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“You let it happen, Father. You let it all spiral into this mess. The Volograd estate, the families, the bloodshed, you let it all go too far. Now, because of it, she’s lying here, unconscious, and I can’t do anything but watch her waste away.” My voice cracked as I finished, but I didn’t care. His cough rattled through him as he shifted on his feet, a grimace twisting his face. “I know,” he rasped. “And now I’m here to fix it. I’ve already arranged a meeting with the other five bratva families. A vote. We’ll decide once and for all who will be the Packahan—the boss of all bosses. You… or Chernov.” I froze at the mention of Chernov’s name. Of course, it had to come down to this. A vote. A ba

His suit jacket was tossed over the arms of the sofa by now, while his legs rested on top of the table. Viktor Romano was the present Boss, after his father, Alessandro Romano, stepped down, handing him over the reins of the criminal empire. Viktor, as the youngest Boss of the Mafia family, was invincible so far. It was difficult to say whether people bowed before him out of fear or out of respect–but either way, he didn't care. If I had to put my money, I'd say fear. He was ruthless, but he was also a headstrong strategist. In short—he was the eye of the storm.

Her words were a feeble attempt to assert herself, but Alejandro's gaze held a magnetic power that made it challenging for her to break away. In response, Alejandro leaned in, his lips dangerously close to hers. "You still don't know who I am, mi amor," he murmured, his voice seductive. "I'm a god. I control the most powerful mafia organization in the world. I have hundreds of organizations under my command, and I can do anything I want at any fucking time. So technically, I am a god." The chemistry between them intensified, creating a magnetic force that seemed to pull them together. Marisa scoffed at his words and said, "You're no fucking god, Alejandro. You're just an heartless monster in

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.

But the rules in the underworld made it less surprising, the strong takes it all in our world. The strongest lion will bow when he stands before a stronger lion, that was the case with all these mafia heads. "I don't care how you all do it, but you all have to use your resources. Find this person called Black and bring him to me. He's tried to harm someone close to me far many times now and I will take pleasure in killing him with my own hands." "Your wish is our command Lord Morano!" ----------

I started eating immediately while moaning at the heavenly taste that filled my mouth. "Whoa slow down there tiger." Sofia says with a small laugh. "I haven't ate properly for days, so don't mock me." She chuckled while digging into her food also. "Is it true what that guy said? That he runs the most powerful mafia in whole of America?" I suddenly asked and Sofia glanced at me . "Yeah its true, but not that powerful powerful, the Royal mafia is the most powerful of all, my brother just happened to own the one that has the government under his control and the cops and army under his command." She explained and I choked on my food.

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

Right in between his legs and he bell back with a groan. “ Bitch!” He snarled at me, his eyes darkened. I shriveled in fear, my neck shrunk and my eyes went low as I avoided his gaze. I mumbled repeatedly, “ I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to. “ I knew what these men were and amongst all of them, he was the strongest, the one with the real power. The capo. And I just had the audacity to kick his dick. The Mafia had one rule,

But he didn’t blink. “This isn’t a fucking joke, Adrien.” “I know. You’re a scary mafia boss. Big bad Luca Moretti. I’ve seen the way you operate. Cold, ruthless, probably never hugged as a child.” He smiled—bright and sharp, all teeth. “So let me in. Give me something to do.” “I should lock you back in your room for mouthing off,” I growled. “You should,” he said. “But you won’t.” I hated him a little more for being right.

His voice was icy as the snowdrops during winter. I shook my head. I didn't. I didn't know that he was Capo Dante, the ruthless Mafia Lord who'd end a life, with just a single order. I didn't know that he was the Capo of the most powerful 'Ndrangheta in Italy. I didn't. “I am a Mafia boss, Grenade. I could kill you right now, and no one would care. And don't you ever try to negotiate with me.” He drawled slowly, his tone ominous.