Novel & Cerita Mafia Boss Lady

she replied, relaxing on the chair and feeling proud. “I see what you are doing but know it wont work, go home !” “I am serious, Boss, she is the infamous Mafia Queen who is known for trafficking drugs” she blurted. “What did you just say?” “She is the Mafia Queen,” Eva repeated. “No, you are lying”, Lucius couldn’t believe what she was saying. “Believe it or not brother, it is her” she insisted, her lips curled up in a smile.

Madam Bardi was in her private car as she stared out of the window at the passing scenery. “I am the eldest living representative of the Bardi Mafia and I’ve never been disrespected like this. What do you suggest I do?” She asked her driver, who was also her secretary and right-hand man.

Just whip the damn glasses and be on your way, I told myself. " It's not a story, Layla! I keep telling you that! I can't believe you haven't heard of Logan DeAngelo, the popular Italian Mafia boss! " Maddy went on again. Slamming the towel on the table and hissing for her to shut up, I caught sight of Emma walking in through the door. I quickly looked back at Maddy who was still wrapped up on the customer stool outside the saloon.

smirked Leorando as he pulled the trigger on his gun intentionally missing Wyatt's head. “What are you talking about” he shuddered. “Your American mafia what are they planning that’s related to me?” my voice boomed causing them to shake in fear for their lives. “They are planning to find you here in New York and they found a lead by a lady called Hildreth” he stated in fear as he shuddered. I already knew about Mrs.Hildreth and I on my way to disrupt her life but the way she’s going on with stuff that isn’t her business makes me want to kill her in the most crucial way possible.

"I would like to leave the house more.am getting stir fried crazy from being indoors all day.i wasn't aware that I am a prisoner here ". "You are not a prisoner.you can go wherever you want, just not alone".Enzo frowns at me.dropping his cutlery to stare at me. "So I will have to go out with bodyguards.people will look at me funny".I roll my eyes. "No one will dare to look at my wife funny.you are supposed to go out with them anyways.people will look at you funny if you are seen without bodyguards.bad people will target you.you are the wife of a mafia boss.it Is for your own safety,mia Moglie ".

I shouted, slamming my fist on the desk. "You have no idea what kind of woman—" "Oh, I know," she cut in, her voice suddenly sharp. "The famous widow of Lorenzo Russo. The professional model gracing every front cover in Chicago, now known as the ‘boss lady’..." she spat the last words out like venom. "There’s something off about her," she added, sitting upright like she was about to reveal the key to a mystery. "And what exactly is that?" I asked, knowing full well she was about to spout nonsense.

"Speaking of love, here's our girl." I followed his gaze to where a tall, dark-haired lady cut a path through a group of drunken men with more money than sense. Each one attempted to grab her, and each one ended up having a black eye they would explain to their wives and girlfriends when they returned home. Green eyes. Tailored clothing to accentuate her figure and wealth, and a cold expression that made even the frozen lands of Greenland quiver. Vanessa Romanov. Daughter of the biggest mafia lord in Russia. Known to bring down even the strongest of men in the states down to their knees.

“You should be careful coming here at night.” Her lips trembled, as though she wanted to say more, but instead she nodded. “Goodnight, Peter.” When she walked away, he closed the door with a quiet thud, leaning back against it, his chest hollow. Adriana was right. He was already too far gone. At the docks, the blood from the ambush had barely dried when a rival boss lit a cigar over the carnage. “They’re slipping,” the man muttered to his lieutenant. “The Moretti heir lets his woman walk into a warzone. His men fall. His enemies strike, and he bleeds.”

Lorenzo's expression remained steady. “There are people who may attempt to use her against me.” The words landed like bombs. Isabella mother’s face drained completely of color. “…Against you?” Lorenzo nodded once. Isabella stepped forward quickly. “Mama, listen to me—” “No.” Her mother’s eyes remained locked on Lorenzo now. Fear slowly turning into anger. Terrible anger. Lorenzo continued calmly. “I have arranged a secured place for you.” “You’re mafia.” The accusation came out trembling.

I stare at the crumbled statue in shock. All this time Paul accused Marco as the rat and it was him. Something told me there was something off about that guy. I reach for my phone to call Marco to gather only the best men, and do as the God Father asked.Only I'm interrupted by some unexpected visitors. Bianca comes into the room with her head lowered and Marco comes trailing in behind her. She doesn't even look at me,instead she goes straight for Mama and hugs her for dear life.