Novel & Cerita Belonging To The Mafia Don

‘’How long have you all known Carlson is with the Mafia. ‘’he is not with the Mafia, he is the Don’’

The one he'd said looked good on me this evening before I left for the restaurant's bathroom. Before these men kidnapped me. I'll be lying if I say I don't know where they're from. Kristoff is a powerful Mafia Don - much feared in New York and all over the world. A cruel underboss with a reputation to match that phrase. I knew what I was getting into when I let him into my heart after our initial agreement. I knew what I was getting into when instead of packing my stuff and leaving his mansion altogether, I got into a fight with my uncle when I went back to our shack to clear out what was left there.

He let us work and get involved on everything, even with what they would call a man’s job. To become a Don, you must know how everything works. To be a great ruler, you must be a worker first. Pietro is the only child of the Carusso family who will with no doubt become the Don of the Carusso family. There’s no doubt that one day me or my sister will become betrothed to him knowing exactly how the mafia works and how my father thinks. A mafia must marry someone within the mafia. Marrying someone outside is possible, but it’s undoubtedly risky and could end up disastrously, that’s why it never happened.

I trailed off to lick my lips nervously, "my family can't see those pictures, they'll assume the worst and I'm not ready to start explaining and trying to defend myself." "That's your problem," he stated casually, "and we don't share a relationship where I get to concern myself with your problems." My eyes blared brimstones at him and the asshole didn't even blink. I should have known. While my family knows his face and all there's to know about him, his family doesn't know my name or even my face. It was just going to be him frolicking around with one of his numerous girls and even if they get to know that he was frolicking around with the enemy, there's probably no one to give him an earfu

"I guess there is no need in keeping any more secrets from you. I am Luciano Greco, the capo dei capi of the Italian-American mafia. I am the don of the mafia" His confession got me speechless for a while as I tried to process what he just said. Did he mean mafia like an illegal criminal organisation?! And he was their head!? "Wait wait. Luciano you run a criminal organisation? Like illegal activities against the law?" I almost exclaimed. Luciano shrugged his shoulders, "Well if you put it that way moglie. But yes. The mafia is very dangerous. It is a world of guns and blood. Death and gun brawls are the norms and as the don, I have so many enemies but my years of training has equipped me wi

Third Person Pov: Thomas Allen is one of the most ruthless leaders in the mafia gang Hayden Wren heads. Its known as 'Python'. Recently, there's been a fued between the two, hence; Thomas moved to Dubai. The members of the gang thought things would dissolve over time... but it didn't. Communication seized between the two for the past two years. Now, Thomas is back to set things right.

“I didn’t order them to handle you like that. They acted on their own idiocy.” “Oh, well, that makes me feel so much better,” I snapped, sarcasm dripping from every word. He chuckled softly, the sound low and dangerous. “I’m sorry, Sienna. I just wanted to have you around me.” I blinked, my anger momentarily swallowed by confusion. “How did you…?” He smirked, leaning closer. “Know your name?" He chuckled softly."Funny. I’m a Mafia Don, Sienna. Every piece of information in this city passes through me. Nothing goes unnoticed under my watch.”

I stated. Immediately, he pulled over, tilting his neck to look at me. "What did you just say?" He asked, looking into my eyes. “I know you are a mafia Don," I repeated myself, my breath catching in my throat. "How?” He asked, his teeth grinding as he leaned in, stabbing into my soul with his eyes. “I just know and I need your help. My family might be connected to mafia stuff and my Aunt seems as if she's trying to take control. We can work hand in hand to defeat her,”

And to worsen the situation, his bodyguards stood like statues, blocking the exits. Hannah, who had been chatting with someone at the bar, finally noticed what was happening. Her face went pale as she hurried over. "Scarlett?" she asked, her voice shaky. Then she looked at Liam, and her eyes widened in recognition. "Wait, you’re…" Her voice trailed off, and I saw the fear flash across her face. She knew him. Everyone seemed to know him. Liam DeLuca, the godfather of some gang, Europe’s biggest mafia—at least that was what Hannah had told me earlier today in class.