Novel & Cerita Kidnapped By The Mafia Full Movie

“I’ve been meaning to tell you, but things have been so crazy.” I set the chopsticks down, my appetite vanishing swiftly. “Matteo, you’re starting to freak me out. What happened?” He looked at me, His eyes dark with something I couldn’t quite place. “She was kidnapped.” The words hit me like a punch. “What?” “Yeah,” he said, leaning back against the couch. “She and Alaric went out, and they were ambushed. Some guys shot him and took her.” “Wait, back up,” I said, holding up a hand. “Alaric? As in the mafia guy who helped you get the job?”

He said. "I don't like her nor am I in love with her. I just told you, she's mine. That's all. Mine to hold, mine kiss, mine to fuck." Lorenzo said. John tilted his head, eyeing his best friend. John has known Lorenzo most of his life. When Lorenzo's father Alessandro moves the Mafia to America after he had won a war between the him and the American Mafia, he found John. John was homeless. An 11 year old homeless innocent little boy, stealing food to at least stay alive.

At this point, I don’t know if finding a man I didn’t grow up with because of a dead woman’s last wish is worth all of this. I got myself involved with the mafia barely three weeks in, and I have been kidnapped, tortured, had my friends’ safety threatened, and now a mafia Don just asked me to be his mistress or he will kill me. I think it might be time for me to get my passport ready and leave this godforsaken country. ##########

He leans closer, lowering his voice just enough to cut through the noise. “That whole kidnapping? It doesn’t sit right. And you fell right into it.” He taps my chest. “You threw everything at it without asking the right questions.” My jaw tightens. “You’re saying—” “I’m saying you got scammed. I tried to warn you, but you refused to listen.” The word hits like a hammer. “If the guy was truly kidnapped, where are the scars? Why is he so cold toward someone who rescued him? I’ve been in the mafia underworld since I was ten, and I can tell you for a fact… things don’t go down like this.”

“You can’t just say something like that without explaining.” Marcus looked away, his shoulders trembling. “They were in the wrong place at the wrong fucking time. His family… they had enemies. Dangerous ones. And my parents—my innocent parents—got caught up in that mess. Because of him. Because of his family. My parents never wanted anything to do with the Mafia even though they loved their nephew which was why they didn't hesitate to try and save him.” “That’s not the same as him killing them,” I said, though my voice lacked conviction. “If it was his enemies—”

"Heaven, it's a complicated situation. I don't owe them money; I owe them a bride." I stared at him, confusion and disbelief mingling on my face. "A bride? What are you talking about?" He took a deep breath before explaining, "Years ago, I made a deal with the Turkish mafia. They wanted a connection to our family, and in return, they offered protection and influence. The deal was sealed with an agreement that one day, I would give them a bride." My heart raced, a sense of dread settling in. "And that guy, the one who just threatened us, is he...?"

Justice, Mafia Style ______ "Let me go, you bastards!" Monica thrashed against the ropes binding her wrists and ankles, her screams echoing through the warehouse. The moment I stepped in, every man in the room turned to acknowledge me. "Welcome, boss," one of them greeted. Monica's frantic gaze snapped to me. "Leo?" Her face twisted in shock, then instantly softened as she switched tactics. "Leo, these people kidnapped me on my way to your house! I was coming to see you!" she cried.

He didn't have to worry about getting sold like I did. "Adriana Amrita O' Knight, get your butt down here right now!" My mother said as she was mad. She even used my damn middle name. That was always a scary point for me and my brother. If we got the middle name by any of our parents we knew they meant business. Usually we would cave by then but I'm 18 years old I can do what I want. And right now that was sitting in a kids tree house."No not till you and dad tell me I'm not getting married." I said. "Adriana would you stop being a child for once!" My mother said."I'm not a child mother!" I hissed leaning my head out the window sounding just like a child."Adriana please..." she requested."Te

"Oh, so you do admit that you are related to Salvador Cavallaro. Did he send you here to spy on me?" "What are you talking about Tristan. Your men were the one's who kidnapped me." "So you expect me to believe that this was all a coincidence? That you have no idea who I am?" "Tristan, I have no idea what you're talking about, my uncle isn't part of the mafia he's just a business man." I tell him with fear in my voice. He laughs maniacally. "A business man? Are you serious right now. That man is the devil."

Another of the main said. “What?” I shrieked, “What do you mean? Who ordered that?” “Our boss did, and your father was in agreement to taking you as repayment.” The first man said. “This is bullshit! You can't take me, what will happen to my sister?” I shouted. “That's not our problem. Just come with us, or we'll have to use force.” The second man said, moving forward slightly. I tried to run, but they were bigger and faster than me, so I was caught in no time. I struggled and kicked, but the man holding me only stood still, like a solid wall of muscle.