Mafia Books With Innocent Girl の小説・ストーリー

When you leave your heart behind" Libro 2 Mi Corazon te pertenece - Book 2 My Heart will be yours Power & Temptation Mafia Series (Buenovela) (Goodnovel) Libro 1 Mafia Italiana - Book 1 Italian Mafia A****N KINDLE luna indomable spanish version Power & Temptation Mafia Series Book 2 "IVANOV" Russian Mafia Individual stories (Buenovela) (Goodnovel)

Volume/Book 1: The Stylish Mafia Girl & Her Muse Mafia men have been the trend of town for ages; their dominance over the world resembles a ghost ruling the graveyard—driven by that statement when exceptionally beautiful female Simone Thompson—the ruling Mafia of Austria vows to change the belief, then destruction is accompanied by terror, action, and the everlasting love to kill for adventure.

"We didn't want to work for Dan, but he threatened our families. That's the only reason we agreed to work for him. We were only feeding him information from here. We don't know anything about Zia. Please believe us!" Andrew's expression softened, though his eyes were still filled with anger. "I know you know something about Zia. If you tell me where he's keeping her, I'll forgive you both. I beg you—just tell me." Andrew now begged them to tell him if they knew anything. Mike's eyes moistened as he watched his boss, the Mafia leader who had never begged before, now pleading for his Sunshine's safety. But the men remained silent, unmoved. Andrew closed his eyes in defeat, and tears slipped do

“If you continue this downward spiral, Solonik could take over as the Godfather. You fucking know that. He has been looking for every opportunity to do so, and now you are giving him an invitation.” The Russian Mafia consisted of four families. The Ivanshovs, Pirro, Beccari, and Votto. Each family had their own Boss, but I was the Boss of them all. The Godfather. The other families were underneath the Ivanshovs. But Solonik had wanted to take over. If Damian hadn’t handed this empire over to me, he would have been the Pakhan a long time ago. And now he was looking for another opportunity, only because I’d proved myself weak.

I should have been happy because after a week of searching, I had finally found her, but one glimpse at the name below her picture and I realised what a huge mistake I had made. Rosaline Guerra, sister of Domenico Guerra, Consigliere of Famiglia—that was who she was. The picture of her was taken while she was with her brother, half his face visible in the picture. She looked so fucking innocent in her pink dress with strapped sleeves. I loved the sleek rise of her neck too much. She was a rose, one with too many thorns on her, those thorns being the entirety of the New York Cosa Nostra. She was one of the forbidden fruits, besides Adonis’s sisters.

"Always the life of the party, she had her wish fulfilled when she met what she believed was the man of her dreams at an extravagant event. He was wealthy and charming, showering her with gifts. They were inseparable for a while, and my sister fell deeply in love. But then everything changed. Sasha's behavior shifted, and I pushed her to confide in me about what was wrong. One day, I saw the extensive bruising, and I threatened to tell our father if she didn't reveal the truth. It was the only time she broke down, sobbing as she confessed to me that he had started to abuse her." "That bastard!" Victor exclaimed, his anger palpable. Surprised by his outburst, I found a glimmer of courage to c

When she discovers that her father owes a huge sum of money to the Mennetti Mafia, she's anxious. Nothing good can come from the Mafia. Especially a loan as huge as her father has taken. Scared, Adeline puts in more hours at her workplace to ensure she makes the money as quickly as possible and pay off to save their butts, but when power in the Mennetti Mafia changes hands, she has no one to turn to than the mysterious, brooding stranger who looked like a boxing legend and always sat alone at the corner of the restaurant where she worked. Roberto Mennetti.

The club was only dimly lit, the air thick with the reek of alcohol and despair. It was the kind where handshakes sealed deals and were broken by gunfire. I sat in the quiet booth, whiskey in front of me, back to the wall. I waited. For her. Fiorella D'Angelo. The so-called queen of her father's empire. I'd spent the day wondering whether she'd be even remotely the woman people described. The mafia had a reputation for exaggeration, making men monsters, women mythical legends that people couldn't even touch. Most of the time, that's just what they were, exaggerated tales.

Instead she me with truth, and I had no defense against it. She slowly lowered her hand, a faint, sad smile on her face. “The next name in the ledger is Cardinal Valenti. The Vatican’s chief financier. My mother helped him launder money for a paramilitary group in exchange for his influence in overturning a rival’s extradition. I’ll need more blood to get the full account numbers.” She turned back to the journal as if the seismic shift between us had never happened. I stared at her, this blind girl who had just looked into the core of my being and found it frantic and desperate. The cost of the next performance was now clear.

Only people in his mafia knew what that certain circumstances were. "I understand that. There is a girl who is of importance to me. She is helping me...retrieve something." I lied, "So if you harm her I will burn your entire mafia to the ground." I warned them. I paused for a moment to let all of that sink in, "Am I clear?" "Yes." Elijah and Richard said in unison. "Good, let's go then."