Books About The Italian Mafia の小説・ストーリー

The code was my date of birth. The knowledge barely registers in my head when I search through the things hidden in the safe. Cash, bars of gold, passports and two account books that arouse my interest. A few minutes after reading the books, my blood runs cold as I process the information in my head. I was now sure that my husband, Dante was involved in some shady business with some people but the worst part of it all was the fact that he was stealing from his own father and brother..... In the mafia, anything associated to betrayal was not a light crime and would be met with the worst punishment which was death. Why was he doing all of this?

Hi, my name is Yaszy:) This is my first ever Mafia story. There will be SA! If you get triggered easily this book isn't for you. Please don't leave rude comments, I am trying my best with writing this story. There will be: -Abuse -Sex -Violence -Mafia -Triggers I hope you enjoy!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~CHARACTERS~ Location of story: New York Alessio Rocco Romano -The father and is 50 years old. He has brown hair and blue eyes, and is the head of the Italian Mafia. He's dangerous when it comes to messing with one of his kids.

And it was too late for her to run away because she was caught before the chase could even begin. A bitter chuckle escaped her lips as she weakly held onto the table, her knees weakening as the realization finally sank in. Shan Moretti... is a Mafia.

But I cannot stop reading. “You will not believe it, but I have made Italy my second home since you left. I thought you were there, and I have been searching for you for months. Do you want to know why I did what I did? Do you want to know why I said I hated children?” I stop reading. My hands are trembling so badly now that the paper shakes. This is nonsense. Absolute nonsense. Why is he telling me this? Does he think I am stupid? Does he think his pretty words will work on me again? I want to stop reading. I want to throw the letter across the room and forget it exists. I already know why he hates children. It is because he lost his baby. That is all. Is that what he wants to tell me? That

Ryan replied, still with his smile. Remy took in the comment, turned, and faced the window. She was getting into his skin… no, she had gotten far too deep into his skin, and this wasn't how it was meant to be. He was the almighty Mafia lord, and he shouldn't be attached to anyone.

I couldn't take the suffocation I felt. My father didn't stop me. He simply sighed as I made my way past him and into the family room. I wanted to laugh at the irony. I sat on the couch and stared at the piano. I wanted to play but I knew the moment I touched that piano I would break down. I had no room for emotion in my life right now. I was going to be the biggest Mafia Don this world had ever seen. Mafia Dons have no room for emotions or family. My father taught me that early on. “Good Evening Master, Neko is making Dinner. Would you like me to play you a song?” Ayla questioned as she spotted me staring at the Grand Piano.

"Yeah, the name sounds familiar. If I had to guess, he's probably the head of a big gangster in Brooklyn." Bella closed her mouth. Her guess was the same. His appearance was not far from the gangsters in movies. Neat, arrogant, and cold. "What if you're being targeted to be kidnapped and sold into the human trafficking market?" Darrell teased. "Hey, why are you scaring me?" Bella pouted. Darrell burst out laughing. "I'm just kidding. Or maybe he's fallen in love with you. Ah, so romantic. An innocent girl chased by a ruthless and cold mafia boss." Bella sneered. Until now, she couldn't conclude Marco Vilante's intentions.

"Who master Max?" "Nothing." How is that woman knows that Omega? Maximillian asks himself. After an hour of travelling, Maximillian arrived at the manor of his clan, where Nostra Adamus mafia clan can be found far away from the city. Legis opened his door for him, when Maximillian got out of the car, his waiting people immediately bowed and greeted him, Maximillian walked straight ahead with Legis following him in the back. "Did Mr. Sanchez, agreed on our terms?" Maximillian ask.

As Sherly sifted through the stack of documents on her desk, her brows furrowed in concentration. Two days had passed since the ball, yet the memory of the mysterious figure who had glared at George lingered in her mind like a haunting specter. She couldn't help but think of that man since she felt that he wasn't simple at all. He is part of the Vile Mafia; she knows it. However, for some reason, according to the information she had, she was part of the Rui Lin Mafia before.

“What you know as the mafia now is a better version of what it was in our grandfather’s time. Back then, the bloodbath and killings were much worse. A lot of people think like Balandin, too many members of our family sacrificed their lives for the peace we’re experiencing today. The greed for power and supremacy runs in the vein of each mafia clan, even to this day.” “Before grandad passed away when I was seven, he handed down his journal to me, told me I must keep it safe. It took me years to finish all the gruesome details of the Italian mafia history in his time. Dad had an older brother, Theo, and he was supposed to lead the family business, but the Russians got him - executed him. It wa