Novel & Cerita Dad Are You In The Mafia

That’s what he was trained his whole life for. My father was one of New York’s biggest mafia bosses. Our family had run Manhattan, Staten Island, and the Bronx for decades, even before the Great Depression. We survived lots of things, mostly bad, but our family always thrived. It was in our blood to simply move on and get up from the ground whenever someone knocked us down.

I told her, in short. “Are you kidding me?” She glared at us one by one, pointing at herself. “Me, capable of doing that horrible thing? I drank my butt the whole night.” “Honey, you just demonstrated your capability to the mafia by sitting down with their Don. You went there with two SUVs full of armed men. They also took Terzo from the Osmium. They saw you as a threat that could take down a powerful organization like the Siciliano Family.” “I’m also that man’s daughter, Mr. Braddson.”

He will become my daughter's protector until it is safe enough for her to come back to me. I have seen the words Bratva and Pakhan in books enough times to realise that Dad is involved with the Russian Mafia. My own Father, whom I love and trust more than anyone else in the world is part of a fucking crime syndicate. I feel a sharp pain in my chest and the beginnings of an actual headache as my brain tries to process the amount of information it has just been dealt with. Somewhere in my mind, I can hear the worry in Yulia's voice as she asks if I'm okay.

Even if it was embarassing and shameless, I always took anything valuable and always managed to please my dad but my dad is completely opposite to allowing me to lead Damon to bankrupsy. When I reached home, there were a lot of black cars in front of my small house with a lot of men wearing black suits and guns in their pocket standing at the door. All mafia talks are usually done in the office, this isthe first time a mafia leader have entered the house. I wonder how my father is doing, so I ran into the house only to find my father drinking and laughing with Damon sitting on the couch. Even though Damon is a mafia man, somewhere in my heart I was not afraid of him. He was the greatest vill

~Tricia I'm so full of that bloody mafia shit! Because of that mafia I lost my twin sister and they put this fucking curse on my face. If I had been even a minute late, I could have lost my dad and possibly even my mom! Only to found out that my dad is involved to a fucking mafia and for bitches sake's he's the fucking mafia boss. You wouldn't think I'd be dancing and singing in joy because I found out, would you? "How long has it been?" Dad, oh yeah, I forgot they were still here, and I look at mom, seeing the horror on her face.

he yells again, looking at my confused expression, and getting way too close. “He is in the Italian Mafia Jamie! For fuck sakes! And he’s not just in the mafia, his father is the Italian Don!” I look at him in horror, my eyes going as wide as they possibly could go as I back away from him. My brother joined the mafia… How could I have missed this? I sit down on my couch, not being able to stand due to the buckling in my knees.

She could feel it in her bones — the heavy silence, the way the guards shifted uneasily at the edges of her vision. When the phone rang, she lunged for it. "Luciano?" she breathed. But it wasn’t his voice on the other end. It was the voice of a man she hadn’t heard in years. A voice from the darkest corner of her past. "Hello, princess," the man said. "Miss me?" Aria’s blood ran cold. It was Dario Ventresca — the son of a rival mafia boss who had once tried to kidnap her for ransom. Luciano had almost killed him for it.

Her mind was completely blank, as she was shocked, speechless, and completely clueless as to what she should do. Daciana Lorenzo was the daughter of the Leader of the second-strongest mafia gang, Alfred Lorenzo. After being rivals for a bit of a long time, Damon’s mafia gang and Alfred’s mafia gang decided to form an alliance. A strong one at that. To seal the bond, Alfred betrothed his daughter to Damon. Daciana was pretty enthusiastic about the marriage, given that Damon happened to be a rich and very handsome man.

Part of me wants to bolt for the door, but the larger part—the part that wakes up every morning wrapped in Vincenzo’s arms—knows it’s time. My father strides in exactly on time, because Diego Sanchez is never late and never early. The maître d’ rushes to greet him, practically bowing. Dad has that effect on people—they either fear him or want to impress him. Usually both. I stand as he approaches, smoothing my hands down my shirt. It’s one of Vincenzo’s favorites—light blue that supposedly brings out my eyes. “Macerlo.” Dad pulls me into a brief, stiff hug. “You look well.”

None of them looked younger than twenty-four, meaning I had to be the youngest. The mansion belonged to one of the most feared men in the city, Domenico Fanucci. Although he tried covering his tracks behind a family vineyard and brewery, everyone knew him as one of the most ruthless and notorious mafia bosses. His sons had quite the reputation in the city as well, and it was not a good one. There was the youngest brother, Dante, known for his playboy ways, the middle child, Gian, known for his lack of manners, and at last, the oldest, the heir—Alessio, known for his hideous temper, cold aura, and handsome looks.