Novel & Cerita Jimin Mafia

“The men at the restaurant weren’t random terrorists, Alex. They were after me.” Alex’s smirk faded slightly. “Yeah, I kind of figured that part out. What I don’t get is why.” Damien took a deep breath before sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing his hands together. “The Cobra isn’t just some gang. They’re an international organization—dangerous, well-funded, and relentless. I used to be part of them, when my family was in great dept and I need money for my parents medication.” Alex blinked, his body stiffening slightly. “…What?”

I decided to marry her and my future father-in-law can’t change that fact. Remembering my father-in-law’s warning, a smirk appeared on my lips, and I said “I’ve been told.” He tilted his head and said with an arrogant voice “Romano sends his greetings.” Hearing that name, my stomach tightened. Romano! Even I knew that name. That was the leader of the rival mafia group. In this city, two mafia groups always fight for their territory. Victor Falcone was the mafia king of this city and Romano Vitelo was his rival.

Ash: Yeah, do that Ash: Remember all I said Ash: AJ, after the group chat talk, I’ll text you to voice some doubts regarding SL's and members of the clan's loyalty Livia: God, you've been feeding my sapiosexuality so well, Mob Boss Ash Livia: You're so smart and attractive right now, and I'm just a poor girl. You must stop before I start pooling Mia: Olivia focus -_- Livia: I'm just saying Ash: You're feeding mine too Ash: Group chat

Chapter 24: All Mine Faith Mabel I wanted to laugh at what Eltan said, saying it must be a joke, but I knew he wouldn't joke about something like this. It took me more than a few seconds to let it sink in. He is the leader of a mafia gang? I didn't exactly know what mafia gangs did. But they were known as bad people. Even the people who murdered my parents belonged to the mafia. But... Eltan couldn't be bad, right?

Third Person Pov: Thomas Allen is one of the most ruthless leaders in the mafia gang Hayden Wren heads. Its known as 'Python'. Recently, there's been a fued between the two, hence; Thomas moved to Dubai. The members of the gang thought things would dissolve over time... but it didn't. Communication seized between the two for the past two years. Now, Thomas is back to set things right.

After hesitating for a moment, he decided against making the call. If this was true, he couldn't afford to involve the mafia's influence. To search would be to acknowledge the importance. He should instead focus on finding entertainment. If he heard news of Jane Hilton having her limbs twisted, he must appear indifferent to ensure his safe return. Jane Hilton, oh Jane Hilton. Repeating the name silently in his mind several times, Winston Barrymore forced a bitter smile. He couldn't let himself get caught up. Jane Hilton was practically hell, let whoever wants to go in, go in. Such a rational and intelligent person—he would have to fend for herself.

She muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. He nodded, turning to the chef. “You heard her, didn’t you?” He asked and the maid nodded, heading back to the open kitchen. Chiara’s gaze flicked to the other man sitting across from Dante. He had black hair, light olive skin and a small black moustache under his nose. He was the only person she knew nothing about. The man, seeming to notice her curious stare, looked up and flashed her a slight grin. “I’m Nico, Dante’s best friend.”

“And their son, Louise Choi.” Agatha looks up at the man, who smiles down at her with his signature Cheshire cat smile, as if excited to be finally introduced. “Just like the Cross Swords, Choi Jongil is the biggest underworld don od South Korea, the Dragon Blood Mafia.” What… The shock is evident in Agatha and Soralina’s face, but what surpriseds them even more is what Gustav mutters under his breath. “Like as if I don’t know that already.” What…is going on here? ___________________