Novel & Cerita Lord Of Crime

The edges of the room faded into shadow, and the sound of the city outside was faint, like it belonged to another world. Guido Vorone sat at the head of the table. His suit was pressed sharp, the fabric catching a soft sheen under the light. His tie was loose, not from carelessness, but as if he had already settled in for business that would not end quickly. They called him Il Lupo, The Wolf. Years ago, Marco would not have remembered his face. Now Guido had more money than he could count, more men than he could name in one breath, and more guns than most families could dream of. He did not look rushed, yet there was a weight in his stillness, a sense that the entire table moved to his pace.

*****Leo POV***** I am Leonard Booi, the lord of the Booi mafia. I rule the north coast and a bit of the south just to piss off the Davi’s. The bastards deserve it and worse for wiping out my family. Besides my cousin, Owen and uncle, Wesley, I have no other blood relatives. Thanks to Nick Davi. This is why at the age twenty-five, I am the mafia lord.

Initially an all around commended virtuoso in swordsmanship, he has turned into a joke in the foundation. "Hello, sibling Locke, you're at long last back. So delighted to at long last see you once more… " The greasy who snapped Lorist out from his self agonizing was the head culinary specialist of the hotel, McDuffin. Wearing a mottled blue cover, he battled as he just barely got his enormous midsection through the entryway behind the counter.

Bullet shook his head in disappointment. “Why? To make me do embarrassing stuff?” Dakota knew him so well. “Well, there’s that. But there’s another thing.” “Fine, dare.” The gang boss thought that she could punish him later anyway if he was really going to make her do something that would embarrass her in front of the blonde. “Lend your ownership of the revolver that you got from Mathias to me,” Bullet shamelessly said almost quickly. Even though Olivia did not know who Mathias was, she was amused at the dare that he gave her as she realized that was how close friends in the crime world make dares to each other.

"You can't do this. Why are you even-" "Silence!" I froze at the call of his order as a sharp and sudden harrowing ache pierced through my stomach. I thought it was only one of his powers that had clench my chest and stomach, but it wasn't until my hands moved forward to touch my abdomen before I noticed. Blood. Pile of blood that I'd never seen before, gushing out like a runny water. "You and I are not friends or even enemies. You are too small to even be called my nemesis. For I am the lord of all beings, all of them!" He boasted.

I knew she would not understand me. “Don or Godfather is a title given to a crime boss. Actually, there are many titles or names that I go by, I can be called a crime lord, Don, gang lord, kingpin, godfather, or criminal mastermind. All those are just titles, but what it means is that I am the person in charge of a criminal organization in a certain city. Where I come from, I am the most feared man in that city, and other surrounding cities. I make sure that the mob bosses do not cross the line in their business, I make sure they never extort people or hurt the weak.” I explained.

he said. “Shut up” I said angrily and whipped him hard on his bare flesh. The thorns on the whip peeled off his flesh and I could see his inner skin and bone. Mateo and Marco cringed and closed their eyes, refusing to watch the horrible sight. “Open your eyes and see how I deal with the people that dares to betray me” I commanded them and they opened their eyes. “I'm the Mafia Lord. The one and only Antonio Romano. No one dares to betray me” I screamed and angrily started whipping Luca all over his body, tearing his flesh with each whip and soon his body became a bloody mess.

Twenty minutes later I have managed to get myself out of chair and up to my room to relay the evening to Leo. “Explain to me why you need a crime lord?” he asks. Sure that’s the part to focus on. “Because he can pretend to want in on the business” I explain “ He can offer them help, find out everything, send in his own people, and get all the information we need. He will also have people that the elders will never think are on our side in a million years, that we can utilise to go in undercover to find the paper trail we need.” “That is a clever plan” Leo says as he snakes his arm around my waist, we are stood at the balcony doors looking out at the city beyond. He pulls me against his chest

“She don’t talk much, but she’s easy on the eyes. Right, Liv?” She didn’t answer. Her fingers tightened in her lap. “Raise,” a new voice said, low and steady. Livia glanced up, just for a second. The man across the table hadn’t spoken much all night. Alessandro Moretti. Even in this dim, smoky room, he stood out—dark suit sharp, eyes sharper. Everyone knew his name. Crime lord. Kingmaker. The kind of man who didn’t need to brag. Dante snorted. “Feeling bold, Moretti? Alright, I’ll bite. Five grand.”

ADELINE ******One week earlier**** I got down from the Lamborghini and glanced around the club, I had to make sure none of my father's men followed me here . "Blinding lights" is the name of the club and it was for the elites of Cosa Nostra only. It was an exclusive club for the upper class in the Mafia only. I stepped into the club with confidence, and I walked straight into the VIP session. My name is Adeline Riolla Giovanni, the heir of the Riolla Dynasty, I'm twenty years old , some say I'm slutty , a snob , a know it all but who cares. It's not my fault my father's a billionaire drug lord.