Novel & Cerita Acknowledged By A Mafia Leader

It is your choice, I can't force you but one thing I know for sure is that you are all going to die here. When I realised that he is not going to talk, I shot him in the head, I walked to the other leader, I was about to shoot him when he pleaded, boss we are sorry, forgive us, he paid one of your men to give us information on the transaction, his name is Kenneth, We only wanted the guns because we don't have money to buy them. Please have mercy on us, I shot him and the rest of the men. Burn down the house I told my men before walking away. I think I am born to be a mafia leader than a lovely wife and a CEO. When I got to the mansion where our men are staying and also the place where all ma

he assured. I nodded, though I felt my gut twist “Do your best, officer. You have to do your best ecause if you don’t… I will.” He looked at me strangely, maybe sensing something else in my words, but I didn’t care. He could think whatever he wanted to think. I wasn’t just some desperate husband looking for his wife. I was a man with power, a hidden gang. A Don. A ruler and I knew how to use my power if the need arises.

His words leave me in a confounded state. My foreheads wrinkle together as I chicken my head to the side being referred to, "What are you referring to, Alessandro?" He breathes out and looks down at our intertwined hands before gazing upward once more and reluctantly saying, "Baby, I'm the Leader of the American-Italian Mafia." I say nothing to him. I simply gaze at him peacefully, attempting to comprehend that the words that I heard from him are actually accurate. The American-Italian Mafia? The Leader? The fucking mafia?! This can't be correct, isn't that so? It must be a joke.

With a subtle nod from Alfredo, the meeting began. Alfredo's voice reverberated through the room as he addressed the anxious audience. "Gentlemen, thank you for gathering here today. We find ourselves in a challenging time, with the police breathing down our necks in the city. But fear not, for we shall rise above this adversity. However, we must first address the pressing issue of the informant among us." A murmur swept across the room as suspicion hung heavy in the air. Alexander subtly observed the reactions of each mafia leader, looking for any signs of guilt or nervousness. His sharp eyes scanned the room, taking note of every detail, every conversation that could potentially lead him t

I looked at them. They were all in black. I didn’t need anyone to tell me that they were the mafia. This must be a mistake. It wasn’t possible. I wasn’t going to believe anything they had said.“100 million dollars? Do you know what you are saying?” I asked the leader of the men as I raised my head in defiance. “You can ask your grandfather” he smugly replied. I turned to my grandpa and saw that he had a similar expression on his face. Before my grandfather could speak, the gang leader beat him to it.“Hey you!” the leader called the other person and they moved towards me.

Ethan asked it so gently, like a service rather than an interrogation. My teeth clenched. Stomach knotted more. “What are you implying?” “I’m a cop, Layla.” His voice, still, stayed so gentle. “You think I don’t recognize Aldo Marcello? You think I don’t know who he is?” My heart plunged past my feet. Of course, this couldn’t last. Of course, Aldo would ruin this, too, without even trying this time. “Ethan—” “Wait.” He held up a hand. “Let me finish. I’m not judging you, Layla. I know that associations with the Mafia are hard to break and often start completely by accident.”

I don’t bother to look at him while holding a firm face, Dell nods at me and I nod back and walk away trying to keep a straight look on my face and hoping against all hope that I won't pay for what I just did. He looked pissed, and one thing I have been told is to never piss a mafia leader because they never let go of a grudge. ##########

Seeing no respond Mubark laughed in understanding, it really didn’t take much for anyone to read the air. From my observation and the message earlier, Mubark was a contact chain leader, which meant amongst all criminals in this town he was the head. They had many smaller associations but no one carried out a deal without getting a lead from him. I still didn’t know what Information Klaus needed from him but if it regarded criminal activities in this town then he surely knew. Regardless of Klaus stares I had to go through with this. I had a plan and it wasn’t to thrown myself in exchange for that information but no one had to know just yet. I hadn’t casted Klaus a look since I sat, my attenti

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

The man who never asked anyone for forgiveness is now asking her to forgive him. Bella on the other hand couldn't explain the relief she felt when she heard that the Deluca’s are not responsible for her mother's death. People might think that she is foolish for trusting a mafia man. Not just a man who works for the mafia, but a man rule the underworld. Looking back at their interactions, she is amazed that how he never scared her. She now knows that everyone is shit scared of the Deluca’s. But that same man taught her how to drive, cooked for her, saved her, and cared for her. No wonder she fell for him hard.