Italian Mafia Series の小説・ストーリー

5'8 Alessandro:25 years old.The oldest.Cold ,ruthless and next italian mafia heir.Only values family and does not show emotions to anyone but his little sister.Overprotective of his brothers but mostly Alessa and only has a soft side for Alessa 6'5 Marco:23 years old.Second oldest.Kind,Loving to his family but in the mafia his ruthless and cold.Overproctive of Alessa.He is the mother hen of the family.His 6'3

Like he hadn’t just shot someone in the middle of a mafia summit. He was everything my father warned me about—and everything I’d ever dreamed of. The meeting was between the three most powerful mafia families in Italy: the Leoni, the Campania, and the Mia. It was the first time in years they had all sat together in the same room. The police were closing in, getting smarter, bolder. Some idiot detective had gotten lucky and connected the dots, and now there were whispers of a joint investigation. Everyone was scared. But not Alexandro.

Luca's POV After Silver suddenly left yesterday, I noticed how her muscles got tense during the news. The Romano family. Five years ago, the family was slaughtered and the mansion was burnt into ash,one of the most powerful Mafia families was reduced to ashes in a single night with no survivors. I sigh. Back then, my father had informed me that a contract between the two families would hold out to restore peace, but the plan never happened. I know it was very disheartening, but why was she acting that way? Why was she overly affected by the news? I kept thinking as she left the ward yesterday, leaving only the faint scent of her perfume.

I begged him, my arms wandering to interlock with his. Luciano still remained silent for a while, our breaths mixing as we both just stared immensely into each others eyes. "You want to know the truth?" He asked, now with a more stern tone. I nodded frantically. "I really do. More than any thing else right now" "I guess there is no need in keeping any more secrets from you. I am Luciano Greco, the capo dei capi of the Italian-American mafia. I am the don of the mafia"

As I move, my dress rustles softly, and my hair stays perfectly in place. "Wow, Lessia is this not too much?", I ask unsure. "No, it is perfect", Lessia said still trying to arrange the strands of hair on my head. I rolled my eyes and said, "Lessia why did you dress me like this, I look like two million threw up on me". She looked at my reflection in the mirror and said, "You look amazing and by the way you are the daughter of the Mafia boss, you need to dress the part". "Mafia?", I asked confused.

she said, and I let her. After dinner, Dante, Gio, Antonio, and I were on the porch at the back. I updated them on what was going on. “Okay then, we know who we are looking for, so there is no confusion. Pascal and the others will be here in a few days, and we start,” Antonio said, and I looked at him. Pascal wasn't just a security detail. Pascal and his men were demons. They were truly what the world feared. Yes, we were a Mafia family, and Pascal and his team were who we used when we wanted to make a statement.

“Tell me about my grandfather.” “Chiara,” Dante said, the warning in his voice was clear, yet Chiara refused to back down. “If you’re not going to tell me that, tell me why I’m dangerous to you.” “Chiara, just drop it.” Though the warning was more prominent, Chiara still refused to back down. “If you aren’t going to answer them,” She paused, watching him closely for a reaction. When she saw none, she continued speaking. “What do you do for a living? It has to be something illegal if you could access guns and even shoot Nico without flinch—“

Did he think that Russo wasn't going to catch onto his lame plans and finish him? "Wipe that cocky look from your face." He bit out, making me automatically throw him a glare. What I had truly not expected, was for him to land a hot slap on my face with the back of his palm. I recognized the metallic taste of blood on my tongue, and gnashed my teeth in anger. How dare he? "If you think you can fight, then get up and do so!" He yelled into my face, looking into my eyes. That action of his, only made me start to laughing. Oh God, so hilarious. Jacobo's family was far from being as industrious and powerful as that of the Russos and many other founding mafia families in Italy. To us, he was like

"Now you can imagine what I am capable of doing to you, right? You see, my little Love, I could crush your neck right now, and no one would ever know. I could strip you down and fuck you right here on this bed, and absolutely no one would come to save you." His smirk vanished, replaced by an expression of pure, chilling stone. "So, this is my final warning. Do not test my patience. I am already having a very hard time keeping my cool around you, and you are being fucking impossible. The next time you decide to open your smart mouth, think very carefully about the consequences. Alright?" "Y-yes," I choked out, the tears flowing freely now. "Are... are you in the mafia?" the words tumbled out

And now you dare rub it on my face? What you think of it huh? I accept my lifestyle; I proudly wear my status not like you fucking double face. You want to throw your brother into deep holes of sorrow fear and tears, to hell with you. Fuck it. Do whatever you want to get him back. But remember, I won’t help you even if you crawl back to me. Leave before I throw you out". It was the Mafia speaking. Lucas; was a whole mafia himself. He went out of his penthouse to god knows where leaving a messed up Jeffery and a silent Parker behind.