Novel & Cerita Acknowledged By A Mafia Leader

"Call Hudson, I wanted to make sure the house is safe when she gets there." The door burst open, revealing Connor. One of the bosses. Luca's circle of friends is small, but all of them are powerful. Luca specializes in technology, he uses his skills and intelligence to manage the underground world which is the mafias' abode. Connor is in charge of their guns and bombs, the main source for their firearms when needed. It's all legal though behind the illegal actions when things go south. Alejandro works as an FBI agent, no one knows he's one of the mafia bosses. Hudson is exceptionally skilled in combat. They are all trained to look after one another.

They laughed together and I could almost feel how dark they intended to be in dealing with Ezekiel. “Don't be too happy yet.” Someone said in a serious voice. “You just said that the mafia is leading the underground. How would we be able to transact with him without us getting caught?” He sarcastically said. “We’ll all die first before we can juice him through his wife!” I heard when someone laughed in a low voice before that person stood up harshly and something breaking to the ground before I heard a voice groaning in pain.

he snapped. Hans didn't need to reply as Annah knew that he either nodded or simply remained silent. She staggered back, refusing to believe what she was hearing. She knew what she was getting into when she made that vow with him, she knew she was entangled with a killer and a mafia lord but what she didn't expect was for him to be this brutal and strict. "No," she whispered. She didn't bargain for this and in that moment, she knew that there was nothing she could do to change the hands of time. This was final and even her words could hardly move him which was worse because she knew that there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop this.

But he didn’t blink. “This isn’t a fucking joke, Adrien.” “I know. You’re a scary mafia boss. Big bad Luca Moretti. I’ve seen the way you operate. Cold, ruthless, probably never hugged as a child.” He smiled—bright and sharp, all teeth. “So let me in. Give me something to do.” “I should lock you back in your room for mouthing off,” I growled. “You should,” he said. “But you won’t.” I hated him a little more for being right.

One that hadn’t been seen since the last mafia summit, years ago. Alex broke the seal. Inside was a single sentence, handwritten in bold, looping script: “You have seven days to choose a side, Morano. After that, we choose for you.” Below it was a signature. L. Ventresca. As Alex stared down at the letter bearing L. Ventresca’s signature, the words seared into his memory like fire across old wounds. Seven days. A threat veiled as a warning. A ghost from the past now commands the game board.

And to worsen the situation, his bodyguards stood like statues, blocking the exits. Hannah, who had been chatting with someone at the bar, finally noticed what was happening. Her face went pale as she hurried over. "Scarlett?" she asked, her voice shaky. Then she looked at Liam, and her eyes widened in recognition. "Wait, you’re…" Her voice trailed off, and I saw the fear flash across her face. She knew him. Everyone seemed to know him. Liam DeLuca, the godfather of some gang, Europe’s biggest mafia—at least that was what Hannah had told me earlier today in class.

Content with the transaction, the leading mafia man affectionately pats my trembling shoulder and announces, "Congratulations, little wolf. Your unit is officially cleared to go home." The moment his claws release my arms, my brain still seems completely disoriented. Is my body truly free to clear this death zone? The mafia boss calls out to my boots, his hand gesturing toward the silent figure of Chika, who still stands perfectly upright under his hood. "He is your elder brother, boy. If your clumsy wolf hadn't messed with the loan shark networks, our platoon wouldn't have executed his abduction at all. What final words does your mouth have to say to his face?"

(Translation: smuggled some drugs. "True that. But he owes us money. Either he pays or be killed." My blood ran cold at Erico's statement. Killed? I dropped my fork and looked at them with wide eyes. No one payed me much attention but Vincenzo. He was studying my reaction and anticipating what I will say next. "Who are you?" I asked with a fast beating heart. "Vincenzo Mercanti. Don of the Italian mafia. Number one mafia in Italy and USA." Vincenzo smiled evilly.

" On your right side. Turn the lamp on. " Catalina found the switch and pressed it. As soon as she touched it, an alarm went off. The pakhan snatched the gun from her hands and with one hand pushed her on the bed with him. She collided with his naked hard chest and now the gun rested on her cleavage. " Rule number 1 . Never believe a Mafia. " He laughed loudly and footsteps echoed in the corridor. The door opened with several men in there and one of them switched on the lights at last.

The mafias were shocked to see the well-known Mafia boss in Italy, people fear him, and they felt honored to be in his presence. “Don Massimo Morrone, it is a pleasure to have you here with us,” Mafia said, he bowed his head in respect. Mason sat like it was none of his business, he looked at Alex with hate in his eyes. He will be getting what he wants very soon, his plans are in motion and very soon everything will be his own to play with. “Has the issue been sorted out? And who is the cause of it?“ Alex asked looking everyone dead in the eyes.