Novel & Cerita Kiss Of Death Mafia

he corrected me and I looked at him in shock. “MA… MA.. What?” I stammered while he laughed at me stammering. He didn't show any emotions till now and is now laughing seeing me suffering. “Mafia boss, darling. I am a Mafia man.” he said, taking his lips to mine and kissing me. I was too shocked to react but then my lips automatically started responding to his kiss. “If he can kill others he can kill you too.” a voice in me said and I remember him making me shoot an innocent man. I pushed me away making him groan in anger.

I nodded to Diego and he took out some more crisp one hundred dollar bills and was about to give to hand them to Gus when he put his hand up to in refusal, " No, no. I don't want money from you. I want you to promise our protection. This man is from the mafia. He will kill us if he finds out." So he's mafia. Interesting. It made sense. Whoever had taken Katarina knew of the inner workings of our establishment. They knew the premises of the main house, knew where each camera was and how to remain incognito. This person also knew about the debt of Chase Tomas, knew intimate details of our dealings. In order for that, they had to be mafia, which is what my father had mentioned at our last meeti

LORENZO POV “No one can know about this. We don’t know if it’s Caterina or not. If she is the one, we have to get our hands on that crate before anyone,” Father warned, his voice low and firm. I glanced at Bellini, he gave a short nod. “How do we handle the Yakiuza's? They’re going to be a problem for us,” I asked, sliding my hands into my pocket. “We pay them off,” Father answered without hesitation. Then he paused and tapped ash from his cigarette. “But set a meeting with them, Bellini. Pay them, also get an insider.”

“What!? But you said we were staying another week!” “I changed my mind.” Because if I stayed one more hour here, I’d go looking for Anastasia again. And that would be a disaster. Alex gripped the wheel. “Boss… the gangsters you killed at the club—did you find out who they belong to?” “Roosevelt Mafia Family,” I said calmly. Alex’s face was drained of color. “They’re the ones funding the drug trafficking in Europe and America. My spies confirmed they orchestrated the New York mayor’s murder.”

Rosa interrupted, looking away to hide the flicker of emotion in her eyes. Meanwhile Kevin seethed, glaring at Killian. “How do you know my sister, you blood sucker–?” “The same sister you tried to assault?” Killian mocked, lifting an eyebrow. The color drained from Kevin’s face. Killian’s stare chilled him. Kevin’s jaw locked. He knew better than to pick a fight with someone like Killian. He’d seen the headlines. Kevin turned back at Rosa. “Rosa! He’s a damn mafia. Do you even know how dangerous he–”

I moved closer again, “How do you know this?” “It’s Axel’s duty to know things.” He responded, and I blinked. My eyes strayed towards a wall and then bounced back to him. “And Sean is your executioner?” Colt gave me a small smile. “I am the executioner.” “And you say this is not the Mafia? What is missing: one Alejandro or Lorenzo, and some hard drugs.” His eyes had hearts in them now. “I missed you,” he said, but when I tried to wrap my arms around him, he moved away.

"You swore you'd give Clara eternal happiness, and because of that promise, I helped you kill your two brothers!" There was a collective gasp from the crowd. Connor's two older brothers had died under mysterious circumstances. For years, their deaths had been called an accident, an unfortunate twist of fate. But now, Harold had shattered that illusion, revealing that Connor had orchestrated their deaths. "Harold, stop making things up!" Connor barked, desperately dodging another strike. The next moment, Harold lunged, his claws a deadly arc targeting Connor's throat. Though he managed to deflect the blow, the force of the attack still cut deep into his shoulder. Blood bloomed across his torn

The blood spilled on my white dress and I guess that's the actual nature of being the daughter of a mafia and wife of the godfather instead of believing tears to leak from my eyes a smile embraced my lips. His body falls on the floor leaving the floor flooded with blood. Maximo and his crew stride inside they all watched me with a glorious face, their weapons dropped and they knelt on the floor showing a sign of respect, placing their hand near the heart they bowed their head and when they lifted their head they all gazed at me and said. "Welcome to his mafia world."

I swiped the phone and answered it. “We have a problem.” I frowned. “Vassily called. Viktor is dead.” I unconsciously stood abruptly from the shock. The table rattled, almost spilling my coffee. “He thinks it was the English mafia but he doesn’t have proof yet. He asks for a meeting with you, fratello. He’s now the leader of the entire Russian mafia. “We leave as soon as possible.” I answered. “Of course. Also Demario has been taken care of.” “Good.”

The way he made me ride him was so damn good. "It's also a sin." Killian suddenly stopped rocking my hips, holding me firmly over his large cock. "I have business here and then we leave again. Keep tempting me and I will make our next destination your new home." He looked darkly at me, forcing a deep shiver down my spine. I didn't fear his words like I should though. They excited me. He was caving to me and I would soon feel him again. I could have mind blowing sex with this mafia criminal for a few days. What would be the harm?