Romans & histoires Lord Of Crime Fanfiction

"Ashton, this is... everything I wanted. Everything we worked for." He cupped my face, his golden eyes blazing. "And it’s just the beginning, angelo oscuro. You’re unstoppable now. Your reputation as the cruel mafia lord has spread like wildfire. You have more allies than you ever dreamed of. The triplets are falling apart. This world and theirs are yours to conquer."

Larry smiles and says, “he is with me." “Listen to this clown,” says Rat to the others, “his no number, nothing.” Larry has his prison clothes on and no tattoos showing. But this 28 can somehow sense something dark about him. Suddenly Larry grabs Rat by the neck and pushes him to the wall, taking off his top, “I stand protected on the ground of Lucifer. If your men try attacking me, I will make sure your lives become more miserable here. This guy, leave him alone he is under Lucifer’s protection,” Larry says as he stabs the plastic fork into Rat's eye. He then lifts him higher against the wall and throws him hard onto the ground as he turns around to look at the 28s. He looks over at the oth

“What makes you think he would hand over an asshole like Durant for one woman?” “It’s not just about who you are to him, but also this.” He gestured around the room. I cocked a brow. “I don’t understand.” “Oh, haven’t you heard of the ledi v lente? Lady in the tape?” He leaned in. “We’ve all heard the tale. On the day of his initiation as the capo of the Vitale Crime Empire,” he raised his voice as he took the name, “he received a tape of a woman having sex with the enemy, which traumatised him completely.”

“You are not my equal. You are not my Luna. You are merely useful—for now. Your wolf soothes the beast when it suits me, but do not mistake that usefulness for power. Do not mistake my tolerance for weakness. I am the Lycan King. I do not apologize. I do not bow. And I certainly do not take orders from a prisoner who only survives because she still has some value to me.” The emotional blow landed hard, twisting something deep in my chest. Prisoner. Tool. Lowly werewolf. Each word was designed to remind me of my place, to crush any illusion of importance I might have begun to feel. And yet… I could see the flicker in his eyes. The slight crack in his armor. He was enraged because deep down, s

He sniffled and said,"if they aren't here then they are at the new mafia lord abode. Today also serves as their meeting." New MAFIA Lord? Damien blinked his eyes severally as he muttered those words within him. Who is that? That dares to put his valuable in fire and watched his offsprings being feed to the dog? Has his jail journey earned so much disrespect and dishonor? His blood was boiling with anger line water boiling fish. He shrugged his head, lifting his gaze at Alex. In a low tone, he spoke. " Who is this new fool that dares to convert my position? Hadn't he heard about Damien? The devil who is from hell, who fears no one. Whom everyone tremble at the mention of his name?"

“Just a lovesick fool.” Dominic’s eyes flashed with fury. He leaned in close, his voice a menacing whisper. “I’d rather be a lovesick fool than a monster like you. You’ll rot for what you’ve done.” Lucian’s anger flared, his voice rising to a shout. “You think this is over? You think she’ll ever be safe with you around?” Dominic straightened, a devilish smile curling his lips. “Oh, it’s over for you, Lucian. You’ll never hurt anyone again. Enjoy your cell—it’s the closest thing you’ll ever have to a home.”

"Okay. I trust you, baby." The corner of his mouth tugged upwards in a faint smirk, some of the blazing intensity momentarily dimming behind those navy eyes. "Of course you do," he rasped, words almost teasing. "You're stuck with this pain-in-the-ass for life, remember?" Despite herself, despite the chaos swirling around them, Lily felt a tiny breathless giggle escape her at his unexpectedly playful tone. She smacked him lightly on the arm. "Shut up, oh mighty and fearsome crime lord. I could still kick your ass to the curb if I really wanted."

"Same fire. Same fighting spirit." They pulled up to the mansion, and the driver smoothly maneuvered through the towering gates. Kate’s eyes widened as she took in the big white mansion, its grandeur stressed by golden lion statues guarding the entrance. "You’re definitely a crime lord," she said, her voice laced with awe. "There’s no way you’d have all this wealth without something illegal going on." Damon smirked, stepping out of the Jeep. "You haven’t seen anything yet," he said, his tone casual. "This mansion? It’s the cheapest one I own."

I feel the beginnings of anger stir in my veins. Soon. Soon enough, she'll be begging for my touch. "Who are you?" She asks, voice quivering. I consider her question. She's so pure. So innocent. So beautiful. I do not want the dark part of me to touch her. Nothing is allowed to taint such ethereal beauty. Tonight I will be Luca. Blackstone, crime Lord and mob boss has been banished to the shadows. I tip her chin upwards with my finger, ignoring her protests.

Without another word, the man drank the honey inside Arren again, just like last night, which Arren couldn't remember anymore. *** Last night, Arren was kidnapped and held captive by Leonard Connor, a cruel mafia boss who was lucky because he won gambling. In that game, Leon managed to defeat an old man who had nothing but his beloved daughter, Arrendice Hart. No one thought that Leon would receive the winning payment in the form of a virgin girl. "Where is that girl?" Leon asked impatiently. Coincidentally, his passion tonight must be satisfied. Arren's father—a drunken widower and gambler—shows him his residence. Leon immediately headed there after winning the bet.