Novel & Cerita Leader Of The Mafia

Just older. The caption reads: "Lucia Santino, heir to the Santino fortune, attends annual charity gala." "That's my mom," I whisper, shaking. Your mother wasn't Lucia Hale. She was Lucia Santino. And that's why people are hunting you. "I don't understand. Who are the Santinos?" He writes slowly, carefully: One of the five founding families. The most powerful one. And you're the last surviving heir. "What does that mean?" It means you're worth more dead than alive to four families.

"Tell him you'll fix it on your part, make something up. I'm trying to take care of you, that one or the other boot lickers is trying to overtake you." "I don't want you to take care of me! And that's the most twisted definition I've ever heard of caring for someone!" "Well, it's about time you realized I'm a little twisted. Mina, you're just getting to know what this whole world is about. If you let me, I can show you everything, as long as you go carefully and follow my every precaution." Your world. The business one. The mafia. The money guys. Politics. The power one.

, he asked in curiosity. "Sort of" "But how can you be so sure that your groom is partying right now and fucking other girls?", he inquired. "Come on, he is....", I was talking aloud. However, then I realised I shouldn't talk about my would-be husband before everyone. I lowered my voice and leaned to him. "He is the leader of the biggest mafia gang", I whispered. "Mafia?", he exclaimed. "Yes. And you know how these mafia people are. They have no morals and they love fucking around", I grumbled. "Though I heard he is the CEO of a renowned tobacco company, who cares?"

“I think we understand each other, Señor Petrosky. Every day you will be permitted one minute to speak to your son while we wait for the shipments to go through.” Dr. Madison Petrosky I’m coming undone, shaking, and screaming at Sebastian for letting this happen to our son. Logically, I know he’s done all he can to protect our family and has exited several of the more violent lines of business he’d inherited as the local mafia boss. On the surface, to all my work associates, Sebastian’s a highly respected hedge fund manager with several high-profile clients. But that’s not what landed our son in the hands of ruthless killers.

Sahir said. "My son, I'm the leader, not any small one, but then the leader of the underworld, king of the Mafia! The one who does everything, from smuggling to killing people! Every cruelest thing." Sahir's eyes widened at his words. But he kept calm until his Abbu said something which shaken up his heart.

I said looking at Lorenzo worried, I did not understand that I was beating, Lorenzo was the Don of the Italian Mafia, as it is possible that I did not know this news first hand. "He may be dead but his killer, he shouldn’t be far away and if the Russian mafia is involved, I think we already know where to start looking for your sister Camilo," Lorenzo said clearing up the confusion. "you’re right and according to the news the new leader of the Russian mafia, announced that he will rule this city from now on. And most importantly, I heard that he is crueler than other leaders and that he does not know the word of mercy in his life, "Camilo said looking at Lorenzo.

I have no intention of burying Max and want him to rot and be eaten by animals. And that's when I changed the name of the mafia group that Max led to mine, The W. Richard Walter Ghonee. Walter is the name my mother gave me, and I like my middle name. . At the age of 25, I became the leader of The W Mafia. When I showed the letter to Max's subordinates, none of them rejected me as their new leader. They must have known I had killed Max and forced him to write a power of attorney. I remember the words from the mouth of one of the old maids who had worked for Max for decades.

He threw the expensive bottle of alcohol on the table at them but fortunately, it broke right in front of them. "Try harder? You could have done that before now, Leonard Wood is not a God, he is only a Mafia king so why the hell would any of you give me flimsy excuses in the beginning? Damn this rule" he yelled, his veins popped out immediately while his face turn harder with each passing seconds. In the city where Leonard Wood lead is the Mafia leader, a lot of underground businesses doesn't kick off without his permission like importing hard drugs. He must consent to it before it can be brought in else, if smuggled in, Leo doesn't forgive anyone that is caught doing that.

Martin asked casually, leaning on the rail beside him. Lorenzo didn’t answer directly. "You recorded it? Or hacked it?" Martin shrugged. "Does it matter? The important thing is: I have it." "What do you want? Money?" Lorenzo asked, already fishing for how deep this would go. Martin let out a low chuckle. "Money? Please. That’s too simple. No, I want something much more useful." He turned, locking eyes with Lorenzo. "I want access. You’re Raphael's brother. You work inside his empire. I want you to be my eyes and ears. Feed me information. Sabotage when necessary. Undermine quietly."

"Come on, Vincenzo, I think we don't need your men. We can deal with these idiots." She added loudly. I knew she did that to escape what I was going to tell her. "But…." James tried saying, but he was interrupted by Lorenzo. "She is right, James. We are the top three most feared mafia leaders. Most people in this room are just gang leaders, Elijah himself didn't even show up," he said. "If he did, I wouldn't have killed him," James said. "How? And you don't even have any weapon with you. Or are you Klaus Mickelson?" The lady asked, making all of us chuckle.