Novel & Cerita Falling For The Mafia

He doesn't spare anyone coming in his way , disrespect is something no-one even thought about but the girl sitting in front of him didn't hesitate once to show her hatred towards him . The most dreadful mafia leader is feeling helpless for the first time in his life, scared to hurt her.he isn't able to understand this feeling he's developing for his little bundle of joy ,he feels happiest around her now a days . Thinking about his own past actions with her ,he didn't wanted to hurt her but seems like his ruthlessness is buried deep inside him ,he couldn't control himself from harming her,that too when he wants to cherish her,treat her like the way she deserves but here she is, who doesn't ev

As he stretched out on the soft couch, he breathed out deeply and sent a cloud of fragrant smoke into the air. Logan Castillejo is a well-known member of the Foedus Corp, which is a well-known mafia group. Taking people's lives is a job that he does with ease and grace. Logan was born into a wealthy and politically influential family, so he grew up with a lot of money and comfort. He quickly and easily gets what he wants. Logan always gets what he wants, no questions asked. The way he lives his life is based on this philosophy. He is an only child, so everything comes to him easily and he lives a very comfortable life.

"You don’t make the choices; I do, and whenever it is fine for me, I will make you pay. But listen up, Macerio Johnson, no matter how much you run, you can’t hide from me. I will tear the entire earth up just to find you, and this I am serious about." We're clear about that?" Nathan’s face grudgingly let go of him; he threw the knife toward his pills and turned his back. "Do you think you’ve won, just like that?" He looked fumingly at Nathan while his teeth gnashed angrily against themselves. His hands violently on his chest, he hung his head below and continued. "In the Mafia world, there is no damn winner!" He completed his statement as his vision blurred immediately and, more so, his hear

For him, I was about to walk into the wolf’s den. At exactly nine o’clock, the roar of an engine broke the silence of my Brooklyn street. I peeked out the window, my heart lodged in my throat. A black SUV, gleaming under the gray morning light, was parked outside my building. The driver’s door opened, and a woman stepped out with a confidence that seemed to defy gravity. Tall, with short, bright red hair, she wore a leather jacket that screamed rebellion. Not what I expected from a mafia driver. “Sofia Russo?” she asked, leaning against the hood. Her voice carried a hint of sarcasm, like she knew something I didn’t. “I’m Carla. Come on, the boss doesn’t like delays.”

someone behind Matteo called. “Thirty.” He stayed silent. He wasn’t here for this one. A few more were brought up. Bidding wars broke out. Laughter echoed in the room. Some of the men already whispered about what they’d do with their purchases. Matteo barely blinked. He’d come for someone specifically. A hacker. Eighteen years old, barely old enough to vote, but talented enough to infiltrate the Romano family's system and stupid enough not to cover her tracks. Word was she'd been caught trying to sell data to a rival syndicate.

But all she felt… was numb. The mafia played dirty. They destroyed lives without blinking. And now? They showed her how easy it was. She was still a pawn. Still dancing on their strings. No matter how hard she tried to pull away. Mia bumped her shoulder, laughing. “Let’s go celebrate. Queen Lulu is dead.” Elena forced a smile. But deep inside? She wondered… When would it be her turn to fall? Because in their world? Everyone falls. And the higher they climb?

"You nearly killed your fake dad." Vincenzo grunted, hand on his chest. "I’m honored." Mei offered him another forkful. "More?" "No." Noel leaned in and kissed Vincenzo’s temple. "You’re ridiculous." "For you? Always." They sat like that…one ridiculous mafia husband, one recovering beauty, and a little girl trying to feed them both into an early food coma. Laughter filled the hospital room, a brief reprieve from the shadows that loomed just two weeks before.

A power move is what this gala really is, where different mafia men meet up to make connections and sometimes even start or push through with an ongoing deal. And in all my existence I have never felt this way about a human being before not to speak of a lady like Mia. It is just attraction, deep bone attraction. Yet why do I feel like my chest is about to come off when that bastard Moretti leans closer. I am up from the stool, feet taking long strides as I move across the hall to where they are. “Detach.” Just one word that carries so much authority. My face is blank, refusing to let anything pass through.

Kate After the information I got from Gabe regarding Nicholas being involved with the mafia, I decided to be cautious of everything I do. If Nicholas is involved with the mafia, that means Dante knows something. Maybe, he's also involved. I had given Gabe the task to do whatever it took to search Dante and Nicholas's background thoroughly. The past days I noticed the way Nicholas was monitoring my every move. The same way I was monitoring his. We didn't mention anything to each other but it was pretty obvious we suspect each other.

she was trembling, “It's not like I'm important, no one would miss me anyway, my parents are too busy sniffing…” “That's not the point.” “Then what is?” I stood up and removed my clothes, “The point is the man has ties to the mafia, didn't you know this?” “Why would I ?” I placed my t-shirt over my head. “I forgot you don't pay attention to anything but your fool of an ex I*******m.” “Hey…” I threw the pillow at her, “Keeping it real, now let's go downstairs and celebrate the fact that you still have your life.” She dragged me by the hand.