Inglewood Family Blood Gang นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Martin stopped and skimmed over his owns word. That elder wasn't wrong when he said that Martin was a direct descendant of the Redwood Brothers. "I come from the same bloodline," He finally blurted the truth out. I-leaned forward, excited. I was mated to a fucking royal. "So, really? How many of you are there?" "Everyone's dead," He rumbled. "What?" "My family were the last ones of the Redwood bloodline, we were directly related to one of the brothers and we didn't have any cousins, so, it's safe to say that everyone is dead."

The fight was already looking over before it even started. This whole thing had started from his greed. He was younger than my father but older than me. The Guerra family was known to have the largest cartel in the whole of New York and my father had always done well maintaining it. Mariano's family came close to us but could never really measure, we were always better off, stronger, more power, more money and more connections. Head of the Mariano family used to be loyal to my father before he passed away and barely two years later, Matrix had become greedy for the power, plotted with the Fontana family and some others who were ready to be traitors and had started his little game of wiping o

" He spoke into the phone while rubbing his chin with his index finger. "Who was his client?" "We haven't checked that yet, Sir. I'll look into it right now." "Alright. Contact me when it's done!" He hung up the phone after saying that. Who was this person after Scarlett's voice and tried to use his Red Blood gang as scapegoat? Yes, the said "Red Blood" gang belonged to him. It had been generations since it had been built. So everyone knew of it's formidable existence. Everyone including the top people in the country. Normal residents had no clue about it.

All the saw was a motionless Tom Clarkson, with blood pooling around the crotch of his pants. "What? Did that bastard Jate Woods actually castrate Tom Clarkson?" John could feel his blood pressure spike and nearly passed out. "Shit! He is the heir of the Clarkson family, part of the three most powerful families. How dare that reckless bastard Jate Woods do such a thing to him!" The Winston family felt as if the sky was about to collapse down on them. This was the eldest son of the Clarkson family, a family that was involved with most of the illegal dealings in the province.

I was Liliana Moretti, daughter of one of Black Harbor's mafia families. I had always been gentle, soft-spoken, and afraid of almost everything. I would not even touch a gun. My sister was the exact opposite. Alessandra Moretti was everything I wasn't—smart, capable, bloodthirsty, and ruthless. Once she drew a gun, she never missed. Every mafia family in Black Harbor feared Alessandra. At 22, she took 12 men and seized back Pier Seven, a territory half the city had been fighting over. Three years later, our family's territory had doubled. Even our father knew when to shut up around her. One look from Alessandra was enough. Then she died. Four years later, my father's illegitimate daughter, G

“How could someone from my own family do that without my parents telling me?” “I don't know,” Xander answered honestly, pulling another record closer as his eyes moved across the faded writing. “But if your family was involved, then we need to understand why before we decide what their actions actually meant.” I opened another ancient record and spread it beside the first one, comparing the names and symbols carefully. “Look at this,” I murmured, pointing toward a paragraph near the bottom. “The Blackwoods are mentioned here, and so is the Thorne bloodline.”

"So my brothers and sisters in woe and arms, my suggestion is, let's have a showdown. And the winner, rules Westrock. What do you say?" "D-don't fall for her tricks. She's trying to divide us. She's-" Boar stuttered, panicking. "Baldie, are you forgetting something? You are not brothers who are ‘united in all’. You are gangsters. Gangsters. Everyone here is. So what are you afraid of? Isn't this what you do? Fight, kill, and fight again. What are you afraid of? Or.." she suddenly looked up and coldly swept her gaze over everyone present,

I slam my palm against the chair’s armrest, my already injured knuckles protesting. The Esposito. The second-largest mafia family, a syndicate of human traffickers, pimps, and degenerates who thrive on destruction. We’ve been at war for years—since before I inherited the empire from my father, Giovanni Marcelo. My father ruled with an iron fist, making it clear that women were not to be disrespected, and that any man in our family caught engaging in trafficking or prostitution would face the severest punishment. Death, if necessary. The Espositos? They thrive on that filth. And Mariano? He’s the worst of them. Ruthless. Obsessive. A man who will stop at nothing to claim what he desires. And

My fingers holding the phone went cold. That was my father. My eyes, wide and scared now, jumped to the text next to the terrible picture. I read it fast, my brain scrambling to understand the big, complicated words. “Mayor Jack cole mentioned Victor Blackwood as the leader of a gang ring. Initiator of crime." I stopped reading. The words blurred together into a messy black soup. I didn’t need to read any more. Victor Blackwood was a crime lord in this city? And tonight… that same man… took Scarlett from me.

Until Murietta lost it and stabbed him into a bloody pulp on the beach the night we escaped. “Right now, our family name is synonymous with crime. And in human society, that’s fine. I intend to keep it that way. We are, after all, a mafia family. And a powerful one at that. But Eden, I don’t want that to be the case in werewolf society.” “What do you mean?” I asked.