Mafia Books With Innocent Girl Novels & Stories

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.

This bastard seemed really determined to blow her head off if she kept screaming and resisting. Yes, what kind of dream did Bella have last night that she had to experience a kidnapping like this? It was clear to her that these people were members of a gang. Marco Vilante, as Darrel suspected, was a dangerous mafia leader. Bella never thought she would have to deal with these dangerous people. It was all because of that damn accident that led to her being kidnapped like this.

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."

She had lost it. With a small huff, Rosa sat back down, flipping through the book again to search slowly this time. That’s when certain words caught her eye. Mafia. Blood. Gun. Knife. Betrayal. Loyalty and many more dark words. Her brows furrowed deeper with each word. What kind of book was this? Rosa let out a soft sigh. Her fingers brushed the leather cover with disappointment. She hadn’t come for this. She only wanted to see the name on that letter. Just the name.

I poured myself a glass of water and drank it in one go. Nikolai “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 Nikolai's seat to read but halted in my steps as I saw him already sitting on it.

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Zaya's identity alone was enough to make Arash hold back his curiosity, especially now that he realised Zaya could be the key to the book he had long been told to read in order to follow his father's orders. The book his father mentioned was very important and could be one of the clues for Arash to become a mafia leader. Why was such an important book in the hands of a veiled girl like Zaya? Could it be that Zaya was also a mafia member like himself? In the midst of his turbulent thoughts, Arash was startled by a knock on the door and Demian appearing behind it. Knock knock knock! "Arash, are you in there?" Called Demian. Arash turned and looked back at his friend. "What is it?" Asked Arash.

“Marriage gives her purpose. And it gives you something no war ever could—access to the Cosa Nostra without resistance.” His lips curved slightly. “And what makes you think she would submit?” I smiled. “She always does what she’s told.” A lie. But a convincing one. He rose from behind the desk, tall and unhurried, circling me like a predator assessing prey he hadn’t yet decided to kill. “If your sister is truly as innocent as you claim,” he said quietly, “she will not survive here without learning pain first.” “That’s your domain,” I answered. “Not mine.”

Once Lucian took interest, there was no turning back. When Vince left, Lucian sat behind his desk and opened the drawer where he kept a single black notebook. He wrote something inside — one line, neat and sharp. Aria Russo - debt unpaid He closed the book and leaned back, the sound of rain still echoing faintly in the distance. The Devil of New York had a new target. He didn’t know that the girl in that photograph would be the one thing capable of shaking the foundation he had built his life upon. But fate had already started moving, quiet and unseen, like the storm outside.

'My name?' He asked with a shocked expression. 'Yes.' He frowned and looked me in the eyes. 'Giovanni, my name is Giovanni LaRosa.' I smiled to myself. It's long and sexy, just what I hoped for. 'Okay, uhmm...' I was thinking what question I could ask. 'Do you do illegal stuff?' I asked. 'Yes. I do.' He said. Jesus, that was easy.. I nodded my head and thought of the possible thing he did. Maybe he killed more than just my sister. Or he is into drugs. Or woman export. You never know. But I'm already screwed, so fuck it.