Novel & Cerita Belonging To The Mafia Don

He stopped midsentence. "No actually my the leader of-" He stopped. "Fuck." "Just tell me ? I don't bite-" She gave him a sweet smile and he relaxed. "Mila, I'm the Don of the Mexican Mafia." That seemed to hit her like a ton of bricks, It was him. The father of her unborn child, her first- There was only one Mexican Mafia, there couldn't be any other. She knew the Mafia prince had taken over after Tiberio passed away so this was him.

My father glared at my captor named Enzo. Enzo glared back. “It’s better to let her know now and you know I’m right.” He replied harshly. My father sighed tiredly “Tell me what…..” I asked cautiously. “Enzo is like a son to me and also the current don of this mafia, meaning that you have to be wed to him.” My father said. My eyes bulged out in shock. “What?!” Enzo leaned back in his seat, his piercing dark eyes scanning my face intently as he watched my reaction.

I said, more like snapped at me. “Relax tigress. There’s no need to get all worked up. I joined the Mafia when I was fifteen.” He answered. My eyes almost bulged out when I heard what he said. “Pretty young right?” He asked. “Yes. What made you join them?” I asked, every word dripping with both curiosity and surprise. “My father was a Mafia don. When I was fifteen, he was killed along with my mom by one of his most trusted friends. So, I had to take his position as the new Mafia don so secure power and authority in my family.” He said.

Dom was making a name for himself in the culinary world, and Bianca also knew that the baggage he carried, being the son of the internationally notorious Mafia Don, Lucien Delano, came with its own weight. The immense pressure on him to succeed made him lose weight, and he looked hassled. This evening, Dominick was at the restaurant, looking a little more stressed than usual, as he looked around. The reason for his anxiety became clear as the doors swung open and the Mafia Don walked in, as commanding as ever, his demeanour suggesting he was the one ruling the world. And holding his hand, or rather, the other way round, was his Woman, the voluptuous Proserpina.

DON VINCENZO’S POV~ “It wasn't always like this, but this generation mafia's birth ruined the brotherhood's real meaning and the greatness of the old ways. You have all softened over time you have never felt the sweetness, the raw power of the mafia, now everyone is a fucking rat, greedy bastard’s everywhere, the mafia where I was a young boy is what I will instil in Tomas but the bitches I married and bore are hell-bent on making my boy! My only boy! Turn soft. Women have always been owned either by their fathers’ husbands or sons! they are beneath us, as they should be!” I paused and licked my lips, nostalgia hit me and I leaned a little more on my cane. Giving this bitch my blood might ju

I replied as I wiped my tears “Maybe he was right, you are a dangerous person and I am an innocent one. You know the difference between you and I? I save lives and you end lives. I can’t see how this will work out. It is best you stay away from me. LET ME BE ZACH WESTLEY” With no other word, I turned back to my door and walk into my house slamming the door at his face. Maybe if he was different, we could have made it. He is a mafia and a killer. He runs the Italian mafia for gods sake, that is nothing I can take lightly.

I still don't understand how such a small body can contain such a large amount of rage. Then two months later he was found dead. I flinch at the harsh reminder. If someone had told me six months ago that my cousin would wind up dead from working with the Greek mafia, I would have asked for a hit of whatever drugs they were on. But here I am, in a complicated relationship with the head of the freaking Greek mafia helping him discover the traitor in his organisation that also killed my cousin. It feels like a fever dream. I need to get off this bed and figure this shit out, it's the only way I'd be able to move on with my life.

That name was too well-known to forget. He was no ordinary man. He was dangerous. He was known across the criminal world as La Bestia. As the Mafia Don of the Romano Empire, he ruled a vast underworld of power and violence that stretched across Europe and into America. His organization controlled everything from arms trafficking and money laundering to private security firms, luxury hotels, and international shipping. The mere mention of his name made powerful men rise to their feet or drop to their knees. And women? He took them, used them, and threw them away like they meant nothing.

The way she said my name nearly unraveled me. The sound of my phone ringing suddenly interrupted us. I closed my eyes briefly in irritation. Aria laughed softly against my mouth before standing to use the bathroom. “This better be important,” I said coldly. “One of our men traced the tattoo,” he said immediately. “It belonged to an old Italian mafia faction,” he continued. “That’s why you recognized it.” A pause. “Who ran it?” My jaw tightened. “The Old Don’s brother, Luigi.” “That’s impossible, he’s dead.” A cold feeling settled in my chest

They were worlds apart. I hesitated but nodded. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Felix eyeing Daniel, a silent warning. Whether Daniel noticed it or not, he didn't show it. He leaned in, his platinum blonde hair falling across his face. For a moment, I found myself captivated by his beauty, almost forgetting I was speaking to a man. But his next words snapped me back to reality. “Alexander is a mafia don. A very dangerous one who kills without remorse. Drug trafficking, money laundering, murder, assassinations, arms smuggling, bribery, corruption—anything evil you can think of, you can link it to him. Alexander is a devil from hell, I tell you!”