Alexandra Daddario Ethnicity Novels & Stories

I pouted slightly and he smirked, looking back at the other Alpha as he took a drag on his cigarette. “I'm all fucking ears.” Alejandro said leaning back on the sofa. “Then let me tell you, I don’t know too much, but what DeAngelo Rossi did was a heinous crime that none have forgotten. His barbaric ways shaped the future of the Packs of Italy.”

Elcrimos don’t touch people who are not stained with the dirt of our world. “Have you told nonna and nonno about this?” I asked. “Yes. They already know.” A knock was heard on the door followed by the mahogany door slowly opening. Miranda, one of the servants, went in. “Damsel, Madame Felicity and Sire Aleksander are waiting for you at the living room,” she informed. I paused for a few seconds before replying. I could feel the rampage of ache again. The rage and throbs which I tried to bury for a month suddenly aroused after knowing she’s finally here.

— she coldly said. “I’m so sorry for your losses.” — Alejandro said while holding her hand. "And by the way, I didn't kidnap you. This was just my style of showing affection." — He chuckled. “Forget about me, in Turkey, almost everyone is living a life like me. Nothing special. Tell me about yours.” — Ceyda sadly replied. He left her hand and started pouring champagne into her glass. “My forefathers started smuggling drugs and eventually they became the most powerful drug mafia of Europe. My grandfather expanded the business and became the strongest gangster of Mexico and now my father is the most powerful gangster of the world. “ — Alejandro told her.

His face was only inches from Reina's face. "You know, Reina, I don't like being betrayed." "I'm not betraying you. I'm just following orders." "Orders from who?" "From Davian Ricci." Alexandro released Reina. He stepped back. "He wants to cleanse this city of dark practices." "Dark practices? He's a corruptor himself and runs illegal casinos. He's just as much of a mafia as I am," Alexandro said. "Ale." "Don't call me Ale." Alexandro walked to the window, his back to Reina.

Understood. I knew how the mafia worked. I understood the blood and silence it demanded. But Alexandro would never love a woman like me. He wanted someone soft. Naive. Someone who didn’t know how to handle a gun or hide a body. Someone who didn’t see violence as a language. He wanted peace. A woman untouched by the darkness he lived in. And so, that day, as I watched him from the balcony above the meeting hall, I made a decision. If Alexandro wanted a woman outside the mafia… then that’s who I would become.

"He has always harboured a disdain for any mixing of blood that doesn't ensure our lineage remains purely Italian. All those arguments centred around Alexandra must have sent him reeling into the depths of her family's past. His supposed change of heart was nothing more than a pretence; he knew exactly who fathered her and grudgingly accepted her heritage, even if it bruised his pride in the process. And as an act of defiance, he never revealed to me who the fuck I married and honestly what that meant for his sideline organisation." "So?" I frowned, feeling the gravity of his words sink in, the implications heavy in the air between us. Aurelio fucking Debois is behind this as much as Derek D

I answered but was a little bit nervous. “We are not asking if what is your relation to us. We are asking who are you.” Tara muttered while staring at me intensely. At first, I thought they were just having a good time with me, but later on, I immediately realized they wanted to hear from me. I tried to focus on myself. I even let out a deep sigh to refresh my mind, and when I thought that I was ready to introduce myself, I stared at them with a smirk on my face. “I’m Gandhara Alejandro. The daughter of one of the wealthiest women in the City of Tranquil.”

Diego: “Be ready in ten. Wear something you don’t mind ditching.” Alex’s fingers tightened around the device. Diego Vega was many things—loyal, ruthless when needed, and dangerously clever. Born in the rough streets of East Borough, Diego had clawed his way into the Morano fold with a mix of raw instinct and brutal efficiency. Though he bore no Morano blood, he’d earned his place as one of the most trusted men in the organization—and Alex’s only true friend in the world. At 6:05 AM sharp, the door creaked open again. This time, Diego entered dressed like a mechanic, complete with grease-streaked coveralls and a duffel bag slung over his shoulder.

He hurriedly takes the travelling box away from Ruby, who releases it freely to him. Meanwhile, Alexandra glares at him silently, without uttering a word. Once he is out of sight, she turns to Ruby. "K.J. you are looking great!" Alexandra compliments. K.J is the abbreviation of Ruby's native name. Which is Khadijat. Khadijat is Alexandra's paternal cousin. She is the only daughter of her father's younger sister, who is married to a Yoruba man. Ruby is Alexandra's closest cousin. She literally tells her everything. Although they only hooked up during holidays. But the bond was still there.

He ordered pasta and meatballs for me and it tasted perfect. "Thanks ." "Here is the money you requested for ."He said dropping some money on the table and left. "Wait,what is your name."I said . "Alex."He said and left . Since I left the orphanage this is first nice person am meeting. I quickly finished my food and went to one of the bathroom i cleaned my body ,I was wearing one of jacks polo and my jeans with one of his boots. I asked the girl that served me food for a knife she looked at me weirdly but gave me later .I put it in my boots.