Novel & Cerita Claimed By The Mafia Boss

He most likely is a bastard. We were greeted by a small brunette and a big man with strong shoulders as we knocked on the oak door. As he shook the man's hand, the father grinned. These are probably the parents. Father gave me a nod. "It's my daughter here. Alessandro Ferrari She is the mafia boss in Italy." Although I did, they failed to notice the contempt in his words.

I just shook my head at him and smiled a little. "Eh? What type are you Reian? I heard that the 1st Mafia Boss here is handsome...what's his name?" Brenda asked Maureen, Maureen pouted as if she was thinking deeply. "Hellion....ah yes! Hellion, I heard he is the most handsome in the whole Mafia World hehehe" They both giggled. Even I was surprised by what they said but I couldn't help but smile. They don't know me being owned by Saint after all. So I have no right to hate the male flesh of my entire system.

But the sound of a car honking downstairs, and driving into the compound prompted me up, and saw me racing to the window nearest to me. I pulled the window drapes open, and a heavy breath escaped my lips and nostrils in a whoosh. The black SUV with tinted glass which had just pulled into the compound was not my father's, in fact, it was my first time of seeing it. I ignored my trembling hands, and fixed my gaze on the car, searching for anything that would give me a clue. My eyes caught the car's plate number and I shook my head in dread and disbelief. The plate number was empty except for the crown which was crested at the centre. Mafia king. Zack!

Her arms crossed instantly, as if she could block me out with that flimsy shield. “Oh, I don’t know,” she said, voice rising. “Maybe because I yelled at you. Remember? Back at the house. When you were being rude to Noona Catarina?” I frowned. “Oh. That?” “Yes, that!” she snapped, jabbing a finger toward me. “I basically scolded you like some angry teacher. Do you have any idea how insane that is? Talking to a Mafia boss—someone working with you know who—like that? The world knows that’s basically signing your own death certificate. And me?” She pointed to herself, wide-eyed and dramatic. “I’m not exactly ready to die. I still haven’t eaten gelato in Venice yet, so forgive me if I would like

At first she didn't believe me, because she remained silent, staring at me like some sort of movie, before she cracked up into laughter. “ Are you okay, Alessia? Don't you think you need to see a doctor?” She asked, teasing me, but I was in no mood to play along. How I wish someone would believe me. “ I'm dead serious!” I snapped and she immediately clapped her lips together. “ Are you for real?” CeCe asked, a hint of disbelief in her voice. “ I'm fucking serious.” I said, rubbing my fingers against my temples. “ He is the Mafia Boss of Black Stone Clan. The day he left me in the middle of nowhere and I asked you to pick me up, that was the day I found out.”

he finished. No… it couldn’t be. I’d been claimed by the most feared mafia boss in the country. Luca Giordano Bianchi. And I'd just be bought by the devil himself.

"How can you be so cruel father?! How can you ask me to use her like that?" "You're being too emotional Adrain, a mafia boss can't afford to work with his emotions. You'd have to kill both good and bad people, you'd have to do cruel things, you'd have to work without thinking twice because it's either you or them! I have taught you this so how have you forgotten it all so easily?" Bryce yelled and slammed his fists oj the table. "You've grown weak because you haven't become one of us my son but now you'll have to come onboard."

Bernard got up. The men looked at me with a pleading eye. "This isn't my territory," I said. "He can do whatever he wants with you." They shook with their eyes on me. "He is a mafia," One of them said and I smiled. "Tell them who I am," I said to Bernard. "He is my boss," Bernard said. "He is the most..." I raised my hand up; they need not know who I am. Bernard made me take my seat on the chair he got up from.

“Why force me into this… circus?” He was quiet for a moment. Then he walked to the corner table and poured himself a glass of wine. “You want the truth?” he asked without looking at me. “Yes.” He took a slow sip. “Because marrying you ruins your father.” I blinked. “What?” Dominic turned around, his eyes darker than usual. “Eduardo Madrigal spent his life climbing over people like me. People who weren’t born into money. He humiliated my family. Blackmailed my father. Stole contracts. And when my mother died, he laughed.”

I looked at them. They were all in black. I didn’t need anyone to tell me that they were the mafia. This must be a mistake. It wasn’t possible. I wasn’t going to believe anything they had said.“100 million dollars? Do you know what you are saying?” I asked the leader of the men as I raised my head in defiance. “You can ask your grandfather” he smugly replied. I turned to my grandpa and saw that he had a similar expression on his face. Before my grandfather could speak, the gang leader beat him to it.“Hey you!” the leader called the other person and they moved towards me.