Mafia Gang Leader Mga Nobela at Kwento

Lily uttered and shook her head. "I don't care, we're Coopers after all." Leonora said tiredly. Everything is frustrating her these past few days. Even what she feels frustrates her so much. "He's good looking," Lily commented, eyeing Nathan Ong. "I didn't know you like Chinese," she added and teased her. "Lily, goodness!" Leonora commented unbelievably. "And I didn't know you were a Mafia Boss." "So much," she replied. "Is he a Mafia? Gangster? Assassin?" Lily asked. Leonora now froze as the smile on her lips faded right away. Lily knew the answer that quick.

“A drug gang.” Her jaw clenched. “You run a drug gang?” I nodded once. “Yes.” A beat of silence. Then— “You run a fucking drug gang??” Her voice rose, and I swore Ivy twitched in her crib. “Kelly…” She threw her hands up. “Oh, so you’re not just some CEO, or a businessman, or a mysterious man who works late nights, you’re a whole drug lord??” I dragged a hand down my face. “Not lord. That’s dramatic.”

" On your right side. Turn the lamp on. " Catalina found the switch and pressed it. As soon as she touched it, an alarm went off. The pakhan snatched the gun from her hands and with one hand pushed her on the bed with him. She collided with his naked hard chest and now the gun rested on her cleavage. " Rule number 1 . Never believe a Mafia. " He laughed loudly and footsteps echoed in the corridor. The door opened with several men in there and one of them switched on the lights at last.

the man confirmed. My heart skipped a beat. Kai Alessandro. I knew that name all too well. He was the leader of one of the biggest Italian mafia groups—the Alessandro family. His reputation was legendary, and not in a good way. Ruthless, merciless, infamous for his revenge tactics. I’d heard the stories, seen the headlines. He wasn’t just any mafia boss; he was the mafia boss. And he had a reputation for making people disappear in the most painful ways. If this was his account, hacking it would be signing my own death warrant.

No one dared to question the sudden power vacuum that screamed my name. The message was clear: Giovanni Sokolov was not to be trifled with. The underworld, a beast that fed on fear and respect, now trembled at my shadow. My procurement as the Pakhan of the country's underworld wasn't just inevitable; it was a foregone conclusion. The elders, those old wolves who had watched generations rise and fall, sent their tacit approvals, their silence louder than any declaration.

His tone was icy, and Valentina felt the weight of his words. In the following days, as she was thrust deeper into the gang’s world, she asked trusted members who he was. They whispered his name in hushed tones, revealing he was the notorious leader of the Black Rose gang. “He’s someone you don’t want to cross,” one of them warned. “Just do what he says, and you’ll be fine.” As time passed, Valentina found herself caught in a world she never expected. She had become a Hidden Killer, trained to navigate the dangerous underbelly of the city.

I looked at them. They were all in black. I didn’t need anyone to tell me that they were the mafia. This must be a mistake. It wasn’t possible. I wasn’t going to believe anything they had said.“100 million dollars? Do you know what you are saying?” I asked the leader of the men as I raised my head in defiance. “You can ask your grandfather” he smugly replied. I turned to my grandpa and saw that he had a similar expression on his face. Before my grandfather could speak, the gang leader beat him to it.“Hey you!” the leader called the other person and they moved towards me.

, he asked in curiosity. "Sort of" "But how can you be so sure that your groom is partying right now and fucking other girls?", he inquired. "Come on, he is....", I was talking aloud. However, then I realised I shouldn't talk about my would-be husband before everyone. I lowered my voice and leaned to him. "He is the leader of the biggest mafia gang", I whispered. "Mafia?", he exclaimed. "Yes. And you know how these mafia people are. They have no morals and they love fucking around", I grumbled. "Though I heard he is the CEO of a renowned tobacco company, who cares?"

“He was at one of my clubs, drunk might I add, before saw me. He claimed that ‘Ezra D’Caprio’, in his eyes, ME, ruined everything for him alongside his wife. He started public shooting, and almost killed three girls at the club. Thankfully, the cops weren’t around the scene when we got out, and people were yet to arrive in full numbers. But I had to close down for a while. Now, I came here because if men are going to end up coming to Moscow to ruin my business, then I am going to have to deal with you.” “You’re part of the mafia, aren’t you?” “Isolated or not, it runs in our blood. I am Pakhan, or in other words, Boss bossov.” Boss of Bosses. “Or what you call a Capo dei Capi.” “Separated or

The line went silent for a moment before Niko responded, “Understood, Boss. Consider it done.” I ended the call, my expression unreadable. To most people, I was a gentle, handsome, quiet, loving billionaire businessman—a philanthropist who donated to charities and lived a life of luxury. But what they didn’t know was the dark side of me. The side that ran the M3 Mafia Gang, one of the most feared organizations in all of Los Angeles. A family legacy that had been handed down from generations within our family. My father was the Mafia lord, then he passed it on to me. Now I am the Chief Executioner, the leader, the one who called the shots. And tonight, those shots would be deadly.