Novel & Cerita Lord Of Crime

When she finished her dance, the light turned off, and Lord Lucifer stood, taking the mic. "Hey toy..." he spoke arrogantly... "How much is your worth? I want you to spend a night with me..." The whole hall went mad... "You mean the Almighty Lord Lucifer, who hates ladies... The boss of all the Mafia Clan in Asia is asking a girl how much is her worth; he wants her to fucking spend a night with him..." "Toy???" Aurora spoke, holding her fist... and the whole crowd exclaimed. "No lady has the right to speak when Lord Lucifer speaks..."

Students from our old high school and university mingled, uncaring if they were even of legal age to drink as everyone had a red cup in their hand. My gaze searched for the one person I’d come here for, but I didn’t find him or even his friends. They were called the Lords. It was a cliché but not when you look at the families they each belonged to. Dante Morelli. Oliver Romano. Allister Hale. They were the kings of ELU, untouchable, feared, and worshipped in equal measure. Someone bumped into me. “Watch it!” The girl growled. I blinked at her back as she disappeared, my heart thudding in my chest at the unfamiliar setting I was in. For a moment, I wondered if I should just leave. Maybe anoth

Servant Kim didn't reply, merely smiling. Cameron promised himself this would be the first and last time he meddled in something like this. He knew his father wouldn't approve of what he'd done. It was laughable, wasn't it? Most fathers would be proud if their son did something heroic. But not his father. He was different. His father didn't want them meddling in anything they wouldn't benefit from. If there was anyone Cameron knew to be selfish and cruel, it was his father. For Cameron, his father was a monster, and he was slowly turning him into one, too. What else could he expect? He was a Silvestre. He was the son of a mafia boss, destined to become the Mafia Lord-a distant, cold, heartle

However, Dominic only played with his hands, nothing more. Dominic stopped his hand and took a handkerchief under his jacket to clean his hands. He looked at the woman without expression, making those who stare shudder with horror. "You ask for more?" Dominic asked. Frightened, the woman weakly nodded. Dominic leaned forward and whispered something. "I want to, but I can't sleep with the same woman as my father. My bitch is classier than my father's bitch." Dominic put on his smirk smile The man he had met earlier was his father, Adam Archer. The man who didn't deserve to be called a father, according to Dominic.

I sensed his unwavering loyalty, even after all this time. "I've crossed paths with the formidable mafia lord, and now death is hot on my heels, death is seeking me." "What kind of mafia lord are we dealing with? Who did you mess with?" "Lucas Gambino," I replied with a hint of disgust. He fell silent, clearly taken aback by the mention of Lucas's name. "What do you need me to do?" His words were like music to my ears. I knew he would stand by me without fail. "Find my exact location and give me directions to your place as soon as possible. Please, do it now."

PROLOGUE The city of shadows and secrets, where power whispers through the streets and fear cloaks the night, is ruled by two names that send shivers down the spine of every inhabitant: Lucian and Dominic. These twins, with their strikingly identical appearances but uniquely dangerous auras, are the reigning mafia lords of the country. Their empire, built on ruthlessness and an iron will, is a testament to their dominance in a world where weakness is not an option.

The danger radiating from him was palpable, the weight of his stare both chilling and magnetic. I blinked against the blinding lights, my mind still foggy as I tried to comprehend the scene unfolding before me. Amidst the murmur of the crowd, the speaker's voice cut through, announcing the outcome of the bid. "And the bid for today goes to the renowned Mafia lord, Angelo Santoro," He proclaimed, and a wave of applause erupted around me. My heart pounded in my chest, my confusion deepening. Angelo Santoro? Who was he? Was I being Aunctioned by a Mafia?

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!

He said, Alfonso's lips curled into a sly smile as he observed Collins' suspicion. "Ah, Collins, always the skeptic. But think about it, my friend. We are two of the most powerful crime lords in this city. With our forces combined, we could rule the entire underworld. No more bloodshed, no more unnecessary violence." Alfonso said, Collins narrowed his eyes, his gaze locked with Alfonso's. "You think I'm foolish enough to fall for your tricks? I know you, Alfonso. You're always one step ahead, plotting your next move. Trusting you would be my downfall." Collins said,

“Here comes the prey.” The corners of my lips tilted up as I saw the black Rolls-Royce pull up to the red carpet. And then I saw him coming out of his car in a tailored suit that fit him like a glove, accentuating all the hard muscles and that slim waist. Him…the man who was called the Lion of the Empire…the man who was responsible for my misery…Leonardo D’Angelo. The head of the Costa Nostra, the Capo de Capi… the most ruthless man in New York.