Novel & Cerita Italian Mafia Boss Hot

His voice was stern, cutting through the air with an accusing tone. Confusion clouded my mind. "Who are you talking about?" I asked, hoping to clarify the situation, but he seemed to ignore my question. "You might be in the wrong room, sir," I said calmly, trying to maintain composure despite the tension in the air. "Harvey Knight, Aria is my daughter. I am Rocco Marino," he declared, his words hitting me like a thunderbolt. Rocco Marino—the notorious mafia boss and one of the wealthiest CEOs in the business world. His nickname, "The Rock," resonated with fear and respect in the underworld.

“I want to ask if you know who the hell I am, but even a recruit into the police force knows who I am, or who my former boss is, and what the hell it is I can do.” Rhodes gulped, his eyes full of fear, his grip on the cuffs and gun loosening. “Who the hell are you?” “Dominic Vitiello, motherfucker. Head of the Italian mafia; husband to the head of the Spanish Cartel; son-in-law to….ahh….I do not think I need to give you the details. You only need to know three things;

Obsessed. That was the word I had used, and it was truer than I had admitted even to myself. I was obsessed with her. Not just with her beauty, though that alone would have been enough to drive any man mad. Those icy grey eyes, that raven-black hair, the way she looked at me. It was the way she looked at me. Most people, when they looked at Alfredo De El, saw the mafia boss. The heir to an empire of blood. The man who had ordered deaths and ruined lives. They saw power, yes, but also danger. They saw someone to fear, to respect, to avoid.

Instead, he was too focused on her wound. "Gently," she requested while biting her lips in pain. "I'm being gentle. It just hurts, we can't do anything about it," he defended coldly. Eliza smirked and simply shook her head. Who would have thought that this man is a Mafia Boss? "How many people have you killed?" She suddenly asked. It was so random that it even made Frederick stop and eyed her. "Why? Don't you like me now?" He asked blankly. It's funny that he doesn't even have any expression.

She spoke up finally, and the family froze in shock, especially Cross, who never thought she could ever accept such. "Are you trying to say I should get you sold to Gun Blackwood?" He asked her. "I have done my research. I know he's the biggest Boss in the city. He's also the biggest Mafia Boss. I know that too." she said, already crying with fear evident in her eyes. "But I have no choice but to accept it, Father if that's what will make you look at me for once and be happy." She said to everyone's hearing. Rose's heart broke on seeing the situation her daughter was in. "You must be joking, Mia; there is no way I am letting you do that. It's a crime."

Tony said simply. “What like the Mafia?” Said Grace shocked. “The Mafia is the Italian version, you already met Xan who is the Chinese Gang Syndicate leader and you already met the European one as well!" Tony said carefully. “Xan, that arsehole I just stared down?” Grace said and Tony nodded. "Who is the European one?” She asked quickly. Tony sighed and said “Kurt Blackwood!” There was a silence as the blood drained out of Grace’s face. She felt like someone had ripped her heart out and kicked her in the stomach at the same time.

I interrupted firmly. Dad sighed before speaking with unmistakable relief, “Good. Your mother and I never thought that the underboss was reliable to begin with. He’s just a mid-level leader, yet so arrogant. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was the Don.” Then, he continued, “Do you remember Julian Rossi? The mafia boss based in Florence, Italy?” My phone buzzed as he sent me a photo. The man in it was tall and striking, with sharp features and an imposing presence.

6 "Yes of course, who hasn't? They are one of the strongest mafias all around the world," "Yes that's true, and who is their boss Anastasia?" "Could you ask a dumber question I clearly don't know! Neither does the rest of the world," I roll my eyes, "I do," "Yeah right," "You're so delusional Anastasia, the boss is a very close friend of mine," "Oh really?" "Yes Anastasia, do you want to know his name?" "Yeah," "Okay, Anastasia, his name is Luca, Luca Phoenix, you're looking at the boss of the 'Phoenix' mafia," 1

" Maximo! " " Now keep quiet Konstantin! " The Italian Mafia Boss return hotly, he look quiet murderous and far away from the caring, kind guy Iris thought he was. He is in his Mafia Boss's mode " I swear to you I will burst her brain off with this pistol if you anger me further "

His regal aura was exuding utterly different from those present here. Behind the cold-looking man were two other men. One of them was wearing a black suit, and the other was wearing a gray suit, which seemed to be the man's close subordinates. Emma guessed…he was the Ivan Domenica that Carla had mentioned. A young Italian mafia boss. The man's footsteps moved closer to where Emma was standing. Her hair band was now broken in half, causing her hair to fall down. Soft hair gently blowing in the wind. The moment their eyes met, time stood still.