God Of Crime Strongest Mafia Boss Mga Nobela at Kwento

He killed the old Bratva psycho and mounted on the chair of the boss at the age of fifteen. The old boss was a tyrant. He would have taken Bratva to hell if Rogue didn't take him down. He had his own reasons but the Russian players kissed the ground before him. The organization was glad and everyone happily became loyal in his hands. Since then Rogue has been looking after Bratva while he's personally settled down in Washington. He is the God of the city, and is friends with other Gods like himself coming from other crime syndicates. That's what I remember he had told me during our first meeting.

I answered bitterly. Dad’s face is hard and cold. I can tell he wants to give the orders, but he nods at me instead. “What do you want us to do, Zandra?” It’s a simple question, but it holds an intimidating amount of weight. I’m the Mafia Boss now. What I say goes. But they don’t understand. I’m caught between a rock and a hard place. If I do nothing, they’ll see me as weak. If I give the order to attack…

Then, softly, he said, “You signed the contract. I owe you something in return.” I looked at him, confused. “What?” He pulled something from his pocket and handed it to me. I hesitated—then took it. It was a USB drive. “What’s this?” “Proof,” he said. “Of your father's crimes. His gambling. His offshore accounts. His betrayal.” My breath caught. “You deserve to know the truth,” Dominic said. “Not just what I say. But what really happened.” My fingers curled around the USB tightly. “Why give this to me?”

He ranked second on the criminal list and reached the Peak Almighty State a few years ago. With his strength, even the Dragon Corps in the central region struggled to deal with him, so he had no fear of Alfred and his subordinates. "Very well! You asked for this! I shall have your head! Dragon Guards, eliminate the Southern Boss and Hades!" Alfred laughed and commanded an attack. Hades was an infamous criminal and the Southern Boss partnered with two criminals to commit murder, so Alfred saw no reason he should hold back.

No one else would dare. I had escaped my father but I just basically went from frying pan to fire. Hakan was Scorpion, there was no doubt about it. I was in the arms of the deadliest and most feared mafia boss in the whole country and maybe further than that.

"His father was never as strong as this. I thought Dante... I thought Dante Romano would never be able to grow strong in this business but I was so fucking wrong. I want to get rid of that bastard but it is almost impossible" "Our men would not be able to defeat his men" Jonas noted and that fact only made Mark even more annoyed. Dante had grown so much to become the biggest mafia boss in the city. Dante had kicked him off the position of the city's mafia boss and Mark fucking hated that. "And yet I can't find a single weakness of him" Mark shook his head. A woman was the weakness of most men but the same did not apply to Dante. He barely cared about the hoes he fucked and killing those hoes

I wrapped my arms around his waist and hugged him tightly. "I just do not want to go. I want to stay into this heaven. I do not want to go back to the hell of that merciless devil." I replied honestly. Yes, I was afraid of him but I was more afraid of going back to America. I knew once I would be there, De Leon would cage me forever and I would never get to live for myself. I would be nothing but a slave to him. I would rather become the slave of this mafia boss instead of becoming the slave of that devil. Hearing me, he just chuckled. That made me worried if he would soon send me back or not.

“I have to behave like a good mother who loves her son, I can’t let Max ruin everything that I’ve been building for years with his spoiled behavior.” I stood up and moved closer to where he was sitter—Godfather, Max’s little hand folded into mine. I bowed softly, showing some respect to the Godfather. The very man Lorenzo took after, the oldest drug dealer in the mafia world, who kills without mercy. He smiled softly. His hands opened wide, calling for Max to hug him. Instead of Max running into his embrace, he hid behind my back in fear. “That man seems like an evil man,” Max whispered, but everyone in the room heard him so well.

Why risk all-out war now? Plus, and even more importantly, I’d just done Petrosky a huge favor. Petrosky is Bratva's crime boss who asked me to block access to my ports from a Mr. Carson Donovan. I was well paid to forgo Donovan’s business but was also assured I was owed a favor for cooperating with Petrosky. Unless he’s mad as a shithouse rat, there’s no way Petrosky’s Russian mob family is behind this.

The grandfather signalled him to go back, he knew Andretti would do nothing. " Do you boys know who I spoke to last night?", the godfather asked. "Enough with the suspense papo!", Andretti had had enough. "Luca", the godfather answered. The room turned silent, Luca is the Capo of the serpents Mafia gang, he and his grandfather were the original founders of the Mafia gangs in Sicily, they have been rivals for a long time. Luca and his grandfather had never seen eye to eye, for his grandfather to have a sit down conversation with Luca something was really wrong.