El Mafioso Novelas e Histórias

“After today, arabella will be my fiancee. If you don’t go along with my wishes in the future, don’t blame me for abusing her.” John sent him a look of warning with a side-eye. “You wouldn’t dare.” As the two continued to tease each other, Mr. Galvez came over anxiously. Calvin noticed and asked, “Dad, what’s wrong?” Zach Galvez couldn’t keep himself calm as he said, “The German and American companies that are collaborating with us in this new project have pulled the money. A restaurant under the Galvez Group’s name has caused a death and the manager has been taken away by the police.”

But when I turned around, it wasn’t him. It was Murphy. My whole body froze. He walked toward me casually, hands in his pockets, a lazy smirk on his lips. My fists clenched by instinct, though I didn’t know what I could do with them. I was scared, any sane person would be, but I wasn’t going to show it. “You’re one of Bruno’s men, right?” I asked, keeping my voice steady. He tilted his head and gave a half-smile. “Yeah. I run a few of Bruno’s businesses in Colombia.”

I was furious “Lord is a Mafia king. There is no way he would get us a place he didn't keep under watch. One thing I know about the Mafia is that they don't trust anyone. What would have happened if you said whatever you wanted to say? He would have heard us and probably was watching us and would know exactly what was happening”, Lucas explained. I suddenly felt stupid as I covered my face in my palms in shame, It all made sense now, there was no way he would have stopped me from talking had he not kissed me. His earlier expression explained it all. He was trying to warn me not to say anything. And there I was thinking he was hitting on me. I felt stupid

”Nothing, it was just a car that hit a curb,” He sounded truthful and Pazzi wasn't in the mafia plus Ashton was the boss of the company now, so he wasn't involved with the mob either. ”Okay,” I said. ”Elena I gotta go, the meeting is about to start and we need coffee before we listen to a bunch of old people trying to negotiate. I’ll call you later alright?” He said sounding sweet. ”Sounds good, take care,” ”You too, bye,” And the phone line went dead. I continued with my breakfast in happiness and bliss as a re-run of friends was showing. I knew almost every line the characters said. ______________________ I had eaten my breakfast and put my clothes on and now I was heading into town for a

I asked again, feeling sorry that I am unable to help Lucas since I was with Aurelia most of the time during the party and passed out before I could mingle. "If I'm not mistaken, his name was Sean Gonzales," he said. Gonzales? The name was very familiar and having a Gonzales name in the Mafia was a trademark. And Freddy Gonzales, is the reason for it. The Madman of Mexico was impossible to be left unnoticed. But the name Sean doesn't ring a bell. "He was at the party. Do you know anyone named Sean Gonzales?"

she murmured softly, her voice barely audible for fear of waking him. Her eyes remained locked on him as her thoughts wandered. She recalled how casually Leonard dismissed the injury on the back of his head, claiming it was something he was used to. It baffled her, though she chastised herself for being so naïve. Leonard Hugues wasn’t an ordinary man—he was part of a criminal syndicate. As a high-ranking member of the Lafleur mafia, his life was anything but safe. Each day was a battle for survival in a world where the strong devoured the weak, and in the mafia, survival came by any means necessary. Leonard, no stranger to this reality, had lived in its shadows since he was a boy.

The big man. Elio Angelou, one of the biggest drug lords in the United States, the Mafia King of the east coast. In Rosette, he is a god. Better than any Alpha. This guy doesn't have to serve his people, people serve him. And that's exactly how I want to be. I don’t want to put myself in danger for people who feel entitled to my strength, I don’t have the protective gene in me, I don’t give a shit about anyone except myself.

The mafia side built empires on the things those systems couldn't see. By 7:45 I was in the Maybach again, heading to the Bronx warehouse. Marco drove silent. I scrolled messages ,rival moves in Queens, a shipment delay in Jersey, a name I hadn't heard in years Enzo Bianchi surfacing in whispers.I closed the tablet. Some ghosts you didn't chase. You waited for them to come to you.Warehouse district smelled of rust and salt water. Luca waited outside the loading dock, cigarette between his fingers."Boss," he said, falling in step. "Everything's accounted for. No leaks.""Good."Inside crates stacked high, men in black jackets unloading discreetly. I walked the rows, checking seals. One crate h

I swallowed hard, but he wasn’t done. "You think I’m just some big muscle Mafia idiot." He tilted his head, his dark eyes glinting with amusement. "Let me remind you, Ari. My father was the consigliere. I have more info on the Mafia than the Don himself. And my family have always kept it quiet. You think we would have kept it quiet if we didn’t have any brains? You think we would be the leading Mafia family in the country, in this continent, if we didn’t have any brains?"

I’m not one to allow people close to me physically or mentally, but I didn’t feel the need to push him away as his intentions didn't seem malicious. The rosé wine bottle arrives, and he says, “Ask away.” I begin my inquiry, “What is your name?” He says, “Alessandro Bianchi.” Bianchi? No. That…That belongs to one of the most powerful mobsters in the city. I gulp and ask, “Okay…Who were you shoot…shooting yesterday?” He answers, without a glint of emotion, “Santino Martino’s gang member, he had been hired to kill me and the gang is my biggest rival.”