Jungkook Mafia Novels & Stories

She leered, 'Your brothers went in search of Jungkun and they only want to kill him'. She instantly looked up and her heart stopped for a while. Her ears couldn't believe it. She nicely held her hand and imitated, 'Unnie your brothers are dangerous. They don't want you with Jungkun because they've chosen Yunki to be your life partner. You know Yunki also belongs to the mafia, which is why they want you to marry him but haven't told you about it'.

I wanted to make a joke and point out she was taller than he was but it was hardly the time. “What does her mating her get me? I need a ranked title,” he said, tapping his finger on the table. “What the fuck are you even talking about? WE had a deal,” Lorenzo said, as two of his human guards stepped closer. We had him. It was a forbidden fruit too good to resist. “You fall in line, under my son, period. They will have to vote on your title. Mikhail agrees to stop whatever the fuck he’s doing and go back home,” Sofia said, stopping short of saying, ‘or else I tell my daddy’.

And in the middle of their business, I'm the poor Lee Myung-dae! "I made a deal with that Mafia. "WHHAATTTT!" Myung-dae cried with utter shock, he questioned himself quickly if anything wrong with his ears. "Y-you made a what with who?! "You know I don't like to repeat, Myung-dae," she pressed the butt of cigar in the ashtray. "So yes, what you heard was right. I made a deal with Mafia Sung-ho, thanks to you. Myung-dae blinked rapidly, digesting what his friend just said to him. Did anyone ever get a feeling that the earth was circling around itself in a wrong way, counter-clockwise? He felt the same

‘A fun ride in the train is what she needed to get away from the mediocrity of Austria these days,’ she thought while driving to the station after fooling Shane to leave her alone in her room and escaping through the emergency exit from the opposite doorway where she’d placed no security. Somethings, she needed to do alone and this heist was a dream she’d planned since she read about the diamonds in possession of the Italian Mafia’s some days ago. ‘Marco Harold, The Lord of Mafia’s has appointed nine regional Mafia’s to manage the nine cities of the country while he served the capital city of Rome. Nine under him managed the business dealings on his behalf while reporting it to him on a mont

I smiled like an angel. When I returned, Alexander was laughing, actually, genuinely laughing. "Lena. I cannot believe you did that." "I'm unpredictable." Then I stopped completely. My mouth fell open. Seven men stood across the room. "Lena?" Alexander asked. I grabbed his arm with both hands. "It's BTS," I whispered, barely breathing. "RM. Suga. Jin. J-Hope. Jimin. Jungkook. Taehyung. I have dreamed of this moment since I was a teenager."

Aaliyah leaned closer, lowering her voice. “That’s Suhee Park — daughter of Euna Baek, Secretary-General of the United Nations, and Minho Park, the second most powerful businessman in Korea, and number 3 in the world’s top 5. She’s a 4th generation chaebol. The guy next to her is Alejandro Carvajal — his father is a Colombian mafia boss disguised as a businessman, Don Diego Carvajal. You don’t want to mess with him.

A slight curve appeared on his lips and he replied: “Of course.” Why did I bother to ask this person? Of course, he already checked all of my records. After all, he was the mafia king of this city. Well, at first I didn’t know that my girlfriend’s father was a mafia king but after our last meeting I checked on him and if I said I was not shocked to know his identity then it’ll be the biggest lie. I was very scared but I will not step back. I love Isabella. I’ll not leave her and I’ll make sure this mafia king will accept me.

"You haven't let any of this break you yet. Don't let it start now." I sat with that. The folder on the nightstand. The tea going cool. Mara in the chair she'd pulled around to face me, present and steady and entirely unsentimental about it. "I'm angry," I said. "Good," she said. "At all of it. At him. At my uncle. At the situation." "Good," she said again. "Anger means you're still fighting. It's when the anger stops that I'd worry." I almost smiled. Almost.

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