Acknowledged By A Mafia Leader Novels & Stories

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.

He looked fucking serious the way his lips moving fastly, providing them assurance that their goods were safe with them. Five weeks ago, he got a confirmation call from the mafia leader with whom he and Angesh was in touch for the last few months and doing little jobs for him to gain his trust which they did and now they were officially a part of his gang, he gave them the responsibility of keeping the goods safe along with some of his men, which was going well but Suddenly, after their scandalous news two weeks ago, they were not sure whether they were the right choice or not, so they demanded the goods to be delivered as soon as possible, but it's not that simple with the police keeping a

I turned to continue walking but he spoke “You've got guts, I’ll give you that. Stabbing me one night and still showing up the next morning to threaten me.” The housekeeper glanced between us nervously and excused herself. Now it was just me and Kane. “ You tried to grab me even when I already warned you,” I shot back, grabbing a toast from the plates in front of him “so you got what you deserved.” His eyes narrowed “So you think stabbing a man is a fair response to being touched?” I bit into the toast chewing slowly “ If that man is a mafia thug, then yeah it sounds right.” His jaw flexed, but he didn’t move. Instead, he sipped his coffee, watching me like he wanted to put a hole in my head

“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

Trust me, I didn't mean to hurt you or make you cry. “Let go off me Clinton, you can be with her for all i care” she said and removed hid hands from her waist her and walked upstairs. As soon as he was gone, Mr. and Mrs. Peterson entered with their security behind them. Clinton saw them, and left immediately. The mafia clan Where the hell is my fucking money? The father of the gangster Ace, Mr. Carlo Benaldo, yelled at Mr. Chadwick. He was formerly a mafia member before his life was given to his son.

“Didn’t I told you to stay away from him?” ……….. “DID I NOT ELLA?” ……Ahhhhhhhhh yes dad. “Then why the f*ck did you go with him!” it wasn’t a question. He knows everything. But how? I didn’t even tell them anything yet. “I think you are forgetting something little miss; I was the American mafia leader before that kid.” I was blank. How can I forget I’m dealing with mafia men? Urghhhhhhhhhh my life! “I asked you something! Why the f*ck did you go with him. When I clearly told you not to?”

I shook my head, "No..." "What is it now? Did you find out that I'm in the Mafia too?" "Uhn?" I turned to Bella, confused. "That is what you kept blabbing on about yesterday when you got drunk, and I wasn't sure if I was to believe that or blame it on excessive alcohol." "He is indeed in the Mafia." "Who? Your dad?" "Him too, but that guy, my dad's best friend, he's the leader." "What? Are you being for real?"

"You naughty girl, haven't you recovered already?" "What about you? You've just gone through a lot, and aren't you going to wait until you recover?" "I have no idea what you're talking about," he said, making me laugh. Who could have thought that the leader of an entire mafia gang would be so timid about such matters? Maybe it was his way of playing - if his goal was to make me beg him, he was mistaken. I could remain passive for much longer than he could, so I knew he would give in before I did.

Giovanna and I said at the same time, smiling at each other before looking back down to concentrate on the conversation. “The second is the Chinese. I punched the leader.” He admitted proudly, almost making me groan. How much more destructive could this man get? Why on earth had be punched a fellow mafia leader? Had he thought about the consequences? I understood impulsive actions but this was far too reckless.