Lavender Mafia Novels & Stories

Could it be that they wanted to kill them off, after making sure that they have been weakened by the collars? Could it be the other mafia clans? But they didn’t know he was a Lycan. It was only a few that knew of their true nature. As a matter of fact, the other mafian clans do not know of their true nature, except Ambosia, and that was because his uncle was part of the council. Could it be Ambosia? He didn’t think so. His spies whom he had sent to check on the arrogant dealer weren’t back, but he was sure that the man was innocent of this particular crime.

The bag containing the gold was slung over one shoulder as she stared back at Chiara with her emerald green eyes. "Lucky me. Thanks, though," Alice said, and Chiara smiled back at her. She got back into the car, and it took quite some time before she could get the engine running again. She drove off afterward. Alice sighed and turned to face the large building in front of her. It was heavily fenced, making it a 'no-go zone' for intruders—Vicenzo Empire. If the mafia world had a king, it would be the Don of Vicenzo. The Vicenzo mafia empire was first in terms of rank, wealth, and affluence.

Gerald drove with a quiet competence that was unnerving, his eyes scanning the road, the mirrors, always aware. He didn’t look back at me nor speak to me because there was no need for that, no need for any of those rubbish, now I was just cargo, a delivery to be made. It actually made me scoff, because thinking about my life this is the only thing it did amount to. The Salvatoris. A name that tasted like ash and fear on my tongue, certainly another dangerous mafia gang across the country. Designed, he said, to make me suffer. Because I had to pay for Mabel. For his father. For Damien. For everything he believed she had been taken from him, but how does that even have to do with my own life.

I placed the letter down, and Finn spoke. “So what is the next step?” he asked, and I smiled, picking up my glass of wine, and taking a sip. Alpha Caramel loved and protected his pack, and people but I was going to rip it out of his grip while he watched me. “Simple,” I paused. “Get Lavender mated to the Alpha rogue, and destroy Alpha Caramel, and his pack.” I said. “What?" A voice came from the door

Grayson just sits obediently as he observes the spectacle. "Also on that note, I've got a job for you, A really interesting one at that" Isabella whispered with a devious smile into the ears of the elite Mafia hunter, Anna.

I encouraged her to continue. “It's that bastard. He attacked my men at the port in Country X,” Lana confessed angrily, her voice filled with frustration. “And by bastard, you mean...?” I pressed for more information. “Who else?! The Crimson Fox!” Lana spat out the name, her anger palpable.\n\nSilence enveloped the jet as I processed the name Lana had just uttered. Deep down, I struggled to hold in my laughter. The Crimson Fox? That was the name of the gang causing havoc? It sounded more cute than menacing.

When the red haze of fury finally cleared, I found myself standing over Helena's prone form, my hands sticky with blood. The warehouse had fallen silent, the fight over. But the real battle, I realized as I turned to face Aliyah's shocked gaze, was just beginning. Aliyah Sundane The world had tilted on its axis, everything I thought I knew crumbling around me. Alessandro, my Alessandro, was standing before me, his hands dripping with blood, his eyes wild with a fury I'd never seen before. Mafia. The word echoed in my mind, alongside the images from the folder Helena had shown me. Newspaper clippings of gang violence, photos of Alessandro with known criminals, documents detailing illegal oper

“We have client-lawyer confidentiality. You know the truth now. I told you that there was more to worry about than my infidelity.” “Oh god,” Ema said, sounding surprised. “A mafia boss? Can it get any worse?” “At this point, I wouldn’t be surprised if it does somehow get worse,” I replied. I swallowed. My mind raced. I knew how the mafia worked, at least to a certain extent. I knew, at the very least, that it was dangerous to go against them. That was why Mr. Henderson was so insistent on me taking Logan on as a client. He was afraid.

Vinca had painstakingly created this fragrance and it was for her personal use and refused to produce it for sale. The scent created from lavender, Bradford pear tree, and rosemary had taken Vinca months to perfect. She had refused to mass-produce the scent because she wanted something unique for herself. Damont was lost in the past when Ana swaggered in. She knew that look. Damont had it every time he thought about that bitch. How was it possible that whatever she did, he still thought about her? "Mmhh, what's on your mind honey?" Damont was sharply brought back to the present with that screech. He cringed and looked up.

Lavender, expensive vanilla body oil, and silk. ‘Vivian,’ Tara snarled with pure hatred. ‘She was standing right here. I would know that offensive perfume anywhere.’ A wave of anger rushed through my veins. I knew she did it, but smelling the actual proof right here on the lock made my blood boil. Vivian hadn't just used her father’s political power this time; she had physically sneaked down into the dark to rob a guest Alpha, putting the safety of the whole pack in danger just to get rid of me.