Novel & Cerita Contracted To The Cold Mafia Billionaire

"So here's the deal. You will become very sick, very quickly if you don't take care of this now. So sick that by the time your children are returned to you, you will be in a real hospital. And trust me when I tell you, that is not a good thing." I wanted to argue with him, but I realized that I didn't have much of a leg to stand on. I had wondered why I was feeling so run down lately. And I thought that my shortness of breath was just stress. It had never occurred to me that my cold might be something more. "Fine," I grumbled, realizing that I had to at least make an attempt to get better. "What do I need to do here?" "Good, now we're getting somewhere," Dr. Mafia replied with a faint smile.

ELOISE “What!?” I gasped at the cold, ruthless man before me as he dropped the sudden, unapologetic news on my face. The ink on that suicide contract was barely dry when I was forced in another mission of meeting the huge press conference! I had expected a day of quietness, maybe some time to adjust—to wrap my head around the fact that I had just signed myself to my boss who wasn't only my boss but my ex-brother in law.

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.

Sometimes, I’d try to talk to him, offer a light comment or a gentle smile, but he’d only look at me with those cold piercing eyes of him and remind me of our arrangement. “Don’t get carried away, Joan. This is business, nothing more,” he’d say, and each time, it felt like a knife twisting in my chest. But tonight… tonight felt different. I’d been walking down the hall, just trying to clear my head, when I heard voices. My curiosity got the better of me. I slipped into the shadows near the doorway and saw Derrick, standing with his right hand men, Santi and Ace. I was too far away to make out everything, but phrases floated over to me, the words “mafia,” “Godfathers,” and “pressure.” My hear

"Business man. Yeah may be." It seemed like he was hiding something from San and she was curious. Finally, after pestering for few minutes, he opened up. "He is involved with the underworld and in underworld there is always fight who will take the throne. He has an uncle, the illegitimate son of the family who was disowned by his father. There is a constant fight and I am pretty sure he caused the accident of not only Gael by also his parents." San was stunned hearing the story. The person who was in her house was in Mafia. She did not want to go back knowing the man already trapped her. He took her to the bank so

"Yes, of course I will. Thank you for the investment in our company. Hope in the future we will receive more help from you." After the phone call ended, Mr. Otis breathed a sigh of relief. A few days ago, their Lightning company suddenly received a huge investment. The sender is not a businessman or a wealthy investor connected to the entertainment industry, but a mafia boss. With a low mood, Mr. Otis personally contacted Darryl Rider. And the answer he got was. "This is an investment for my wife. I hope you know how to use it."

He added. Just as always he was well informed, my negligence had really gotten the best of me. A lot of things had changed and most of the connections I had, had been stolen from me. This was something with being a Mafia, with Money anything can be bought over. To my world, Alliance, Money and Connections were the sure deal. "He's involved in a lot of dirty deals, it involves human trafficking, I have to bring him in order " I replied. Human trafficking was something I detest.

He still held my hand. "I know I'm a bad person. My hands and body have been stained with blood. Many breaths have ceased because of me. But there's one thing I can assure you. I don't kill innocent people. I have enemies, my father and I. But I will do my best to shield you from witnessing any heinous crimes because I will protect you from them. I'm a mafia leader, and I control everything related to drugs. I've tasted it, and I won't lie to you. Life, money, wealth are the battles. And I'm willing to leave all of that behind for a simple life with you. I'm ready to change for you, Felicia."

Yeah, that's it, he won't know then. I read the contract and my heart dropped at what I saw. I was not able to comprehend all of this. But how? He seems like a normal person. It was a drug contract. I read more, only to see it was directed to the Italian mafia making my blood run cold. He is in contact with the Italian mafia? Is that why he is frustrated nowadays? Is he in trouble? Reading more I noted it was sent by the American mafia, but I think my heart just stopped at the name is referred to.

“What do you need it for? Aren’t you only supposed to come in when I’m ready to sell off the assets?” Alan chuckled. “Because I don’t trust you and I need evidence to hold you down,” Lara’s eyes narrowed at him. “You have no hold on me, Mr. Masters. That contract only has my name and Benjamin’s. You’re as good as non-existent as far as it’s concerned,” “Exactly why you need the knowledge of handling contracts and businesses, Miss Zhang,” He flipped the file open and his eyes skimmed across the first page until they landed on a little detail Lara had ignored, where it had stated that Lara was working for a third-party organization, with the name DLC.