Novel & Cerita Mafia And His Angel

Morgan asked. “You don’t need to know my relationship with Marcel. Just mind your own wife, and what just happened was purely accidental. Marcel, let’s go home, and I will never meet this man again.” Angelica took Marcel’s hand and walked straight towards her car. Morgan could not believe it. Angelica, the woman who looked like Alice, turned out to be very close to Marcel—the future mafia king who controlled businesses in several countries and was among the world’s top tycoons.

Angel has not taken a life with her two hands but I, the cold-blooded assassin still always feel like herself flinch whenever I was staring into her eyes. There was something about Angel, something dark and unfeeling, something auspiciously sinister that'd make even the most feared don reveres her. To the rest of the world, she was just Angel Volkov, wife to the biggest casino owner in the city and the owner of one of the best and most popular shopping complexes in the city but to the underworld, she was the Capo of the Volkov Mafia, second in command only to her husband, the Don. The Capo was supposed to be my title after everything I've done for the mafia but I didn't care at all about tit

The mastermind behind the threat message and theft was related to whoever sent Mia's father months ago and might possibly be aware of my marriage. Although it might just be my thoughts, I know in the Mafia world, when someone fails a mission, they are either killed or punished and Mia's father had successfully passed that odds. That's why I don't want anything befalling Mia's family, at least not while their daughter was still in my possession. At exactly 6pm, we alighted from the helicopter. A group of men cladded in dark grey coats assembled at the entrance of a huge building. A man amongst the cladded men came forward, ushering us into the rundown building in a secluded area.

“What? She’s the property of the Burning Devils, and I’m not leaving without her.” “Well, me as the head of the mafia in the USA is saying that you are going to be leaving here without her, and I don’t think your little club will be able to take down the Mafia. So, if I were you, I leave now and forget about Angel or you might lose your life and all those in your club.” He stared me down with such angry and I just smiled at him daring him to challenge me over this. He then turned to Levi.

I braced myself for whatever harsh words she had in store. "You better get used to this," Angelica sneered, her voice dripping with disdain. The cruel words struck at the core of my being, further eroding my self-worth. I glanced at Chiara, finding solace in her unwavering support, Angelica then shifted her attention to the other girls in the room, praising them for their performance the previous day. Her words were tainted with the greed and power-driven mentality that governed this world we were trapped in. It sickened me to see how easily they reveled in the approval of the Mafia bosses, their laughter echoing in the room.

He wore a black suit with a white shirt buttoned underneath The lady looks at Angel and sees how she looks at him. "You should not look at him. He is dangerous." the woman says to Angel "Do you know who he is?" Angel asks you. "Of course who doesn't know Nicholes Romano" He is one of the biggest mobsters in our city. He is one of the mobsters you shouldn't mess with, they say they are something he opposes, and he kills them. He even kills his men if they don't listen to him."

"We have a few hours before someone comes to disturb us, so try to sleep, we'll have a busy night at the club tonight." Kiara remained silent as she stared at him, not believing that he had held her in his arms. This must be a dream. Every situation with him seems unreal! He hugged her entire body with his body to sleep with her head on top of his chest his masculine scent made her limbs tremble again.. Kiara watched him sleep peacefully.. His name is Angelo from Angel of Angel perfectly suited to his appearance now he looks like an angel seeing his calm angelic face in this condition you would never guess he is a mafia boss! Angelo's steady breath made her eyelids fall asleep easily.

Miya explained. "Sophia Moore? Oh, Miya, you need to watch out. No one ever dares to displease her in City X, even in the whole country." Jodie sounded anxious and sincerely concerned. Miya heaved a sigh. "I don't know how long Xenon Uba can protect me. He's a businessman, but Sophia Moore's father is in the mafia." Miya isn't Worried for no reason. She had noticed that people kept a distance from her on purpose. Obviously it was because they were afraid of Sophia Moore, to be close to Miya means to be against Sophia. They understood that Xenon didn't marry Miya for love but to use her temporarily while Sophia Moore was the daughter of an American mafia boss. The way

He motioned him to start the car. Kazimir shook his head. The car revived, and he drove on the gravel road, surrounded by tall trees, "Let's finish it, brother. Then you need to talk to your wife with a calm head, no blackmailing. Her father was a mafia, her brother is a mafia and her husband is the mafia. She may be a doll but you can't keep her away from the darkness inside you," "Remember your words when you'll meet your angel, so kind, innocent, a pure soul" Her face flashed at the back of his head.

His mere presence was enough. "You know what happens to those who steal from us," Alessandro finally spoke, his voice low and steady. "But you didn’t just steal. You sold names. Family names." "I didn’t mean to," the man gasped, his breath hitching. "It wasn’t supposed to go that far." Giovanni made a soft sound in his throat, a mix of a sigh and a growl. Then, a figure emerged from the shadows near the sacristy—the priestess.