God Of Crime Strongest Mafia Boss Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

I push her arms and walk towards the table imposing a safe distance between us as she points to the chair on the other side, her sad gaze almost manages to disarm some of my barriers but lifts her head. "You can talk." I set off fireworks internally for being able to talk safely. He nods as if he understands some of the emotions that are circling my heart, but I doubt he can. "When we need to come to Russia, your mother already knew that she would need to stay away from you - I open my mouth to answer but he raises his hand - Just listen to my daughter, her grandfather was a very powerful man, in reality, he was the leader of Orekhov the most powerful mafia in the south of the country, I did

Why am I acting like this? I am Terrence Vaughn Evans. The Black Scorpion, leader of a fear-mongering group, I am a mafia boss. I am a womanizer. I'm not afraid of anyone or anything. Women cry for me. I make and break rules. But I'm weeping now for someone I don't even know. ’ He tried to convince himself that he was the same Terrence as before, but he knew that something had changed. "Goddamn Terrence, stop this!" he furiously scolded himself. He wanted this feeling to stop. He decided to go somewhere where he would feel like his former self again.

Gary asked beside me. “Handle the body. I have something to do,” I said, sending him away. I was only aware of one mafia boss in the city. One that everyone somehow wants gone, dead or I turned a new leaf. It was laughable. They could try but they wouldn’t win against me. Not only did I have immunity but they would find nothing. Even if I stepped out with blood dripping down my clothes. Everyone backed away when I got close but I ignored them, eyes focused on one person and one person alone.

You really did. If only I had read the damn contract before signing. If only I hadn’t let the promise of that stupid money blind me. Now, here I was knees trembling, staring into the eyes of a man I couldn’t fight, a man who could kill me with a flick of his wrist. A mafia boss. A wolf. And I was trapped in his den. I thought of my parents waiting at home, my mother probably pacing by the door. I thought of my boyfriend, of the message I never got to send. Of Laura sweet Laura who would be worried sick right now.

This was no ordinary meeting, it was the annual gathering of the most powerful European mafia leaders, held within the fortified estate of Mr Sergei Volkov, once the king of the underground empire. At the head of the table sat Nikolai Volkov. Dressed in a black tailored suit that hugged his broad frame. He exuded a deadly calm. His normally piercing blue eyes were unusually dark tonight, filled with something dangerous. To his left, was his godfather, Mr Sergei. Even though Sergei no longer sat on the throne, his presence still commanded fear and respect. One of the bosses, a slick-haired man from Japan had just finished speaking about potential profits from expanding into the Asian markets.

“And don’t you dare forget this fact—your precious Stan was a human too, until you forcibly turned him into what he is now.” Dean stood up instantly, his smirk completely gone now, replaced by a cold fury. “At least Stan is no longer weak like your Noah is,” he said cruelly, stepping closer to confront me face-to-face. “You are absolutely pathetic, Enzo. A powerful Alpha, tied down to a weak human who truly can’t even fight for himself properly.” Moses roared violently in my head, and my eyes flashed a warning red color. I felt my claws itch, ready to instantly rip into him, but Ren suddenly grabbed my arm firmly.

A mortal asking to know my name, the name that once shook worlds and silenced armies? “You dare,” I said, my voice low and thunderous, “to ask the name of one who once ruled realms beyond your petty comprehension? I am Khyronis, Lord of Shadows That Bind. A god who walked among stars and now descends to tread upon your wretched soil. My name is not for the likes of you to utter casually, mortal. It is a whisper feared in the dark recesses where true power lingers.” I spoke, expecting the weight of my words to crush them to their knees.

I bit my lips as I heaved a sigh, "The name on the file is Jaylen Noire Adryan, I am sure you are aware of that." "Yes, I am very well aware," Alexis put off her massage chair. How would anybody decide to just wake up and kill Jaylen, it's like signing a death contract and I didn't sign one. "And you want me to kill him? That man Is well protected, I am also sure you are well aware of that," I tried my best to be calm because I'm around Alexis. The person they wanted me to eliminate is one of the youngest, most successful and notorious mafia lords, Jaylen Noire Adryan. He is the king of the underground world and he is the kind of person someone like me would never want to cross paths with.

"That's my guess. But I don't want guesses,I want facts. I want to know who's behind this so I can make them regret it." Hugo's expression darkened. "There's only one person I can think of who'd have the balls to pull something like this-David. You remember him?" Andrès frowned, the name ringing a bell. "David? As in David Gomez?" Hugo nodded. "Yeah. Son of Arturo Gomez, the leader of the Gomez cartel. He's been sniffing around for months, trying to find a way to double-cross Elijah's operations. But Elijah... well, he always had his own way of dealing with things. Never wanted to make it a big issue."