Acknowledged By A Mafia Leader Novels & Stories

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.

“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

“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.

Whether he was blood or not. I am the American mafia's leader, Ace Hernandez. When I was seventeen, I was given the mafia to run and to build the most powerful organization on the planet. At the age of 25, I lead a lifestyle that includes drinking, using drugs, and dating women. My mafia obligations were not ignored. I had a reputation for being brutal and unforgiving. That's the last thing you'd ever do: step in my path.

“Says someone who was fantasizing about a mafia don.” Jane blinked rapidly. “Mafia don?!” Carla shrugged. “Mafia don, mafia lord—whichever you call it,” she grunted, tapping her phone. “Why isn’t Inspector Rosaline picking up?” “Hey, Carla, look at me. You mean he’s a mafia?” Carla nodded. “Couldn’t you tell? From the way he talks, the tattoo, the gun? Who else carries a gun and stares people down without fear?” Jane scrunched her face. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Oh my God, you just made me miss my soulmate.” She glared at Carla.

He puts the location on the phone and i look at it . Not far ...good . "Guys ?" I ask . "The mafia " he said . Mafia ... I don't know who is involved. We have to get Anna back