Novel & Cerita Italian Mafia Boss Hot

“You fucking killed Angelo! Why? What did he do that was so bad, Knight? Why did you kill him?” “I didn’t kill him, goddamn it!” I barked, not able to take it anymore. “I didn’t fucking kill him, Aria!” I stared at her tear-filled eyes. “Yes… I’m a mafia boss. I kill people for a living. I don’t bat an eye when I do it too—but I never killed Angelo,” I breathed as I reached out to wipe her cheeks. She flinched lightly, but I ignored it, wiping her tears away. "He’s alive," I breathed.

I think the poor woman is finally starting to realize just how serious I am. “You sick sons of bitches,” she hisses. “My father is going to kill you! Do you know Mafia Boss Leonardo Franco?” I rub the bridge of my sore nose. “We’ll see, princess. We’ll see.” I leave Leo and Samuel to guard the prisoner while Roman and Damien quickly follow me out of the room. We climb the staircase leading up to the main floor of the taxi depot, greeted by the sound of rumbling engines and mechanics hard at work. Everything smells of car exhaust and motor oil—a far cry from the new Mancini Family’s heyday in the diamond mining sector, but it’s nonetheless a source of pride for me.

"You're mad at me, aren't you? You deliberately found a man to make me jealous? Come home with me now!" Before he could touch the hem of Gianna's clothing, someone gripped his wrist. The sound of bones dislocating rang out. "If you don't want your hand, I can chop it off for you." Caio shielded Gianna behind him, his eyes contemptuous as his grip showed no mercy. "You're the one who took her?" Matteo was drenched in cold sweat from the pain but still shouted a warning. "Gigi, stay away from him! He's a mafia boss from the free port. He kills without batting an eye..."

“But everyone has a limit. And I’m going to find yours.” The first cut was clean. Precise. The scream that followed tore through the room. Then came the searing burn of hot metal against flesh. The prisoner writhed, but remained silent. “This is about Gianluca, isn’t it?” Dante growled, momentarily losing control. His voice cracked, pain bleeding through the ice. The prisoner shook his head. Dante didn’t believe him. “Was it your boss who ordered the hit?” He slammed him again with the metal knuckles. Blood sprayed. The man’s face twisted in pain.

His lips plump and of pink colours or probably the comestic he put on makes it that way. " You are on holiday here in Louisiana for two months? Had a boss name Thompson and a friend Casey... Right? " He asked stunning me Totally. " How do you know about this information so fast? " I managed to asked him dumbfounded but he glare at me in answer clenching his teeth.

ANDRETTI 'what do you mean the shipment has been detained?' Andretti Agnello the most feared Mafia boss in Sicily roared, his baritone voice resounding as he faced one of his soldiers, soldiers were the lowest ranking members of the mafia, they take care of the dirtiest liitle jobs. Andreo was his most trusted soldier, he was raised among the Agnello children as their play mate. 'i just got the call now boss, apparently our man was not at the wharf and the custom officers there discovered the shipment ' Andreo answered with his head bowed, he dared not look into the boss's eyes.

Realizing my position on his lap, I panicked and tried to get off him—but he didn’t let go. "Come in," he said. My eyes grew wide again. Oh no, did he really just say that? I immediately pretended to be asleep and leaned my body against him like I was dozing off. "What is it?" he asked. "Ah, Boss… did we disturb you?" "Isn’t it obvious? What do you need?" I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing. I could feel the annoyance dripping from his voice. "Riguardo alla mafia nemica. Hanno attaccato uno dei nostri uomini."

After so many days, i have finally learnt to walk normally after his Hardcore sex. Before he comes out I quickly washed myself and wore my dress. I grabbed my purse and Ran downstairs and finally out of the mansion. This house will always haunt me, this is not house it's a hell for me and That man is Lucifer. Dominick Moretti, Italian mob boss. I hate working for him but at the same time I am proud of myself that I am knowledgeable enough to work with him. I am his personal accountant. I manage his accounts. And this is what keeping me and my father alive.

“He was at one of my clubs, drunk might I add, before saw me. He claimed that ‘Ezra D’Caprio’, in his eyes, ME, ruined everything for him alongside his wife. He started public shooting, and almost killed three girls at the club. Thankfully, the cops weren’t around the scene when we got out, and people were yet to arrive in full numbers. But I had to close down for a while. Now, I came here because if men are going to end up coming to Moscow to ruin my business, then I am going to have to deal with you.” “You’re part of the mafia, aren’t you?” “Isolated or not, it runs in our blood. I am Pakhan, or in other words, Boss bossov.” Boss of Bosses. “Or what you call a Capo dei Capi.” “Separated or

My best friend, my partner in crime (well, figuratively speaking), and the one person who could always brighten my day no matter what. I parked my car right next to one of the many luxurious cars lining the parking lot and stepped out, smoothing down my dress and taking a deep breath. The idea of seeing Emilia after so long made my heart race with excitement, but there was also a small knot of unease in my stomach. Mansions like this didn’t belong to ordinary people, and Emilia’s vague descriptions of her “boss” who turned out to be Alaric Castillo, was anything but ordinary. One of the most feared and ruthless Capo in the mafia.