Novel & Cerita Acknowledged By A Mafia Leader

To clear my head, to regain control before I did something reckless. I couldn't afford to let my emotions cloud my judgment, not in this world. I turned and strode out of the estate, the need to bury myself in the familiar chaos of the mafia world pulling me forward. The meeting was in full swing when I arrived. Cigarette smoke hung heavy in the air, mingling with the scent of stale coffee and cheap cologne. Faces, hardened by years of violence and betrayal, turned towards me as I entered. "Boss Giovanni," Dmitri, my second-in-command, greeted me with a curt nod. "You're late."

"Was that the way they worked?" "Excuse me?" I almost jumped out of my seat after hearing the driver talk. Had I asked that question out loud. Shit. Now, he probably thought I was crazy or some shit like that. Oh, brother. "Are people in the mafia bipolar or something?" I asked, not wanting to give in to the dumb passenger stereotype he might make for me. He shrugged, as if to say he didn't know either. "Most are, though. Horrible people. The only good one I've seen is the boss."

“You’re leaving for Italy. Your name stays Jay. You’re the perfect person for this mission.” Jay exhaled slowly and accepted the documents. He glanced at the file — photos, notes, mafia profiles. One name stood out: Rafael “Rafe” Bianchi. The mafia boss of Milan, infamous for his ruthlessness, his dominance, and… apparently, his taste in men. The assistant appeared with a small suitcase. “Your things are here. And you’ll need to change your appearance for the mission,” she said.

he said, tossing his gun onto the ground. The man laughed, a harsh, ugly sound. "Nice try. You're no use to us. We're here for her. She's Janessa Collins, right?” “She's not,” he denied. “You can't fool us!” How did they know? Only a few people knew my true identity. I spoke to Xavier using the earpiece, "This guy must be involved with the mafia." "You're right. Don't worry; I'll get you out of here safe," he responded, his voice low and assuring.

I already died years ago and today a flicker of hope also disappeared watching Crystal like this. Something wet fell on my cheek and it’s when I noticed the tears. It’s when my heart soared and I fell on my knees realizing what I have lost. Loud sobs racked from the heart of a proud mafia boss, in front of eyes that bowed in his feet. The boss of Italian Mafia was finally taken down. Not by a bullet, but by heartbreak. In that mere moment, when my sobs ranged loud, full of pain, numbing the mind, the voice of my heart overpowered finally making me listen.

She quickly assessed the situation and was convinced that her father’s sudden acceptance of Tony was too suspicious to ignore; especially after they attempted to elope. “What? No, Papa; what is really going on; how did you get here? Tony and I made sure nobody knew about this and he particularly promised not to tell you and mum. So how the hell did you find out and why are you not mad at me right now?” Mario knew that his stubborn daughter would not budge until he told her exactly what she wanted to hear. “Angelo Manzini.” Mario responded, still looking away from his daughter. “That murderous Mafia Boss… what about him? What has Angelo got to do with any of us?” Moira asked; her voice starti

I asked, holding my rage back or at least trying hard. “Not only a man, a leader,” She enlightened me and I went unresponsive. I apologised to a mafia leader while becoming a criminologist. So spineless of me.

They were planning to murder the staff and burn the whole hospital down if something will happen to their little wife. "Stop thinking all that. She will be fine." suddenly a manly voice came from behind them and they saw Mikhail standing there. He knew what there criminal mind would be able to think at that time. They were stunned hearing him but then they understood he is a mafia boss too and can guess what we're they thinking at that moment.

But they remain frozen in their place as the recognition of who has entered their home unannounced and uninvited. What even left them breathless and sweating, is the fact that he had entered so easily with none of their security chasing after him. Nor was they informed of his arrival, That only brought them to one conclusion. They are being ambushed. Vincenzo's gaze swept the entire sitting room, a satisfied smirk plaster at the base of his lips watching the Turkish gangster leaders trembling with horror at the mere sight of him. Even Hasim Deniz. The current leader of the Turkey's Mafia is stunned and shivering slightly.

I muttered under my breath. As I said it out loud, a lot of things started to make sense. His lame excuses, constantly running off without proper explanations and the way people instantly fear him. It was all starting to come together. Even the way we got married. I still had a million questions, though. “Mafia? Did you just say mafia?” Her eyes widened and I nodded. “And apparently, he’s their leader.” “What? Are you serious?” Tears ran down my head as I nodded, confirming it. She seemed confused.