Billionaire Mafia's Manny Novels & Stories

I mutter dejectedly, somehow agitated by the fact that with James' reappearance, I am only reminded of the fact that I have been such a fool when it comes to choosing men. James and I weren't together for a long time before he disappeared. The truth is, that he is the man that my father wanted me to marry. He is the current boss of the most dominant mafia group in the UK, and with his support by our side, my father was set to make billions through an alliance between our families.

He smiles. Greco Mancini is a sixty-five years old Sicilian Patrician of Sicily, Italy; word has it that he doesn't only handle clean money but also dirty money. He's a scary man, but right here and now, the dangerous man looks clean and excited about his son's arrival after five years.

Jo asked and I nodded my head. Jo laughed, “You should not be! We have one of the biggest mafia organizations in the world! The biggest in the state. This isn't up to half of our members. This are the ones based here in New York City!” Jo explained. I suddenly don’t want to meet the people anymore. How can I stand in the presence of all these people? I somehow respect Xander now. How can you lead such a number of people and still run two companies at the same time?

"Stop crying, you idiot, we're going to have to serve the crazy rich Richard Smith world soon." Her words just now managed to make me laugh out loud. However, when I realized the name Natty had mentioned, I was hit by reality again. I was slapped by the fact that my life had been really miserable. The fact that there was a family named Richard Smith who was nicknamed crazy rich, as well as a woman named Sara Smith who chose to live a miserable life with an asshole man for years, made me shed tears again with my chest feeling very tight.

, the maid asked me politely. "No. I will have it when Rain and Amber wake up.", I told her as I concentrated on my newspaper. I looked at the newspaper to see my face with Amber and Rain in it with the headline 'Who is the mystery girl and child with the billionaire Damien Black?' I ignored the news and read the newspaper further. Now if I think I have reached very far. Yes I inherited the mafia business from my father but the multi-billion dollar company was made by me from scratch and I have worked hard to became the mafia king.

"Charlie was almost kidnapped recently, so I was so panicked that I lost control." Manuel's mouth curved into a faint, ironic smile. He stared directly into Emma's eyes, which clearly showed her anxiety. His expression seemed arrogant and crazy, "Are you afraid I'll kill you?" "Don't talk nonsense. The kid is still here..." Emma's shoulders trembled, pulling Charlie back a few steps. Although she tried to appear calm, her beautiful eyes betrayed her inner turmoil. Emma was naturally cautious of this man named Manuel. Who wasa he? The head of a mafia organization that owned the largest casino in Italy, even the police dare not interfere with their business.

She spoke loudly and clearly so Svetlana could hear every single word. "Viktor Sokolov," Amelia announced into the open line, reading the name directly from the top of the handwritten page. "He is the supreme commander of the Bratva in Moscow, and he is your direct superior. You secretly wired three million dollars out of his personal retirement fund last year to cover your own massive gambling debts in Macau." The heavy silence on the other end of the line was absolute. Svetlana did not laugh, and she did not issue any more arrogant threats.

Back then, the Bancroft Syndicate was everywhere in the headlines, especially after Gregory Bancroft, Sebastian’s father and the former head, died in a tragic accident. Her father had explained that, yes, the Bancroft Syndicate was a mafia organization, but unlike what most people assumed, they didn’t operate through outright illegal means. Instead, they functioned as a powerful, highly secretive elite group, controlling business empires, politics, and financial systems through legal yet morally gray methods. As she grew older, she heard more about them. Many feared the Bancroft family, and no one dared cross them. Some even whispered about people who had mysteriously disappeared after going

The surprisingly handsome man smiled, flashing his teeth kindly as the orange butt of his cigarette glowed and went out before he blew a ring of smoke at me. The dreaded prince of the mafia, I’d heard stories of his odd fancies, how he liked toying with his targets, his thirst for their flesh in particular. None of the cannibalism allegations ever stuck, but I knew almost instantly that he was the one I had to be careful for. The indigo-eyed billionaire with the lithe frame of an athlete, of a snake. “Afraid I cant return the welcome, I dare say I am quite put out by your presence.” I gritted, watching the man clap each others backs as though I had just told the funniest joke they’d ever he

Mia, without thinking twice, hopped in and sat by Corinth Wade. The interior of the car was so cosy and comfortable. The leather seats served a therepeutical and luxurious warmth that only the rich could afford. The driver closed the door after Mia got in and the vehicle drove away after a moment. Corinth, a fifty- eight old medium built man, was a billionaire mafia who controlled cross boarder trade across the country. He was well invested in real estate and government bonds. He knew when to invest, when to hold back and when to reap fruits of his investments. Let's just say, he was fucking wealthy and sat atop of the world.