Betrothed To The Mafia Lord นิยาย & เรื่องราว

CHAPTER 4 VITTORIA'S POV. I feel like my soul is getting out of my body right now. How did I end up committing such a big mistake? Now, I'm not just accidentally married to some random person, but I'm stuck in a marriage to Marcello Giordano, the cold and ruthless Mafia kingpin who doesn't think twice before snapping someone's head off in seconds of being offended. I know him very well. Of course, everyone in New York City knows a lot about him, but only a few have ever set eyes on him, if not for anything, for the fact that he's the first face on the FBI's most wanted list of criminals.

She walked a few paces away, planted a hand on her cocked hip and nailed both men with a hard look. "I'm listening." "Well," Brandon began, somewhat hesitant. She rose a brow at him, urging him on. "Frederico is with the mafia," he said on a slow exhale. Beth blinked. Blinked again, then squinted and tilted her head to the side. "Excuse me?" "Frederico is a member of the Mexican mafia." Beth's mouth fell open slightly. Her eyes darted between the two males whose very serious gazes were pinned on her. As silence reigned, her heart rate doubled.

I'd be able to blend back into society when I escape, and my face won't be all over the Internet as the bride of the Mafia Lord. That's right. My betrothed is the Mafia lord of this country. Of all people, it had to be the man whose reputation precedes him. It had to be the man who is rumored to make the sky rain blood on a good day. I've never spoken to him before, I have only seen a few glimpses of him.

I couldn't count how many times I'd had to run for my life while dragging Giorgia with me. She had developed the phrase for every time we needed to run. Giorgia. I took a sip of my whiskey, allowing the taste to linger on my tongue before I responded. "Tell me, Luca, what do you think about betrayal?" Luca's face grew serious, his eyes narrowing as he contemplated my question. "Betrayal," he spoke, his voice laced with conviction, "is the ultimate sin according to our mafia laws. It breaks the bond of trust we have and it's an act that cannot be forgiven."

I haven't really accepted the fact I had a husband, I was betrothed to someone I never knew or thought existed. A big part of me didn't like all this, but I was being treated well here. Like a queen, Armani Dante De' Luca was my husband, I find that very hard to believe. With the little information I tried finding, I found out he was the richest Mafia lord, let's not talk about the fact that he is was the most feared Mafia lord. I heard he was very brutal in his doings and doesn't show mercy.

Quinn asked. “Depends…. What did he do?” “Betrayaled the Famila and he raped a nine year old.” I looked at him in disgust. The Mafia was a gang of murders, thieves and robbers but they were what you could term, loyal and royal class thieves. Pedophiles are vermin to any Mafia mob with a boss that has a head on his shoulders. I stared into his eyes. My gaze had a dead aura to it. I was completely unfazed by my plans for him.

He has to share the good news to Valentino's Chairwoman. He dialed a number on his phone and it immediately connected, Johnny Mudrock's cold voice came out at the other end. "What is it, Butler Jameson?" He asked. "Actually, the young master is finally cure, and he is back to his old self, young mistress is really our lucky star, thanks to the Chairwoman for letting the young mistress get married to young master, everything has been going smoothly since the arrival of the young mistress, that is why I called to deliver the new to the Chairwoman."

" You should have left Clara out of this, she doesn't even know much about me, not to mention having an idea of what I did in the past, why do you have to drag her into this?,if you must avenge them then do it in the right way and with the right person which is me."Xavier tried talking sense into him with the thought that he is still the little brother who follows him around , but unknown to him the Ezekiel he was once familiar with was only a fake , a role perfectly played by this Mafia boss , a big time drug dealer Ezekiel Weston.

“Take a deep breath. We’ll get it back.” Tomasso Mitchell. That bastard. One of my Capos, the man I trusted, had the audacity to betray me. He was drowning in debt, desperate for cash, and instead of coming to me, he stole the one thing that mattered most to this family. If I find him, I will end him. “Where’s Fabio?” I snap, already marching toward my drawer. My fingers brush over the cold steel of my Glock as I pull it out and load it. Silvio whistles low. “Whoa, you’re really heading to Mitchell’s mansion?”

She furrowed her brows, leading me to her seat next to the pool. “You must love luxury.” I said and she chuckled. “I'm glad you're learning things about me quickly,I love luxury but I bet you're a better luxury than every other thing here.” She said, chuckling as I shook my head. “Let's have a deal Leah,” I paused, observing her expression and her movement. “What kinda deal? If it's gonna make me end up in your bed, I'm deal.” She replied, chuckling as I sighed. “I want you to be my mistress Leah, in exchange I want your loyalty concerning those sex tapes you have to promise not to send them anywhere, you have to destroy them.” I said and immediately she stood on her feet, her eyes staring d