Novel & Cerita Belonging To The Mafia Don

“Yes dear, it is that time of the year when the battle for territory leadership arises. We have to ensure that the security here is tight and you, especially my dear, are safe” “I want to leak out a secret to you and I will like it if you understand it and abide by whatever rule that would be given to you by the Don”. He said to me, I kept my ears wide and open just to get in every word that he would drop here for me. “The Don has never disclosed any woman to the mafia world because he has never been in love with anyone. I'm surprised by the way things turned out with you in the picture. He even showed you to the underworld and that still baffles me but I'm glad he has at least decided to lo

'' I say, looking Aiden dead in the eyes, hoping this is a joke. '' Dominick Costello is the Don of one of the most powerful mafias in the world. A long time ago, my family and Dominick were really good allies. We were a family. Back then, we were the most powerful mafia in Italy.'' "Wait a minute." Did you just say we?'' ''Yes, we.'' ''You're telling me that I work for people who are in a mafia,'' I say with a shocked look. ''Yes, Elly. Please calm down. You don't have to panic.''

And I've always done so. My father wasn't your average father. He wasn't caring, or loving, although he tried to show me that he loved me in his own way. His major concern was the Mafia, where he was the Don. Always busy. Recording kills. Collecting debts. And it was inevitable; papà made it clear that he expected me to follow in his footsteps. And personally, I looked forward to that day.

No one else would dare. I had escaped my father but I just basically went from frying pan to fire. Hakan was Scorpion, there was no doubt about it. I was in the arms of the deadliest and most feared mafia boss in the whole country and maybe further than that.

"We will, daughter. We won't rest until Alessandro is safe, and Domenico pays for what he has done." Georgia closed her eyes, clenching her fists. She knew the road ahead would be difficult, but considering the circumstances, she had nothing left to do but trust the man. After all, her father was also an intelligent mafia leader, perhaps not in an organization as large as Templo Negro, but certainly in one large enough for her to put her full trust in him.

I swallowed hard, but he wasn’t done. "You think I’m just some big muscle Mafia idiot." He tilted his head, his dark eyes glinting with amusement. "Let me remind you, Ari. My father was the consigliere. I have more info on the Mafia than the Don himself. And my family have always kept it quiet. You think we would have kept it quiet if we didn’t have any brains? You think we would be the leading Mafia family in the country, in this continent, if we didn’t have any brains?"

“What does he want?” Donatello was the don of his little syndicate in Detroit, who was trying to make a name for himself after disbanding from the Alfa Nove, the group of nine heads of the Italian mafia groups that were spread throughout the US. He used to be one of my father’s old subordinates, but after my father had been killed by the Bratvas, I didn’t trust anyone outside of the people I already knew would die for me and Donatello wasn’t one of them.

"Señorita, are you all right?" "I'm not. Donna, please the cops. Call Adam!" "If Luke and the rest would get caught, Martin would also be investigated. So far, only a few know that he's a mafia leader. That he is no other than the notorious mafia boss of the Scarface Gang in Italy. Señorita, do you want that to happen?" Donna intuitively asked a question I couldn't get to find the right answer. I just shook my head in my response. "Let's go to your room. You need to rest!"

He gives in, panting. "The mafia don's behind the death of The Kingstons." He informs. The woman rolled her eyes, expecting something more valuable than the Kingstons, whoever they were. Dominic Bianchi, the Sicilian Don, was known to end lives. The woman was aware that it was the Don's favorite past-time. His hands were stained by the blood of those he had killed. Though it's not like Bella's hands were clean.

“I’m asking for real. I want to know what I'm getting into, I know you're a Don and all that shit, but what do you really do?” His face became serious and he caught me in his gaze. “I owe you some kind of explanation. You’re right. I will tell you as much as you need to know.” He took a pause. “After my parents died, I was chosen as the next head of the family by the mafia elders, it was my birth right actually. That’s why people call me don. I own several companies, clubs, restaurants, and hotels—we’re just like a regular corporation. I’m the head. But all that is just a part of a bigger picture. If you need a list, you’ll get it, though I believe that the less you know, the better.” He kep