Novel & Cerita Billionaire Mafia's Manny

she says. "You want me along?" Jay asks as we step into the metal box. "You'd better." She's focused on the closing doors. "If Valeriya calls her father to tell him I threatened her, there might be trouble." "Who is he?" I say. Her eyes twinkle in amusement, a smile playing at the edges of her lips. "Russian mafia. Your favorite." "Think they could have taken your product?" I suggest. "Doubtful. They use my business in Russia to clean their money. But it's good to be sure." As the elevator doors open, she exits.

"Yes, I am angry. Who does he think he is? He demanded 10%. Isn't it too much?" David ranted angrily. All the others adjusted in their seats uncomfortably. "If you don't like it, then choose another route. It's useless to bitch behind his back like a housewife" Peter Jackson, the mob boss who controls the Chicago underworld said sarcastically. He is one among the ten, along with Luca and Matteo. He too likes Luca and respects the guy a lot. Luca is younger than Peter by a couple of years.

Dread settled in the pit of my stomach as I approached the entrance, my mind racing with possibilities. I cautiously pushed open the door to our apartment, my heart pounding still. Stepping inside, I was met with an unexpected sight, my eyes widening in horror: a man standing over my disheveled father who was bound to a chair, his face contorted in pain. I saw that the man towering over him had a machete in hands and was aiming for my father’s arm. My breath caught in my throat as I recognized the man standing over my father instantly: the renowned CEO of Williams group of company, and the mafia boss who ran our city he was also the most eligible bachelor everyone fawned over, Alexander Will

Zeno stared at the clean bundles of money stashed up in the bag and he couldn't believe someone could have this amount of money just lying around in a bag. Zeno went quiet for a while, not that he was considering their offer, but he knew that once he accepted it, his freedom for life would be gone. That's how the mafia world worked; they never let anyone who had done their dirty deeds go scot-free, and he wasn't naive enough to think that if he ended up taking the money and somehow managed to kill Sebastian, they would just let him go. No, he knew better. If he accepted, Sebastian would be dead, and the money would be enough to cover his Nana's medical bill, which would be killing two birds

Third Person Pov: Thomas Allen is one of the most ruthless leaders in the mafia gang Hayden Wren heads. Its known as 'Python'. Recently, there's been a fued between the two, hence; Thomas moved to Dubai. The members of the gang thought things would dissolve over time... but it didn't. Communication seized between the two for the past two years. Now, Thomas is back to set things right.

"One week after Mr. Bened died, a lot of money went into the company that brought the company out of its slump. You bought all of Mr. Bened's shares and became the sole owner of the company." I asked, "What's weird?" "After buying the stock, the stock price immediately shot up. Then, try..." Joshua pulled out all the documents, he picked through the photos. He takes one photo from there. “Well, have a look. Documents for the entry of funds to the company. $1,600,000, came from Alfiano Mancini.” "Who is Alfiano Mancini?" I asked. "A member of the Mancini Mafia family." "So you think Father's company cooperates with the mafia in doing business?" I asked, looking away.

It's somewhat unusual for a mafia 'girlfriend' to attend a business meeting, but most of Manuel's colleagues have gotten used to seeing me at these meetings. Manuel Ramirez is top of the food chain; he commands unlimited respect and is allowed to bring whomever he wants to a business meeting. He's one of the most dangerous men in the world. Wealthy beyond belief, his money is acquired through drugs and human trafficking. But he's also an arms dealer and a smart investor. He takes me everywhere and his men have gotten used to talking in front of me. None know of our arrangement. It's a good one. I keep him safe and he pays me well.

Broken by the Billionaire Mafia JOHN's POV Muscular six packs, raven black hair, ice blue eyes and an enchanting smile to steal the ladies hearts. That was John Pillari. Louis Vuitton shirt, Gucci shoes and the 2021 designer trousers from Virgil Abloh. I jumped out of my Ferrari and threw the key to my bodyguards. Walking into my luxury mansion my servant bowed in respect as I made my way heading to my bedroom. My door knob twisted as I turned the knob and walked into my bedroom. This is one of my numerous Mansions. I own numerous penthouses, clubs, beach houses, private jets and others I barely remember until the need arises.

Uno said confidently, further fueling Manuela's irritation. "Read it." Manuela read the contract, her brow furrowing at several clauses. She looked up at Uno, who was now smoothing his wet hair. "My father owed you six million, but in this contract, you're paying me for acting as your wife? Are you serious? I'm going to pretend to be your wife because my father owed you money, and you're going to pay me? Are you insane?" Manuela exclaimed angrily. Uno looked at her. "Instead of being grateful, you call me insane? Tss! Being the wife of someone like me is no joke. I'm a mafia boss, so there will be times your life is in danger, so that money is my compen—"

"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.