Novel & Cerita Alexandra Daddario Ethnicity

“But it seems to me that she is carrying an Alpha blood.” “You…” “Alpha Dante D’Angelo, my mate, Valerie Morozov.” He said, looking down at me. “Put the knife down, Valerie. You are going to end up hurting more than just yourself with these stupid reflexes that you’re having…”

No—maybe? "You're a nobody!" She rolled her eyes, placing her hands on her hips as she pushed her chest forward making Ares sink deeper in his seat, "I'm the daughter of Thomas Gilbert for crying out loud! My dad is a fucking millionaire and who are you?" "I'm Alexia Ivanov," I responded with a small smirk when I saw a hint of fear flash in her eyes, "and you're definitely not lucky to have met me." Turning to Ares, I asked, "will you do the necessary or should I?"

It passed a message across perfectly. "The fact that you think that you can make kneel before you is laughable. The fact that you believe that you can orchestrate some sort of half-assed revenge against us is pathetic and sad. I would have destroyed you even without all these restraints. I would have beaten you within an inch of your life because I am not the target you probably thought I was. I am Alessandra Rinaldi Zolotov, the daughter of the Head of the Cosa Nostra and the wife of the Head of the Bratva. You messed with the wrong bitch and I plan on avenging every single woman you have hurt."

Her eyes closed as she exhaled deeply. He drew her into his arms, watching her pale face as she passed out. Elena Romano is the Alpha princess who eventually became a slave, and he is Alpha Don Dante Russo, the Mafia Alpha King to whom all Alphas submit.

It was a file he’d managed to pull from a hidden server in Antonio’s old office. There was a photo. A young woman with sharp, dark eyes the same eyes Antonio had, but filled with a cold intelligence he never possessed. "Alexa Cavalli," Matteo said. "Born in Sicily. Spent ten years in a private military camp in Eastern Europe. She’s not just a daughter, Boss. She’s a professional." I stared at the screen. She looked like a predator. "She’s a girl who thinks a camp makes her a Don. She’s wrong."

Dario already had many of my things shipped. As we approached the oceanside terrace, I saw the rows of chairs filled with people. A small wedding meant there were less than fifty guests, a fraction of the number of people who attended Dario and Catalina’s wedding. Nevertheless, Aléjandro was the heir to the Roríguez cartel, and I was the only daughter of Vincent Luciano. This union warranted the attendance of some top brass in both organizations.

She asked. “Who?” The one driving asked. “Your boss.” She answered. They both chuckled, “It’s Alex Maldov. Do you know who you’re married to ma’am?” “A murderer, a criminal, a thief…do you want me to elaborate?” Their laughter reached a bolstering level now, the other who looked right out the window muttered, “He’s a lot of things but a theif isn’t one of them. He’s indomitable ma’am. According to what some say, they think he’s a direct descendant from the devil himself. He’s basically immortal.”

Grace sat in a fancy restaurant, sipping on her wine as she waited for Amanda. Her investigation on Sasha had been fruitful. She learned a lot about Sasha’s life, including Amanda’s resentment toward her half-sister. That was enough for Grace to know that Amanda would be a useful ally in her plans. Amanda walked in, her eyes scanning the room until Grace waved her over. Amanda did not have the Afrocentric features that Sasha has. She looked like a white woman, and you would find it hard to believe that she has a black father.

“I will.” After we ended the call, I slipped the phone into my pocket and walked toward her room. Just as my fingers touched the doorknob, I heard her voice from inside. Soft. Barely above a whisper. She was talking to herself. I paused. Then one word drifted through the door and froze me in place. Alexander. Every muscle in my body locked. That name.... I knew that name. Alexander was the daughter of the most feared drug lord in the mafia world—a bloodline so dangerous that entire organizations still whispered about it.

"How do you know about all the mafia details? He asked me. I already expected this question and that is exactly why I told that my name was Addilyn. "Sorry. I forgot to introduce myself officially. I am Addilyn Garcia. The American mafia princess. It was nice to meet you." I told him sarcastically. At least it was sarcastic to me. If my brothers may have heard this, they would probably laugh and spit at me. And then they would straight out reject that I am their family. "You are an American mafia princess?" He asked me a little bit of surprise, notable in his voice. "Yes" I answered to his question as we continued to walk in this maze of a mansion.