El Mafioso Novels & Stories

she whispered and Jordan replied with an agreeing hum. “But in his case, Leonardo did that because he didn't want to be a part of the mafia world. Leonardo's father, Emiliano Fernandez, is the Don of the Italian Mafia — a clan which, as at then, was the biggest Mafia empire ever known in all of Italy and countable parts of the world.

King and continued looking at him in his eyes " My girlfriend too whom I love the most." Mr. King raised his eyebrows looking at Ashton. Ashton laughed and said putting his hand on Mr. King shoulder " Dad now don't say that line of yours……… What it was?? " he was thinking and then looked at Ethan and asked " What it was?? " Ethan looked down and said while scratching the back of his neck " Mafia don't have girlfriends. They don't made for dating ". Mr. King walked towards Ethan and put his hand on Ethan shoulder and said " Ashton he also have a girlfriend. Right?? "

* * * * * * * * * * PD Luciana wandered through the villa's garden, the scent of blooming flowers and freshly cut grass filling her lungs. But her mind wasn't on the serene surroundings. Alessandro's words echoed in her thoughts; "Antonio's family is Mafia... they're ruthless. They'll stop at nothing to get what they want." She shivered, despite the warmth of the sun on her skin. The Mafia's reputation was notorious - brutal killings, extortion, and corruption. They operated in the shadows, and their influence reached the highest echelons of power.

I answered. “Why? You have him with you, and you’re willing to let him go.” Who said anything about letting him go? “He placed his hands on her, and you’re telling me he’s not ten feet underground because that motherfucker needs something special for what he’s done by now?” He asked. I ground my teeth and dropped the cup of coffee on the table. “He’s not who you think he is,” Luciano frowned. “What do you mean?” “He’s not just an ordinary man I could pick up, torture, and then kill. He’s related to the mafia, and you know the rules.” With the look on his face, I can tell he still wasn’t getting me.

, Rafael said in frustration and Luca could hear him scramble around, he pulled the gear to drive and tilted into the road and immediately cut the call on a confused Rafael. Few minutes later and he pulled up to the front of the Marco's house and home to the La Corona Nera mafia group. He packed the car and handed the key to one of the valets as he walked into the meeting room, completely ignoring the greetings made by the scared maids. He saw his father and his uncle who also doubled as the consigliere of the group, they were the only ones there.

“Not at all. And I do know who his father is. Things are simply not as straightforward as giving Jackson a name to stick on a tree and following the threads to the rest of the family.” Ally looks rather confused, but she nods politely, not saying anything else before I make my way over to Jackson to kiss his velvety little cheek goodbye. *** The office is a hive of activity when I arrive. “Emmeline! Good morning, you look amazing,” Elias calls out when he sees me. “Put down your things and come and have a look at this. We’re getting really close to catching the bastard.” Elias is the DA for Manhattan and the bastard in question is the elusive leader of the biggest mafia operation in New York

Did you sleep well? - Yes, Jennifer replies with a deadly look, I slept well, darling. - Slept well, master, Aïcha responds. - Are you ready for work? - No, I’m not going today, Jennifer tells me. - Why? Are you sick? - Yes, she still looks very angry at me. After eating, I call the three young girls into my office where I find Mario waiting for me. - Hello, Mario. - Hello, boss. - Hello everyone, I didn’t introduce myself officially; my name is Carlos Castro Vargas, the godfather of the Mexican mafia known as the royal eagle.

Damon was kneeling before Lucien begging for mercy, while Lucien held a gun to his head, he was trebling in fear, I had to do something even though I didn’t really care whatever happens to him, I didn’t want something bad to happen to anyone because of me so I had to also plead on Damon’s behalf I ran downstairs and knelt beside Lucien pleading with him so he doesn’t pull the trigger “Please Lucien don’t do what you would end up regretting, he’s not worth it” “Oh, but he was worth it last night, right? He stepped on mafia territory without permission, and you should know what happens to intruders by now…death” “I know, he’s sorry he didn’t know, please forgive him” “Forgiveness doesn’t work

Discretion. It is what differentiates a monster from a villain. And this man right here is a monster. Not only could he not stomach that a Ponteza mafioso like me, half Italian and half Spanish, was taking over the mafia world. Spain, Italy, Las Vegas and the rest of the network. He also crossed the lines I drew. Children. My disgust when I realised that the overly religious bastard trying to bring me down, built a church and dutifully attended mass but trafficked the young and helpless when he didn't need to.

More importantly, what had motivated him to abandon his calling? Genevieve wondered if Raffalle was the boss, or if there was another boss. Raffalle had seemed pretty powerful to her when she’d met him the night of their vacation as if he were the one who gave all the orders for how the mob universe should run. But something about the power that emanated off Raffalle told her different. But then, what about Clint’s other bosses .She remember one she saw the night Clint introduced her as his wife to be , but his name wasn't coming to her head .He was old, certainly, but he could still be the boss. She remembered how he clung to the back of the room like a fading cologne, observing everything