Novel & Cerita Billionaire Mafia's Manny

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.

Jason owed too much to people who didn’t give second chances. That was when Dominic Knight entered her life. He wasn’t like the other mobsters Jason had gotten mixed up with. No, Dominic was on a completely different level. His name carried weight—billionaire businessman by day, shadowy mafia kingpin by night. And as the rumors whispered, something even darker. Some said he wasn’t entirely human, that his control over the city wasn’t just through money and fear, but something more primal. People called him the Wolf of the East End, but no one dared to say why.

It was the man she was bound to. Maruska Romanovich, Megan to some, tyrannical billionaire, also known as the harbinger of chaos among men of the underground. The mere whisper of his name struck fear in the bravest of hearts. The atrocities he has committed would put even the devil to shame. Even the world leaders dared not turn their attention on him, because of his deep-rooted connections within the dangerous Russian government.

He expressed to Liam that he hadn't no interest in the mafia's money, which boiled Liam's blood. He heaved a deep sigh to compose himself. He didn't need to put up with such shit. He could move mountains for his brothers. Yes! They were the leaders of a powerful mafia organization. Liam offered him help, not from mafia money. He was the owner of a construction business, hotels, restaurants and clubs in almost every major city around the world, along with several shipping companies, which are operated by his youngest brother Kairo in New York, London, Singapore and India. Danil left to make a call. "Good job Danny! Dan did not even get the feeling of suspicion." He said, patting his back.

Like a drumbeat marching towards my demise, the sound of heavy footsteps reverberated in the confined hallway, methodical and harsh. Something like panic replaced my father's customary arrogant confidence as his gaze darted towards the doorway. I saw a small tightening of his jaw, although it was subtle. The man who walked into the room caught me off guard. He was tall, and his broad shoulders were encircled by a sleek black suit that radiated might and riches. The way his icy-blue eyes scanned the room made me feel vulnerable, like if he could see into every dark corner of my life in an instant. His presence filled the room like a rising storm, and not a single strand of his dark hair was o

He threatened. My heart is so rapid I feel faint, but I push through it. "I won't go to the cops." "Don't do this. I can handle my debt," My father chimed in. I sent my father an icy glare. "Oh yeah? You think you would have done it the first time he expected his money. How stupid could you be to consider going to a mafia boss?" "I'm sorry, honey." My father apologized. I shook my head in disappointment. "Your daughter seems wise. I take it the smart gene came from the mother." The tattooed man chuckled hysterically.

I grinned, leaned forward, and whispered it aloud, my voice slinking around the numbers like silk. “Four hundred million dollars.” The sound of it made me giggle, an almost giddy sound bubbling out of me. I swayed in my seat, tipsy not from the wine but from the intoxicating thought of my extra wealth. Four hundred million. Mine. Every penny of it ripped from under Marcelo Bernardo’s nose. Marcelo. The great, merciless mafia lord. So feared. So respected. And yet, his bride-to-be had stripped him bare without him even realizing it. The irony was delicious.

Could it be a different Mario? "You mean Mario Bianchi - that tall, imposing figure?" I stammered, struggling to find the right words. Larissa nodded enthusiastically. "Yes! Let me show you." She pulled out her phone, displaying photos of Mario that decorated her screen. "This is the one! A trillionaire and heir to the Bianchi dynasty, a trillion-dollar empire with ties to the British monarchy and the American mafia. His brother is the infamous don." I listened, awestruck, as she continued.

Henshaw Snr's lips were darker than Richard's. "To what do we owe this gathering?" He asked, his voice commanding and making me tremble. My father was also afraid of him, standing before the mafia boss of Top Hills. The man was a crime lord and had been involved in a lot of embezzlement, stolen funds, and some other unthinkable deals. He later legalized his business, getting the government's support in this city. His wealth was unthinkable, immeasurable. Yet, he sat there, dressed casually like he was a poor man. But when he speaks, his voice was confrontational and assertive.

“Three? You want to make him offer us three billion dollars?” Magda noticed even Darya thought Dimi might be a bit over the top and she watched her hands shaking. Yup. Dimi was pissed on her behalf. It suddenly felt good to have the backing of the daughter of the most ruthless mafia kingpin in the country. “A billion each? Let’s find out if when a billionaire gets their first billion how long it takes for the devil to show up.” On the beach the girls had held an entire discussion whether earning a billion got you a deal with the devil and Magda found herself wondering if Dimi might have already made it. Her face was far more wicked than she’d ever seen it.