and I rested my head on his shoulder as I burst into a fit of sobs. "So that's who he really is? He works under them? Or does he work for them? What exactly does he do? I am going to show this to my parents and to the whole world. I am going to prove my father wrong for once and he's going to see what I have been telling him the whole time!"

His complexion change into some what bitter smile. “I didn’t want to tell you before of you got scared. I was just finding the right time to tell you. I am also a mafia leader of underworld. That’s why that guns were there” He said hanging his head low. He is a what?! Okay I should not panic. “Mafia Leader? And why would be I scared of that?” I ask him calmly. “You are not scared or will hate me for this” He ask me again. “obviously no" I said.

I couldn’t help but ask. “No,” He looked away. “You have to be part of the mafia officially to be free of any allegations.” “Wait, mafia?” His eyes snapped toward me at the apparent slip-up and exhaled. “Yes.” “Oh God…” I said, my voice barely a whisper. Mafia? Seriously? He couldn’t have been just some low-gang member, just something he could get out of easily? Obviously Mr. Roman had to do something like this. Why does everything become so much worse the more I know about it?

“My deepest apologies. It’s a terrible slip of the tongue.” Christian glared at the guy then, and the messenger suddenly prostrated on the floor, kept down by some mysterious force. “That shouldn’t matter much, should it?” the young man spoke, frightening the downed individual even more. “A mafia member who does not comply to their leader’s order shall be severely punished. Or do you mean to say werewolves are different?”

She giggled, her palm brushing her palm against my cheek before leaving. I wiped it off and shut the door. I dropped into my chair and before I could process my frustration, my phone rang out loud. I glanced at the caller ID. The mafia leader. I hesitated before answering. "How’s it going? Any suspicions around you?" His hoarse voice carried through the line. I inhaled deeply before replying, "No, everything is fine." There was a brief silence. Then, "We have a problem with the background story we created for you."

The confrontation with Chase was far from over, but with power at my fingertips, I was determined to reshape our destiny. I retreated to the privacy of my room, the weight of the Mafia crown still settling on my shoulders. The first person I needed to confide in was Desmond, my trusted friend. I dialed his number, the phone ringing until he answered. "Heaven? What's going on?" Desmond's voice carried a mix of concern and curiosity. I took a deep breath, preparing to divulge the complexities of my newfound position. "Desmond, I've accepted the leadership of the Mafia. I needed the power to protect us from Chase."

I said calmly as I waited. "Isaac Bortsov took him," "The head of the Russian mafia's drug operation? Are you certain? why?" "I'm not sure!" His British accent come out thick as he tremble. "Please, please, please," he begged. "But you were the one who told them where he was," I pointed out. He whimpered and closed his eyes. "Why?" My fingers tighten around my knife, and the heat of my rage rises up my spine. I applied pressure to his wound.

Not with anyone. Detective James had been circling both Lorenzo and Martin for weeks. Their sudden closeness wasn’t a coincidence, it was a strategy. He needed Raphael to see it. They met at a quiet coffee house, far from prying ears. Raphael arrived first, hat pulled low. “You’re getting paranoid,” Raphael said when James sat across from him. James ignored the jab. “Have you noticed how close Lorenzo and Martin have been lately?” Raphael frowned. “Lorenzo wouldn’t work with Martin. He’s my brother. You don’t know him like I do.”

Rugged, dangerous, sharp jaw, lips curved in the kind of smirk that made her stomach twist. Her blood ran cold. “Boss Alessandro,” one of the masked men said, nodding toward her. “Should we get rid of her?” Her stomach dropped. Alessandro. The very name she’d just heard on the news. The Mafia leader. So this was him. The man—Alessandro—raised his hand lazily, giving them a signal. Then he turned his gun toward the kneeling man and pulled the trigger. The gunshot echoed through the room, and the kneeling man collapsed lifelessly onto the floor.