Dad Are You In The Mafia Novels & Stories

Adam's voice was stern and firm. "That can't be. My dad was not a mafia. I didn't know how Lucas got into these. Before that we were not mafia. Believe me." Adele was in a dilemma. Of course she believed Adam but somehow his words were harsh to her this time. She couldn't believe all those.

My dad can focus on his means of making money and I will focus on mine. But I don't complain. I never do. I never argue with people and just agree with them. “Wren—” “Don't argue. Come downstairs.” I sigh, “And who's this man?” I ask tired as we both head downstairs. “I only know little about him. He's young, rich and belongs to the mafia.” She whispers the last words in my ears and I pause in my tracks. The mafia? Why would Dad want to borrow money from a member of the mafia from all people?

her voice was firm. Yes, she wasn't lying. But I couldn't believe it. She can't kill my dad, she can't do that. She would never kill someone. My dad had no relations with the mafia. He was a pure businessman and all he knew about the mafia was that chachu is known as Kaal in the mafia world.

"I didn't tell you all of this so you would feel sorry for her. I wanted to open your eyes to the fact that Dante Luciano is a lunatic. "His repentance and revenge are meaningless. The damage has been done. Your Padre won't come back to life, and your wounds won't disappear." "I know," I muttered. "No, you don't," Uncle Marco retorted, shaking his head. "You grew up with him, and you still think of him as the young boy who will bandage your wounds when you're injured. That boy died a long time ago, Lina. "The man you're up against is the Don of a mafia family. His hands are steeped in blood, and he's stubborn to a fault."

Natasha’s head snapped toward him in disbelief. Her eyes widened in shock as she stared at her father. Luisa looked equally stunned, unable to believe what she had just heard. Giovanni narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “Do not try to play games with me, Paolo,” he warned. “I am not playing any games,” Paolo replied carefully. “You know very well that I am not part of any mafia circle. I am a businessman. I have a reputation to maintain.” He gestured slightly toward the house around them. “If my daughter suddenly disappears tonight, people will begin asking questions. The police might even come looking for answers, and that could create problems for you.”

And to worsen the situation, his bodyguards stood like statues, blocking the exits. Hannah, who had been chatting with someone at the bar, finally noticed what was happening. Her face went pale as she hurried over. "Scarlett?" she asked, her voice shaky. Then she looked at Liam, and her eyes widened in recognition. "Wait, you’re…" Her voice trailed off, and I saw the fear flash across her face. She knew him. Everyone seemed to know him. Liam DeLuca, the godfather of some gang, Europe’s biggest mafia—at least that was what Hannah had told me earlier today in class.

And the man who pulled me into this world is the leader of the Ash Mafia… it makes me wonder if he knows my father. I pick up the diary again, flipping to the last page. “I can’t raise my baby with Liam.” How involved was my father in the mafia?

The woman gave her an edgy vibe yesterday night, and she could really see why she could fit in as Drey’s ex. However, she had never heard any rumors whatsoever regarding Drey having an ex, a popular one at that. And from what she saw, it seemed like she was either involved in the Mafia or belonged to a very powerful organization in the country. Curiousity was eating her up, and she wanted answers.

It all started months ago, on March 2, 2022, at 8:00 AM. I woke up, got ready, and headed downstairs for breakfast. My dad was already eating with Lucy and Cole. I exchanged quick greetings before taking my seat. I still remember how hot the soup was when I sipped it. “Janessa Collins, daughter of Thomson Collins, head of the Bloodshed Mafia… ironic, isn’t it? You’ve certainly made a splash in the papers. Everyone’s rather curious about what you look like,” my father mumbled, lowering the newspaper. “Isn’t it fascinating, Cole? My little stepdaughter’s already eclipsed my acting career. Such a shame I didn’t have her kind of publicity.” Her smile didn’t even reach her eyes.