Romans & histoires Acknowledged By A Mafia Leader

he replied. One of the men who seemed to be the leader strode to the front. I recognized him, he was one of the mafia family heads too, but his family was known for their scheming ways. "Ha ha ha. The great Dante is about to be defeated by me. Not even one security around, all this negligence for a damn woman he is enamored with" he said with a chuckle. Some of Dante's men walked out to meet them. One of them went to meet the leader.

I preferred to keep my mouth shut instead. "What do you know about the mafia?" He questioned and took my feet over his knees, scooting in front of me. I tried to retreat my leg as it was uncomfortable to watch a mafia leader kneeling in front of me to treat my feet, but he held my feet in his hand, glancing up at me.

Lydia expressed, “it’s just the mafia.” Sylvia shot her mother an incredulous look. How could this woman say this wasn’t a big deal? It was the mafia— a scary organization. Even the media doesn’t dare to report nonsense about them. “What position do you have in the mafia?” Sylvia asked. “The boss,” he generously responded. “Right. The boss. This is not truly a big deal. You are just the boss,” Sylvia voiced out. Speaking about it, could it be considered an achievement that she dared to act out in front of a mafia boss? He didn’t even mind her. He truly endured a lot for her mother. True love indeed.

he chuckled goo heartedly "Last time I checked the law stated you are defined as a criminal. The mafia is a bunch of criminals." We both laughed. "What would you say if I handed you Cardinal Alfonso?" I folded my arms and looked at him His smile immediately dropped. "What?" he gasped in disbelief "Hand me the 'Ghost'? Every time we get a lead on this man he just disappears. You have him?" "Not yet." I replied "When I get back to the mafia I'll sort that out." "What's going on Xavier?" Henry questioned "What are you getting at?" "How do I know the cops won't arrest me afterwards?" I asked him

Krystal jaw dropped and after a few seconds, she closed her mouth. "oh, okay..I get now, you are claimed by a Mafia boss, Zach Westley, a hot Italian Mafia dude. I mean, everyone in the city knows him and fears him Madison” she replied and I rolled my eyes. " Are you supposed to be telling me that now? I'm getting more scared bae!“ I groaned as I poked her shoulders. She sighed and clicked her tongue. " You know what? Don't worry, he wouldn't hurt you, instead he'll forget you soon” she assured me, I can't agree to that yet.

“I told you! I warned you about him, Ava. But you didn’t listen. I knew something was off about that guy!” “Oh, shut it,” Hazel snapped. “Stop acting like some fortune teller. If you knew something, why didn’t you just say it?” Caleb nodded in agreement. “Yeah, stop being cryptic. If you’ve got something to say, spill.” Mason hesitated. “The truth is…” Ava narrowed her eyes. “What truth do you know that I don’t?” “Zac is a mafia boss,” Mason said, voice steady. The room froze. “What?” Hazel, Freya, and Caleb all said in unison.

“You don’t want the answer.” “Don’t tell me what I want.” I poured her a glass of water and set it on the desk between us. “The Mafia isn’t a charity, Lucia. It’s a war zone dressed up in Italian suits. Women die here just like men do. Sometimes faster.” “So they were all just… collateral?” I looked her dead in the eye. “Yes.” Her lips parted, disbelief written all over her face.

Bobby wasn’t there either. None of Enzo’s men were waiting like I had expected. Without a word, Enzo slid into the driver’s seat. It was just both of us. I got in beside him, silencing an incoming call before flipping my phone face-down. My thoughts drifted to my mother. I had spent so much time convincing myself that I wanted nothing to do with her, yet here I was, sitting next to Enzo Moretti, a Mafia gang leader. The thought made me sick to my stomach

She asked. I snatched the letter from my hand, my hands trembling as I read the letter. Everyone in the pack knew Jace was the head of the mafia and a skilled killer. The exact opposite of Conard. While Conard joined the combat, he made his own mafia, and even Alpha Killian could not say a word. If he decides to kill someone, the person would be dead before time.

“Do not… Please do not. I know you are acquainted. Partners, I guess. “No, you are related. Is he your boss? Did he send you to bring me here? Where is he?” “I am not my uncle. I would never do what he has done to you.” I almost laugh sarcastically. “No, you are worse than him. Nice work you have done with me. You are an internationally wanted Mafia boss killer ... The bullet… Can anyone get scarier than that?” “I don’t want to kill you, Keirah.” I can’t stand his tricks. But I still plead, hoping there is a bit of humanity left in him.