Novel & Cerita Mafia Books With Innocent Girl

With a shaking voice, he blurted, “You can’t kill me. I know what I've done, but I’m willing to change. You can keep me as your rat against the Russians.” I kept my calm, despite the revelation. From the look on Nico’s face, the word Russians had mistakenly slipped out of his lips. At least now I knew he was working with the Russian Mafia, popularly known as the Bratva, and smuggling women and children. This was all part of that big fucking chain that had started twenty-four years ago. If I was right, I knew who Nico and the other rats had been working for. “A traitor’s always a fucking traitor, Nico. You would’ve said the same thing to that damned bratkis if this situation were to be revers

Lucia I sat in the Russo's family office, my eyes fixed on Dominic's tortured expression. His words hung in the air like a challenge, a gauntlet thrown down. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Dominic, the man I had come to trust, the man I had grown to admire, was a murderer. My mind raced with questions. How could he have done such a thing? What drove him to commit such a heinous crime? Was the lady worth the death? was he an obsessed creature? And why was he telling me this ?

" I nearly jumped out of my skin, forgetting that the lady was seated beside me, and I turned to her with a tight smile. "Uh?" "How did you meet the dangerous leader of the Mancini Mafia group?"

I smile a little at the audacity of this girl, and before she disappears into the darkness, I shout after her, "I am the son of the Mafia Queen..." As soon as I enter the room, I see Bellini pacing back and forth, his fists clenched. To my surprise, I see Flavio with a few bruises but otherwise unharmed. When they see me, they both sigh in relief. "Thank God you're okay, Alexandre!" Bellini approaches and hugs me, but I notice he's trembling a little. "Let me take a look at that wound." The adrenaline from traveling with that girl had made me completely forget about my arm.

Rose then turned to her father. “This is the one chance I had to win this stupid case. If Stan did something to my lawyer, I would be the one to kill him!” she warned with a serious expression. Rose seemed different and very angry. This wasn't the girl I had spent some time with before the nailing of that man, this was Lord's daughter, the Mafia princess. “Let me give him a call” Lord suggested, but Rose refused. “He knows he has messed up and won't take your calls” she said as she pulled out her phone and began talking to someone. When she was done, she turned to look at me.

I poured myself a glass of water and drank it in one go. Alessandro "The Devil" Costello, El Padrino. I shook my head, nope, not going to believe it unless I talk to him myself. I made my way out of the kitchen and went straight to the library. Since I had nothing to do, I settled on reading a book. I surveyed the huge library and finally found a book that seemed interesting enough to read. "Mafia and Mafiosi by Henner Hess" With a book in my hand, I walked back to Alessandro’s seat to read but halted in my steps as I saw him already sitting on it.

They gave up their ego and admitted their feelings, something we saw even before they did. Regardless, I'm thrilled at what a journey it has been and I hope you are too. Nevertheless, this is not an absolute goodbye to our lovely couple. We will be getting sneak peeks of them in the other books of the Mafia Ruthless Series. Okay, now time for the big announcement! CAN YOU GUESS WHOSE BOOK IS NEXT?👀 Drum rolls please… I don't know if you guessed right, but if you did, then bravo! Because it's Luciano’s book next.

Anna and Georgia responded in unison. “Don’t bother, she’s obsessed with little kids. Remember the saying we used to muse about her?” Georgia racked her head, “you don’t need rowan ash or wolfsbane to capture Riya, you only needed a baby face.” “I guess that saying still sticks into her nature till the present day. She can give her life for the little ones.” Anna commented. One of the maids came over to the table and attempted to pick up the plate they have used when Anna noticed something in her hands. It was bandage and there was caked blood beneath it.

She didn’t break—not yet. But porcelain always did. The city bled past us in streaks of neon and shadow as Marco drove through back alleys and empty streets. Sirens wailed somewhere distant, fire trucks no doubt screaming toward the inferno we left behind. Luca sat in the passenger seat, typing on his burner, dispatching men to sweep the area, silence witnesses, spread bribes. Order within chaos—that was his gift.

"You don't want to talk about the book you read?" Gardenia waves an airy hand. "Nah. It was a vampire book. Vampires aren't my thing." "What is your thing?" I ask before I can think better of it. And Gardenia grins, wiggling on her stool until her thigh brushes against mine. "My favorite book we read so far was a mafia one. It was about this complete psychopath who stole the heroine away to his own private island." "And the hero saves her?" Gardenia snorts. "The mafia guy is the hero. It's kind of an edgy book."