Novel & Cerita Acknowledged By A Mafia Leader

Does this mean, mom is also aware of this too? "Is mom also aware that you're a Mafia?" I asked the same question running through my head. "I was a Mafia, not anymore. And yes, your mom knows that I was one before we got married" "Dad! What are you saying?!" "Years ago, while I was 16 years old, I got kidnapped with my best friend, Lucian by a mafia leader, Christopher. He was the most dangerous Mafia in the whole world then. We got kidnapped and were trained for four years to become Mafia. Christopher suddenly develop a love for me because I took out all plans effectively then one day, he announced he was going to pass the throne to me. He would like to step down because he wasn't feeling t

This wasn’t just female trafficking, they were minors. How dare they? It was my kingdom! I was the Russian mafia; how dare they try to do something like that under my nose? I would kill them. Without giving them a chance to think about what was happening, I quickly shot the leader of the American Mafia, who looked baffled and didn’t expect me to still be there. My men were equally swift, taking out some of their opponents. Unfortunately, one of our men got hit in the chest. He was about to collapse, but I caught him. He was alive and breathing.

the man replied unisonly while they sighed inwardly a sigh in relief that none of them had lost their lives. “Just leave and do your job perfectly. I have already started counting,” the leader said coldly as he couldn’t understand why they were telling him thank you. It had been a long time since he had anyone telling him that as he was known as a ruthless leader. “Sir, the mafia king wants to see you immediately.” After the men left the man stayed alone for a while before his secretary walked in and told him that.

Sometimes, I’d try to talk to him, offer a light comment or a gentle smile, but he’d only look at me with those cold piercing eyes of him and remind me of our arrangement. “Don’t get carried away, Joan. This is business, nothing more,” he’d say, and each time, it felt like a knife twisting in my chest. But tonight… tonight felt different. I’d been walking down the hall, just trying to clear my head, when I heard voices. My curiosity got the better of me. I slipped into the shadows near the doorway and saw Derrick, standing with his right hand men, Santi and Ace. I was too far away to make out everything, but phrases floated over to me, the words “mafia,” “Godfathers,” and “pressure.” My hear

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.

” She groaned in annoyance as if giving in to my stupidity. "Babe... He’s Bradley Le Ossa" "Huh?" I was confused by her words and she smacked my head as if annoyed by her friend's stupidity. "Ow!!!" I grumbled under my breath. "Bradley Le Ossa, also known as Bradley the Bones!" She groaned as she spoke, but noticed I still didn't understand what she was talking about "He's a deadly mafia boss!!!" My eyes widened in shock at this. WHAT?! Yes, I knew and understood that he was a mafia member, but the boss?!

] The Leader smirked and crossed his arms over his chest, ‘So tutto di te, Lady Natasha, e so tutto della tua amica Kelly e di suo marito Luigi, un Capo che è scappato credendo di poter sfuggire alla mafia.’ [I know all about you Lady Natasha, and I know all about your friend Kelly and her husband Luigi, a Capo who ran away and thought he could escape the Mafia] Tash felt herself go cold she was sick of the way all these ‘Leaders’ tried to blackmail her with her best friend's life,

I said with a frown, lifting his head on my thigh. “I know but I'll live. Thanks to you,” he muttered, and then gave me a serious look, “Are you okay?" The question on his lips was gentle and warming to my ears. I nodded, “I'm okay,” I mumbled. He didn't look convinced, and I couldn't blame him. I just killed a man. How could I be okay? But I guessed that was what it meant to love a mafia lord. To have your soul tainted in some ways that you could never come back from.

“I have something to tell you.” Lena looked up at me, her eyes wide and filled with an intensity that made my breath catch in my throat. “Go on,” she whispered, her voice soft, urgent. I took a deep breath, preparing myself for the storm that was about to break. "I'm in the mafia," I said, the words heavy in the air. I watched her face, waiting for the reaction, the understanding, the fear. I watched her go pale, her eyes widening, and then, I saw the tears well up in her eyes.

She suddenly asked her. She stopped talking and looked at her, " I do. But they are not a normal family like yours. " Lana smirked, but couldn't hide her pain. " They must be better than mine. I can bet. " She heaved. " No, you're wrong. My father and brother are Italian mafia bosses. Obviously, better than yours. They don't like Michail. " Lana said. " And you still let him hit you. I can guess you know the fighting skills. " She told her.