Novel & Cerita Billionaire Mafia's Manny

Apollo says looking at her. She just glared and then said, "Next time I won't be saying a shit at either one of your funerals the only thing I'm going to do is make sure you are dead," she glares at them while all our girls laughs at their faces. "Okay moving on, it turns out the man was the son of one of England's most riches but he stole billions from his father to become the biggest mafia boss in the world when his father found out he was already gone. Michael was traveling from country to country to recruit men under a false name, of course, that's how he found Hector." Aris told us as he sits down.

linked furiously like one under the sun at the paper. The letters squirmed like a snake as I stared at them. 100 MILLION DOLLARS. I couldn’t believe what my eyes were seeing. How could my grandpa owe them, this huge amount of money? I looked at them. They were all in black. I didn’t need anyone to tell me that they were the mafia. This must be a mistake. It wasn’t possible. I wasn’t going to believe anything they had said.

“Who was the contract then given after I rejected it?” The prime minister shrugged. “Well, it was only hierarchal that the mantle fell on chief Giovanni Piero…as much as I can remember, he made no direct calls or indicated hidden interest personally.” “Chief Giovanni…” Chief Alegra mumbled as he racked his head for the image of him in his head. “You don’t know chief Giovanni?” prime minster asked with surprise. Who doesn’t know chief Giovanni. A ruthless wealthy man, shady and does underground deals yet manages to never get caught.

He gave an evil smirk and walked right toward me. "Please don't touch her" Dad pleaded, and he came close, towering above me like a high wall. He grabbed my jaw, turning my face from one side to the other as if he were examining me. I was scared as hell as I was standing face-to-face with the man, I later learned his name is Mace Hunter, the billionaire cartel leader of New York City. Mom's chemotherapy milked us dry, and our family finances depleted in a matter of months. Dad became so desperate and determined to save his wife that he didn't think twice before borrowing from the devil himself.

His voice was stern, cutting through the air with an accusing tone. Confusion clouded my mind. "Who are you talking about?" I asked, hoping to clarify the situation, but he seemed to ignore my question. "You might be in the wrong room, sir," I said calmly, trying to maintain composure despite the tension in the air. "Harvey Knight, Aria is my daughter. I am Rocco Marino," he declared, his words hitting me like a thunderbolt. Rocco Marino—the notorious mafia boss and one of the wealthiest CEOs in the business world. His nickname, "The Rock," resonated with fear and respect in the underworld.

I woke up to a man’s voice. When I opened my eyes, Milo was standing in front of his floor-to-ceiling bedroom windows in nothing but a pair of dark jeans. He was shirtless, showcasing his powerful back and tattoos. His phone was against his ear, and he was speaking to someone on the other end of the line. He used an intimidating tone, which meant he was discussing mafia business. It was crazy to think the gangster wasn’t even thirty. Yet, he had so much money he could drop hundreds of thousands of dollars for a woman he was just fucking. He was rich, dangerous, and so powerful that even my father feared him. He had such a profound impact on people.

And i'm sitting on the loveseat. Half way through the movie Kaizer suddenly spoke. "Oh, Dude can we talk to you about some business?" he asks stressing the last word then glancing my way making me frown. That definitely means something. "Just say it she'll know about it anyways" Xavier state. "She's part of her family's org. so you guys have nothing to hide from her" he continues and it drowns into me. They are also part of the mafia Xavier runs. With that said all three of them turned to me with surprise. "Who knew the famous Cloudethe Raze Mariano is a mafia princess" Sebastian state making me chuckle. "Yeah..a princess you gotta be scared of" Xavier commented meaningfully making all of ou

I was mad to my bones but I couldn't do anything or I would be starting a war in a land I am not entirely familiar with. “We have a 6 million, 6 million do we have 7 million?... 10 million, the man at the back said 10 million, 10 million, do we have 11 million?... 13 million! 13 million going once, going twice...SOLD!!!”, The auctioneer said and the crowd of old men gave a round of applause. The man who just spent 13 million dollars in buying her is a retired congressman, he was married with 3 children but he kept multiple mistresses. His wife was aware of his little escapades but there is little she could do.

"Volkov? He never meets with Italians." "Apparently, your old man fucked things up worse than we thought." Mario's laugh was bitter. "Viktor's got a bounty on his head. The entire Bratva wants him dead or dragged back to Moscow in pieces." ‘Merda.’ No wonder Viktor had been moving like a ghost, striking from shadows. He wasn't just running from me—he was running from his own people. "How much?" "Fifty million. American." I whistled low. That kind of money meant Viktor had done something unforgivable. In the Russian mafia, there were lines even monsters didn't cross.

And the screen flooded with headlines. “Valentino Heir Tied to Arms Trade Allegations?” “Mystery Surrounds Billionaire’s Underground Connections.” “Marco Valentino: The Smile Behind a Shadow Empire.” Mia’s stomach dropped. Photo after photo. Clean suits. Lavish charity events. Political galas. And always—behind him—men who looked like they belonged on watchlists, not runways. One article mentioned Sicily. Another, a missing businessman. Then a smaller headline caught her eye: