Belonging To The Mafia Don Romane & Geschichten

What a poor way treatment. ‘Come on, Ronin, this was not how I was expecting to be treated by a mafia don. Manipulative Don, was not my ideal!’ I scoffed. Then i took a careful step towards him. “I have heard that mafia dons are obsessed with having mistresses.” I chined up, levelling my gaze up to steal a look with him. “But don’t you think that’s too low for you. I mean making your own son’s ex-girlfriend, your mistress! Imagine how bad you’ll have an impression on the world.” I clicked my tongue, smiling at him, I crossed my arms on my chest.

Luca Martinelli was the fucking boogeyman. "Bloody smart idiot," I grumbled under my breath as I gave up looking for any information on him. From what I saw on Antonio's search, he was the Don of the Martinelli familia. The biggest crime family of the Italian, Russian, and Mexican mafias. I didn't want to admit but I was impressed. Luca covered his tracks well, making it seem like the Martinelli familia fell after Antonio's sudden disappearance. I sighed, having seen enough, and closed all tabs, removing everything from the search history too.

“Papa, this is Selene.” The air shifted. He didn’t move, didn’t speak. He just looked at me, gaze steady and piercing, like he could peel away every secret I’d ever had. And in that silence, realization hit me like a bullet. Her father wasn’t just a man. He was someone powerful. Someone dangerous. He was a mafia lord. The dining hall was too grand to feel real, like I’d stepped into the pages of a history book. A chandelier of dripping crystal hung above us, scattering golden light across a table long enough to host a small army.

“Do you know what he is into?” Maria asked, I nodded no. It hasn't been up to a day since Cassian came to my rescue, that wasn't enough time to know everything about him. “So you really do not know anything about him” “What about him? Maria” “Mr. Cassian is one of the youngest brutal Dons in the Mafia colony, he often attended some of the parties that were held for some of the cartel leaders” Maria said. I let out a little laughter. There was no way Cassian could hurt a person. Maria's suggestion that he is involved in the Mafia means that Cassian must have killed so many people to get the title Don.

“It's not like I'm asking you to do anything?” I raised my brow at her, She definitely got shit under their sleeves. “Lucy out with it ?”. “There's this Mafia…” I shook my head, “ Nuh uh, don't even bring anything related to Mafia's here” “It would benefit you, the man is the Italian Mafia boss direct link, he's definitely Jonah's brother boss” “Are you listening to yourself right now, Lucy “ “Yes, I'm just saying “. “What are you implying exactly, hit the nail”

“You don’t want the answer.” “Don’t tell me what I want.” I poured her a glass of water and set it on the desk between us. “The Mafia isn’t a charity, Lucia. It’s a war zone dressed up in Italian suits. Women die here just like men do. Sometimes faster.” “So they were all just… collateral?” I looked her dead in the eye. “Yes.” Her lips parted, disbelief written all over her face.

The eight Dons; Moncho, Raphael, Chevy, Clyde, Apache, Columbo, Carmine, and Bugsy, were all either involved in shady deals or had one selfish reason to the other, as to why Caddaric should be destroyed. “The monster. He is indeed worse than his father,” the oldest amongst them, Don Columbo remarked. The younger ones had not seen Casper in action until the video of Lord Night went viral among the mafia groups. “They are even two now. Who is the other guy?” Don Chevy asked from the video call. Moncho was the only one among them who attended the ruined wedding and knew a few things. All he wanted was Juliet, for which reason he was ready to go with whichever plan these dons hatched. He respond

“That’s helpful. Did you overhear them say anything specific? Anything that stood out?” Sylvania hesitated. “Yes,” she said quietly. “One of them said something like… ‘The Don will be pleased.’ It sounded important, like whoever this ‘Don’ is, they were working for him.” Kamala went silent on the other end of the line, her mind racing. She knew the name “The Don.” It wasn’t just a name; it was a title; a shadowy figure tied to organized crime, someone who operated in secret and held power over a dangerous network. This wasn’t just a random robbery; this was the Mafia.

He sighed again, "Have you heard of the mafia?" Even though I had guessed this fact already, my heart stilled. The man I liked was in the fucking mafia. I nodded slowly. "Half of this country is occupied by us. The Italian Mob. The Cosa Nostra. Call it what you want. The other half is the Russians'." He supplied quietly, then something seemed to get ignited in him, and his eyes flared. "The mafia is my family. My father was the head - the Don - earlier. Now I am."

'' (kitten) I was still recovering from his revelations and here he is, threatening my life as if I was a little mouse inside the lion's den who'll try to escape. ‘’What did you just call me?!’’ I realize that he just threw another insult but the door in his room already slammed shut. ‘’Ugh!’’ I rubbed my face roughly with my hands, wondering what hell fate is planning for me now. I still believe that someone is watching over me, Mom would be so disappointed in me for having my life tangled with these mafia families. First the Russians and now the Italians. This was nothing new to me, I was just shocked to know that he was the Don. I thought the Don of the Italian mafia was Santino. This doe