Novel & Cerita Billionaire Mafia's Manny

"Oh come on. A big ring like that couldn't cost only three grand." Fuck. Just keep up with your lie. Do something! "Okay, it was a couple thousand dollars. You're in the mafia?" I say, circling back, avoiding the question. "Zenali. I'm the head of the mafia." he says confidently. "That's cool." I say, smiling. "You didn't answer my question though. He in the big leagues or what?" he says, leaning down to look me directly in the eyes. "No. He owns a couple businesses around the world. Makes good money." I say.

he asked as he examined me. “No, I'm okay, thank you,” I replied politely. I didn’t want to give up on him because I didn’t know what he had in store for me. He nodded and beckoned for one of his men to come. I stared at his suit. It was screaming affluence. It was then that I remembered what the internet said when I decided to look him up. "BRYCE GILBERT BILLIONAIRE. OWNER OF THE BIGGEST CONGLOMERATE IN THE COUNTRY, ROURMED TO BE THE LEADER OF THE POWERFUL GILBERT MAFIA GANG"

I'm thinking the last one was pretty spot on. " I mean- He's just Killian Russel.. a ruthless billionaire who does whatever he wants " He nodded his head. " Interesting.... " He said and I stood up. Walking away from him I silently went into a room which was just Madam A and Delilah. Madam A didn't notice me a since she was turned and Delilah didn't either. She banged her stick. " Again " Delilah prepped herself before she turned swinging her back leg up but failing to hold it.

“You wanted to talk with us.” “We did. Please take a seat.” They nodded and sat opposite my large oak desk in the chairs next to Mulvey. “First my apologies for taking so long in finding out who caused all of this shit for the both of you. But they seemed to be somewhat of a ghost ” “So did you manage to find out who they were?” “We did. Mulvey managed to track down our ghost.” “And who is this ghost?” “A guy known well on the mafya world Orion Miller, does his name mean anything to you?”

said Abeni nervously. Elena leaned in closely towards Abeni across the dining table and lowered her voice. "Dmitry Kuznetsov is the leader of one of the biggest mafia groups in New York at just 35..." revealed Elena dramatically. "Mafia!" exclaimed Abeni in shock. "Yes, mafia. He literally owns the whole city - clubs, casinos, hospitals, schools, supermarkets, hotels, cars - literally everything," explained Naledi seriously. Abeni's face froze in fear. "So you're telling me my father borrowed money from a mafia leader..." she said slowly.

Dante had told her that Linda was to meet with some boss today, but she was going to be taking Linda’s place and strike light conversations and also find out about the suitcase. They arrived in a private section, and a man sat on the big couch while smoking; his eyes were closed, and he was massaging his temples. “Boss,” the man who brought Lena called, and the man on the couch opened his eyes. He was in his early thirties and also very tall. His gaze moved to Lena, and he chuckled, “Come here, sweetheart,” he called. From his accent, Lena could tell at once that this man was an American. The man was known as Lucky Luciano, the top mafia of America, and also Nero’s biggest nemesis. For so lo

“So over the years, these small amounts and profits included, all sum up to fifty seven billion dollars.” “The fuck?!” Magnus cursed. “You've got to be kidding me.” Marionette, another woman scoffed. “Seventeen years?!” “Ohh Calm everyone.” I laughed. “You are yet to hear the best part.” A pause lingered again, and this time, I could fell the anger seeping from them. “He’s successfully managed to set up his own syndicate.” “Isn't this wonderful?” I asked no one in particular. Everyone was too stunned to speak after all. “And guess what? Our newest mafia lordess or rather Lord, is in our midst today.”

Marco answered suddenly, looking a tad bit frustrated. The sound of laughter suddenly echoed through the whole room, making me take a few steps away from the man on instincts. He slowly clutched his stomach, his body trembling as he let out a loud, hysterical laughter. André suddenly put himself between me and the man, making me frown in more confusion. "André fucking Wolfe!!" He exclaimed with a sinister grin on his face. "Who would have thought that this billionaire also runs a fucking mafia?" He gritted his teeth at the last word.

All she could gather was that this man was really wealthy, highly influential and a narcissistic whore who leaves a trail of heart-broken women in his wake. “Disgusting pig”, she sighed before opening the new message that popped up on her screen, her informant had dropped something for her and she wasted no time to go to her mailbox. She opened the attachment and was surprised yet completely appreciative of how detailed the information there was. Apparently, Marco De Luca was multi-billionaire who owned enterprises and conglomerates all over New York and the world at large. He was a very important man and what caught the attention of Alessa was that he was a mafia…actually, he was the mafia

My best friend, my partner in crime (well, figuratively speaking), and the one person who could always brighten my day no matter what. I parked my car right next to one of the many luxurious cars lining the parking lot and stepped out, smoothing down my dress and taking a deep breath. The idea of seeing Emilia after so long made my heart race with excitement, but there was also a small knot of unease in my stomach. Mansions like this didn’t belong to ordinary people, and Emilia’s vague descriptions of her “boss” who turned out to be Alaric Castillo, was anything but ordinary. One of the most feared and ruthless Capo in the mafia.