Novel & Cerita Billionaire Mafia's Manny

“And you don’t know which one.” “I know it’s mine,” I say. “That’s enough.” Antonio’s eyes flick to Nico. “You let Kane touch what’s ours?” Nico’s voice is flat. “She’s ours. Both of ours. The child is ours. End of discussion.” Antonio’s smile thins. “You turned your back on family for a billionaire whore.” Victor’s hand finds mine under the table. Squeezes once—warning. I lean forward. “I’m here to offer peace. You get to keep your empire—mostly. Nico steps away clean. No price on his head. Victor pulls his financial strings—your ports, your laundering, your offshore accounts stay untouched. In return, you leave us alone. All three of us. Forever.”

Aware that I crossed the line today, a massive regret was coming on my way. . In a factory building for stuffed toys, the owner welcomed me with open arms. He was older than me by two years, robust in his features, and his arms were covered with tattoos. His neatly trimmed mustache and beard which was a trend these days gave him the aura of a dangerous man. Indeed, he was dangerous for this factory for fluffy toys were only his facade. He was Martin Mancini, half Italian half American, leader of one of the biggest mafia in Italy. My friend, my big brother.

6 million dollars. "You can ask the doctor. She is my twin and without proper treatment she will-" "You seem to think I care. What is it to me if she doesn't make it?" He gives her a genuine side glance. Mateo was appointed the Mafia prince title for a good reason. He knew what investments to make, how to double them and what missions to follow through with. Not once had he let down the organisation by making foolish mistakes. The fact that this girl seemed to think he would choose to make them now, rubbed him off the wrong way. He prefers not to take on things he won't benefit from and at this particular moment, he saw nothing gainable.

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“I hope Lawrence doesn’t find you. Move to a different place after your grandfather’s surgery.” “That’s exactly what I’m thinking. I’m scared he might look for me. I don’t even know anything about them. I don’t know what they’re capable of.” “For your information, Lawrence is a billionaire. He’s the only son and his father is in the Mafia.” I was speechless after Sir Anthony dropped me off. The words billionaire and Mafia kept echoing in my head. “Are you alright, my dear?” My grandfather tapped me gently and sat beside me. “If you're worried about the money for my treatment---”

It was safer and attracted less noise. “Are you enjoying the view?” Megan asked happily, and Amelia nodded, flashing her a smile. “The view is really beautiful, Megan, and the people here seem really rich.” “Wealthy,” Megan corrected, passing her a drink. “You know, Maximo is a full-time Zillionaire, and for the time being, he is the only recorded Zillionaire. He is not after our family’s wealth. The welcome party is just to welcome him back because my father had always wanted that, and to also announce him as the upcoming mafia Lord.”

I owe him fifty grand because of that stupid whore taking off with everything I had, trusting the wrong mousy little bitch and letting myself get distracted, but Alexi Carrero has a reputation that precedes him in the underworld. He’s the stuff nightmares are made of, and I literally just became something he owns. It’s a hard pill to swallow. Head of his mafia family, operating under the guise of businessman, but anyone worth their weight in cocaine in this world knows that he’s the New York go to man if you want to conduct any business in this city at all. Without his blessing and greasing of palms you may as well get out of Dodge.

Andrea's pov. “ You have one week to pay us back or you submit yourself to be a sex slave for our mafia gang!” He said as tears dripped through my cheeks. I was kneeling before Romano. The leader of the undisputed mafia gang in the city of New York. People hated entering into his trap because it doesn't usually end well. But how would I know that Dad owed him $10 million dollars and even signed me off to them if I couldn't pay.

If there was anything his father, Diego Steele, hates, besides his mother, it was loosing money. Owner to the biggest company, Steele Empire and arguably the most richest business man in the country, one would think his father would be less bothered about loosing a few dollars, but no. In his father’s words, ' that’s someone’s pay'. Things had been going so well, until Vito had decided to betray him and sell the cargo to another buyer over a few dollars. Any other mafia would have killed him for double crossing them, and he would have, but, He felt that his uncle, Marco Steele was behind it, though he was yet to confirm it.

<<<<<<>>>>>> ~PAIGE MATHEWSON~ Dadda is patting his cheeks with his damp handkerchief as we stand in front of the giant mahogany double doors that will lead us to the altar. "Are you crying because your darling baby is getting married or because she is getting married to Dante Russo?" I ask him. He blows his nose and gives me a flat look, but my dear old man answers the question nevertheless. "A little of both." I smile at him.