Novel & Cerita Belonging To The Mafia Don

I told him. "Rick jogia!" He screamed "his name is Rick jogia! Please let me go!" He cried bitterly. Matteo steps up next to me, an iPad in his hand as he read from it to me. "Rick jogia is a Japanese Don, Samuel." "Rick jogia...." I mutter to myself "I've never heard of him before." "Apparently he is a Russian Mafia and he calls himself king. He owns an organization called 'Black Cocaine.' and he has no family that I can see here. His criminal records is clean too."

They already know what he is capable of. “I tried to run,” I admit, my hands tightening in my lap. “But his men got me and brought me to him. That’s when they kidnapped me and brought me back to his mansion.” The word kidnapped feels strange here, like it belongs in a police report rather than a conversation with another Don, but I say it anyway. “That’s when he told me he was part of the Mafia,” I continue, my voice wavering slightly despite my effort to stay composed. “And that he was the Don.”

it pains me that, I left my newlywed wife at home to deal with this bastard, and he still wouldn’t speak the truth. “you didn’t ask him if he had any evidence, maybe we should listen to him, and probably do some investigations to clear our doubts” Damien says as we get inside the elevator which takes us to the last floor, where our offices are situated as the highest ranking members of the Martello mafia.

“Sell it? I thought you said it belonged to the donor.” She leaned back in her chair, her face tense. “That’s the thing. This isn’t just any cross, Clara. It’s… unique.” “What do you mean?” Lucaa hesitated, as if deciding whether to tell me the truth. Finally, she sighed. “There’s a tradition among certain mafia families. The cross represents loyalty, faith, and… power. I’m almost certain this belonged to someone connected to them or worse… one of them.” I stared at the cross, my stomach twisting. “Are you saying the donor could be… mafia?”

She sat down on my bed and I let out a little laugh "I know. I've just not had the chance to talk to my parents or anyone and since I'm not allowed to leave seeing them wasn't an option. Julius said I was in some kind of danger" I rolled my eyes and I heard her laugh. i just stared at her. "I'm sorry Vera. You married into a mafia family and now ur the wife of the now mafia don meaning your life would be in constant danger" I had my suspicions there were in the mafia ever since the day dad told me they could ruin him. The luxurious mansion added to my suspicions but she just confirmed it. "It's okay mother. It's all worth it "

He yells, and I start laughing hysterically. You obviously have no idea who the fuck I am, so allow me to introduce myself. I say just before delivering a powerful blow to his left face. "My name is Alessandro Gattani, Don of the American- Italian mafia and I'm shortly going to be the ruler of the Colombian Mafia". I tell him, and he gets a startled look in his eyes. Mr. Gattani, I'm sorry, I didn't know. He offers an apology as tears begin to form in his eyes.

All his life he'd worked hard for it and now he had a stable stand as the don of one of the world's most famous Russian Mafia. Gianna Moira Donovan is unlucky when it comes to love. She vows to never throw herself into the said pond of heartbreak after severe fallout with her childhood sweetheart. But a clash between a Mafia don and a Donovan in unfavorable conditions spirals despise and loss of hope to something else. Something agreeable? Something horrible?

Gladis mutters, “You’ve got the hot Don all to yourself and now a secret admirer?” I frown. “What exactly does ‘Don’ mean, anyway?” She sighs like I’ve just asked why the sky is blue. “You see this building?” She gestures around the club. “And the others like it around town? Let’s just say they’re part of a… network. Don Rafaele runs the La Corona de Sangue mafia ring.” I blink, the words barely sinking in. “He’s not just some club owner. He’s one of the most powerful men in Sicily. Maybe the most powerful. Everyone knows who he is, but no one dares speak against him. People vanish for less.”

he confessed. Emma cried even harder after hearing his words. "But you cannot keep me either" she whispered, her voice hoarse from all the crying. Luca tightened his arms around her further. "I will not lie to you kitten. I don't want you to have false hope. I will agree. If your father really sold you, then he must have signed a document, giving away all the rights on you to your buyer. In the mafia world, that's the only rule we follow. No one can break it. If the document is signed, then legally you now belong to the one who bought you. If I refuse to send you now, they will declare a war on me. You know as well as I do, about how would end. But I promise you kitten, you not going anywher

The child I held on to let out a cry, calling my attention that I was gripping his arm too hard. I glared at him and felt guilty when he whimpered. Poor kid didn’t deserve my anger. The man who ought to bear the brunt of it all, stood a few meters away, nodding at something some dude was bragging about. How could the public believe that someone as cold and heartless as that was donating to orphanages and doing charity? It was obviously a front. All pretense just so he could continue his shady mafia dealings right under the noses of everyone. “What the hell is that smell?” A very familiar nasty voice that I had come to hate almost as much as I hated Luciano’s annoying face.