Mafia Bloodline 소설 & 이야기

“Now.” In the living room Damian had pulled out a whiteboard. Like this was some kind of war room. “Obasi wants the company,” Damian said. “He swapped babies twenty-eight years ago. Me and… someone else.” Marcus went completely still. “DNA test tomorrow,” Damian continued. “All of us. And the baby when it’s born.” Zara’s stomach flipped. “You think—” “I think Obasi wouldn’t be this desperate unless the bloodline was wrong,” Damian said.

Still holding Tony. Still seated calmly like nothing unusual had happened. “I’m scared,” Lidia admitted softly. Her voice barely above air. Erika squeezed her hand tightly. “Don’t panic.” “But what if—” “He can’t take him from you now,” Erika interrupted firmly. Her gaze hardened briefly. “You’re Gennado’s daughter now.” Lidia swallowed hard. “The highest bloodline in the mafia world,” Erika continued quietly. “No one touches you carelessly anymore.” Those words calmed her slightly.

They couldn’t have taken over for him, could they? There wasn’t much I knew about the mafia. I may have been born into it, but I wasn’t an heir like Cara was. My father was Cara’s father’s cousin—so that made Cara my distant cousin, but we were more like sisters. We were similar in age, so we were inseparable as kids. I was glad I had her because she was there for me when nobody else was. My father came from mafia blood, but he was just an inducted member. He swore his loyalty and life to the mafia, even though there wasn’t a loyal bone in his body.

I pressed my lips together and breathed through it. "Okay," I said when I trusted my voice again. "Okay. So Cael was my biological father. A hybrid alpha. The hunters have been tracking his bloodline." I looked at Mara directly. "What does that mean? What is it about the bloodline specifically that makes them this desperate?" Mara reached to the shelf behind her and pulled down one of the bound notebooks, setting it on the table between us. She opened it to a page near the middle that had a dense handwriting, diagrams, and a sketch of what looked like a family tree with certain names underlined twice.

"Blood." "Fresh." Kael opened his eyes. "Hers?" "No." "Human." "Male." Another pause. "The scent matches Marcus Holt's file." *Marcus.* He turned. The wind hit his jacket. Pulled at him. And for a moment he allowed himself to feel the full shape of what was coming. The moon. The marking. The woman who had arrived in his town carrying a bloodline that would draw every old enemy he had straight to her door. She had come here looking for her brother.

I could feel her hesitation in her voice. " We can argue later. Hit me on my head. " I said to her. " You can pretend. " She said. " He is Duante Rego, The Mafia Emperor. He will easily get this. " I heard footsteps increasing, " He's coming. Do it fast. Give both guns to Duante. You know the summary. " I said. She nodded and hit me with the back of the gun on my head. I felt hot red blood, dripping down. It got black all of a sudden as I hit the ground.

A part of me was real. It made me feel like I couldn’t betray him no matter what. And, it scared me. “Giovanni is my rival in mafia. My group is the most powerful one in Italy. The second most powerful is Giovanni’s. He traffics women and children. However, through that source, I got to know that Giovanni’s a hybrid. He has the mixture of a vampire and witch’s blood. This made it difficult to defeat him.” He replied. “There are different codes and commandments in the mafia world too. These rules are abided too at all costs. That man you saw me kill was one of my men. Giovanni paid him handsomely to sell out information about my business to him. He just had to die.” Luca replied.

Sophia's heart quickened with excitement as she reached for the nearest folder, her fingers trembling with anticipation. The first folder she opened was labeled "Venillia Family," and as she leafed through its contents, her eyes widened in astonishment. The documents detailed a complex web of connections, linking Sandro's father and Kyle's father to the same Mafia family. It seemed that Sandro's father had once been deeply entrenched in the criminal underworld, but had since left the Mafia to pursue legitimate business ventures in the United States.

"Does that mean the Moon Goddess made a mistake this time?" Another question popped up. "What do you mean, Victoria? The Moon Goddess knows what she’s doing. She doesn’t make mistakes." "I’m just stating the obvious. Isn’t your dad an Alpha? Mine is, and so are all of you here.. But she, she is half werewolf, half witch." Victoria shot back. "What are you saying, Victoria? She has more Alpha blood than you do. She’s got the Wolf King bloodline." "She’s even the White Wolf. How can you say that, Victoria?"

“That’s truly shameful, more so than a surname ever could be.” “Really?” he snapped. “So you think a pack trying to protect themselves by removing someone with an infamous past, is worse than having the same infamous surname as two different known killers? Really?” “You’re shaming me!” I exclaimed at him. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Aren’t I your mate? Aren’t you supposed to, oh, trust me?! What could I ever do to you?” There was a beat of silence. “Your father never killed his alpha, only his beta.”