Romans & histoires Mafia Boss

I just shook my head at him and smiled a little. "Eh? What type are you Reian? I heard that the 1st Mafia Boss here is handsome...what's his name?" Brenda asked Maureen, Maureen pouted as if she was thinking deeply. "Hellion....ah yes! Hellion, I heard he is the most handsome in the whole Mafia World hehehe" They both giggled. Even I was surprised by what they said but I couldn't help but smile. They don't know me being owned by Saint after all. So I have no right to hate the male flesh of my entire system.

Ditto started, dropping the bags on the floor. "Favour? What could that be?" Belinda asked. "Perhaps I should clear this up for you already, Belinda. As you have guessed, I and my boss are indeed involved in something..." Belinda sat up properly, knowing that this talk was serious. "My boss, Dante Romano is a mafia boss, the most prominent in this country." Belinda gasped, her hands going over my mouth. "Oh my god! I... I suspected that. Mireille... Does Mireille know about this?" Belinda asked, panicking.

"You don't understand how I felt about it,I knew something was wrong so I went back there I just d-dont know how it happened!" Mikhaila said fidgeting, she was trying so hard to not look like she was scared of Alek even though it was obvious she was.There was no sane person that wasn't scared of Alek Nikolai, he was the mafia boss and the CEO of the largest networking company. People had their suspicions about him using the company to cover up the fact that he was into weapons and human trafficking but there was no legal proof, so many police officers have tried their best to catch him but they all failed and the ones that pushed beyond their boundaries ended

Is this mafia boss here to silent us now? The man eyes me from head to toe, before flickering his gaze back to mom and dad. “If you want my mercy and my trust, then I’ll take your daughter with me back home in Italy.” My chest clenches in fear when mom and dad only glance at each other without any attempt to reject him. The man stands up and extends his hand to me. “I’m Adriano Giordanno, the mafia boss of Le Distruzioni. I’m pleased to meet you, Miss Mei Zhou.”

" Logan DeAngelo is a feared, ruthless and notorious mafia boss who most of the time ranked first among the most popular and richest Mafia bosses in the entire world. And he was the very first when narrowed down to Italy....... " I sighed again, trying to give Maddy a hint that I didn't care about her lame mafia story. Seriously, she has got to stop doing this. "....... Owning powers over his family's companies and numerous power plants wasn't enough. He wanted more and everything he could lay his hands on. He's rumored to be known as the second coming of the devil himself because of his cruel ways of dealing with people below h

They are pain in the ass that made him angry due to the fact that he doesn't seem his rose. His Lapochka. Yego rosa. Athenarose. They went to France to give Dark Zacchaeus Voughnn Smith one of the heads of Albanians mafia. He's the Mafia Lord. The Almighty. He might be the boss of La Nera Bratva, but he also works under Dark's orders. Not only him but all five heads of La Nera Bratva. There's him, Demetri - the underboss, Grey - consigliere, Falcon - enforcer, and Ace - financier. They may also be under his control, but they also have their own crime syndicates, each commanding their own territories and operations. He is the head of the Italian-Russian mafia. One of the most prominent crime

And then he froze on one of the name. "Dimitri Novikov," he said slowly. "I know that name." My gaze snapped to him. "You do?" He nodded. "Yeah, he is part of the Russian Mafia, he used to run weapons and drugs in the north. I know his son, his name is Pyotr. The guy is a ruthless bastard, we crossed paths in Milan four years ago, when I was away for business. All I can tell you is he doesn't like Italians much. But he hates the Bianchis even more."

But I didn’t. Vector may have pulled the trigger, but the puppeteer behind him was another man. Vladimir Perazzo. The boss of the biggest mafia organization ever known. And I intend to exact my vengeance by making his death the most brutal one imaginable.

Just as the hammer was about to fall— "Put the gun down!" A commanding shout echoed. The basement doors burst open. Dozens of heavily armed mercenaries surrounded the room. An old man with white hair but eyes sharp as a hawk walked in, leaning on a cane. It was the Old Don of Cosa Nostra. My father. "Papa, you want to stop me?" I didn't turn around. The gun remained fixed on Sophia. "For two pieces of trash, you want to start a war with the entire Camorra?" The Old Don scoffed. "Drop the weapon. I have something more important to tell you."

I was expecting Astor’s study to be at least sound proof but it proved me wrong when I heard his raspy voice through the thick wooden door. “You think you can handle the King family? You think you can sit at a table with syndicate bosses who kill men over a bad shipment? They’ll eat you alive in a week, and you’ll take the Giovanni name right down to the gutter with you.” A sudden, violent heat surged through my blood. My fingers curled into tight, heavy fists, my knuckles popping against the lining of my trousers. I had the urge to drive my boot through the lock, tear Astor out from behind his mahogany desk, and put my hands around his throat until he choked on his own tongue.