Lord Of Crime Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

"And you believe all that crap he spilt? Let me tell you, he is a mafia. He is hiding behind his father's name, he is a dangerous man to the society. I can't sit and watch the lives of the people in this community become victims of his dirty business." "Señor I Know that you have the interest of the people in your heart but two wrongs don't make a right. You don't fight fire with fire and yes I know that he is a drug lord but what evidence do you have against him? Do you have his fingerprint on anything confiscated from any crime scene?" "I'm going to let you go with a warning, but the next time you kidnap someone again, I don't know care for what reason just know that you'll be rotting in j

"Because I'm trying to protect you, love! I'm trying to keep you safe, to keep you out of this world of danger and violence. I don't want you getting hurt again!" "so you are a criminal?" Luna asked again, her face didn't show any emotions. Arthur let out a growl of frustration, his fingers clenching into fists at his sides. It was clear that she wasn't going to let this go. He met her gaze head on, the truth finally spilling from his lips. "Yes, love. I am a criminal. I am a mafioso, a mob boss. I run an empire of crime and violence. Is that what you wanted to hear?"

The only reason I had fought tooth and nail to leave Russia. Alisa was everything to me. And Luca knew that. I pressed my lips tightly in anger. I was cornered. I didn't have a choice. It was either this job or Alisa's life, and I would protect Alisa with everything I had. My eyes opened, staring blankly into his. “Who do you want dead?” “The lord of the Italian Mafia,” He replied. “Hell.” No fucking way!

The uncomfortable chair and cheap table didn’t bother him as much as the thoughts running through his head. Armani del Rossi was no ordinary man. He ruled his world from the shadows, the name “Del Rossi” whispered with fear and reverence across continents. He was a mafia lord—a ruthless, calculating figure who commanded loyalty through power and fear. Possession was his creed. Control was his doctrine. And anything he wanted, he took.

He knew there was a deep meaning in what he said and he wanted nothing more than to find out what really was in those words. "For as long as I can remember, Michael has been a thorn in my flesh. He tortured me and dealt with me for years both physically and mentally and you think I am going to allow him to die the easy way? Just like that?" Connor snapped. Bruno took a step back as if only just realizing who he was talking to. He had underestimated this man sitting before him. He had forgotten that the man sitting before him was a deadly man, a billionaire and a mafia lord who controlled thousands of men and thousands of properties and he knew not to talk to him anyhow he liked because he co

they replied in unison, both turning to look at me at once. “Who?“ I inquired, although I suspected the answer. “The Lord of the sins,” they replied with a look of reverence and dread in their eyes. My heart trembled at their response, and I opened my mouth in awe. The Lord of the sins? I had expected them to call him “The Lord” or “Lord Draven”. I took that to heart, asking in a defensive tone and stance. “Why did you call him that?“ Their eyes darted as if they were terrified. “Because that's what he is. People say his very existence is a sin, and that was affirmed when he slaughtered hundreds of soldiers and let us live.“

anties down, she clutches my hand and whispers, “Please… it’s too soon.” I don’t wanna listen to her coz my c.ock is already swollen and ready. It can’t be left hanging. My intact desire to proceed with where I left off suddenly grapples with my hesitation when her eyes well with tears. So what if she’s crying? It’s her job to satisfy me! I’m Davide Ocampo - The Manila Mafia’s heir to the throne! Nobody can lord over me! I pin Mackenzie to the desk and heartlessly press my face into her b.rests again. Then, I freeze when a growl of what seems to be a huge, untamed beast rumbles in the air.

Long moments of silence passed between us, and when I was sure he had recovered from the trauma of recounting a sad tale he’d probably kept buried away, I cleared my throat to get his attention. “You do know the kind of work I do, don’t you?” He turned his face to me, his eyes red-rimmed. “To some extent, yeah,” he replied, nodding. I scoffed, turning around and pushing the door open. “Well, if your father is an officer of the law, Luca, what does that make me?” “A criminal?” I snapped my fingers as I walked into the room. “Bingo.” I turned to him, signaling him to come in. “That’s right. I’m a mafia boss, Luca, and when I take you under my wings, you become a criminal too. Are you cool with

I could only hope that my lycan get backs before it was too late. But apart from this, would she want to get tangled up with a mafia lord? Obviously, she didn’t know who I was, well nobody knew. What they knew was that I was a rich businessman with different companies under my name. Nobody knew that all that was just a cover for what I really did, except the few clans had prepositioned us to wear collars. I was beginning to regret that decision. “I understand, Liam. She is too innocent for me and what I do. I get it. Is that the only reason why you are here?” I asked him, standing up from the bed, feeling the need to take a bath seriously.

No wonder Lucario had kept mute, saying nothing. Lord Lucas was the leader of the second leading mafia gang in the vicinity, Python Confraternity. He was domineering and powerful too, just like Lucario. But Lucario, beats him hands down in fame, influence and affluence. Lucario is more commanding than he is. For a long time now, Lord Lucas has been asking for her hand in marriage, but she has vehemently refused. She just doesn't know what love is, and she is never ready to experience it, not now, not ever. Even if she wanted to, it wouldn't be with someone like Lord Lucas, that beast.