Acknowledged By A Mafia Leader Novels & Stories

I lean and see the paper wide open with words. The American Mafia will be here for you. I'll help you if you promise to do something for me. l look at him in shock and nod. He brings his hand for me to shake and I take mine cautiously and shake his sealing whatever it is we're sealing. He then gets up gets his gun out and shoots the pilot through the head.

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.

Raf commented in surprise. "Sabrina th—" he froze and cursed himself silently. "You remember her, huh?" Raf said with a playful smile playing on his lips. "Here," he said and ignored him. "Black car," Raf said. "Who is it this time?" Aemon asked. "No idea. Aemon, your marriage almost shattered and the whole Mafia world knows about it. They are probably watching you," Rafael explained. To have enemies who watch them always is not rare. It always happens to them. All their moves and actions were being watched and that is normal for them who grew up in this world.

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."

I said. "How about I just shoot you in the head, and still take the ring from you?" He seethed, bringing out his own gun and cocking it at me. I let out a scoff at his threat, raising an eyebrow at their drawn weapons. "Go ahead then, shoot me!" I said, looking right into Wade's eyes. By my guess, I'd say he's now the appointed leader of this mafia, after Santiago's death. "But you better make sure my people don't hear of it." I threatened with a smirk on my face.

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."