Acknowledged By A Mafia Leader Novels & Stories

Georgina quickly retorted, "Maybe they didn't know I wasn't at home." Lorenzo responded promptly, "They knew, alright." His words left Georgina baffled, wondering how he could be so certain. Lorenzo continued, "Look, I know how Marcelo and his kind of people operate. I've dealt with him before, and he's no different. You just have to trust me, okay?"

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."

"Say hello to my business associate, Caterina. You'll love the man." The handle of the door turned, and the door creaked a bit as it opened. Business associate? Who the fuck was doing business with this fucking psycho? That was... that was absurd. But I couldn't be surprised. This was the whole mafia world, I guess. This was the kind of thing they did. I braced myself up, even with my heart pounding at about one hundred and fifty beats per minute, ready for whoever it was... until I saw the figure standing just beyond Alessandro’s shoulder.

“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.

he responded and winked at me which made him look the cutest of all. My heart fluttered at his wink, but I managed to roll my eyes, and deadpanned, "This is not my question, though I know about it, still it is not my question." I continued to ask, "Who is your right-hand man and all? From the novels, I have read, most of the Mafia Leader's trusted men are their best friends." We had finished eating by then. Zaiden crossed his arms against his chest and said looking impressed, "You sure do read a lot of Mafia novels. Did you love reading about Mafia leaders?"

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.

Jackson praised, his voice filled with a hint of suspicion too. "I am in the Mafia, that's why. A lot of people don't know about that, but you all should know that I work with and have connections in the underworld. I myself am a renowned member of the Mafia and a skilled fighter.”