Novel & Cerita Mafia Gang Leader

“Stop, stop, I’ll tell you!” “Oh no, you don’t want me to use my talent? Fine, start speaking.” “I’m not going to tell you the name of the leader because even I don’t know. I’m just one of the lower-class men, but I do know some things. It’s the Greek mafia. They are not only going to go after Gianni at this point.” My brows furrowed, my head whipping up to his face. I gripped his chin tightly with my hands. “What the hell do you mean by that? What do you mean by they are not only going to go after Gianni? Who else are they going to go after?”

“Who is it?” “The man who killed my mother.” My eyes turned back to him, the information unexpected. “You know who did it?” “Rex figured it out.” “Who’s Rex?” “One of my boys.” “So…what now?” “I’m figuring out a plan. He’s not an easy target. He’s the leader of a Mafia group. They deal with illegal trafficking of weapons and such. They aren’t big by any means, not like the mob. But it won’t be easy. He doesn’t go many places alone, unless he’s fucking a whore, of course.”

“Obviously they’re a gang of sorts. I’m not an idiot. But what I’m asking is which of Sangrid’s many gangs have you brought into a house of healing?” Voice strained, Giovanni said finally, “Mariposa.” “Jesus.” Gianna felt like crumpling. She folded forward, bracing her forearms on the table, and demanded harshly, “Are you an idiot, Giovanni?” “You probably think so.” “I’m starting to know so.” Mariposa. More specifically, the Mariposa Mafia. The fucking mafia. “Mariposa,” Gianna said again, as if she could barely believe her brother’s stupidity. “They’re not that bad!” Giovanni said defensively, and Gianna wanted to reach across the table and slap the back of his head.

Mafia Meeting Rafael and his men arrive and sit in the leader's chair. Many of them did not want Rafael to be the leader; he had inherited the chair, which only his family members sat in. His face was expressionless, and he stared coldly at everyone. Everyone looked up to him; some were scared of him, and some despised him. Only one of them was his competitor, and he thought he deserved this chair. Andrew Wood "So the leader is finally over his tough day; maybe now he can focus on work," said Andrew Wood.

Just older. The caption reads: "Lucia Santino, heir to the Santino fortune, attends annual charity gala." "That's my mom," I whisper, shaking. Your mother wasn't Lucia Hale. She was Lucia Santino. And that's why people are hunting you. "I don't understand. Who are the Santinos?" He writes slowly, carefully: One of the five founding families. The most powerful one. And you're the last surviving heir. "What does that mean?" It means you're worth more dead than alive to four families.

I should have left him but I walked over to the balcony and stood next to him ,hands on the railing . “I’m sorry “ I said barely above a whisper. “Don’t be , I’m the one who’s sorry” did almighty mafia bad boy king Cain Adams just apologize to me? “ I’ve been treating you like shit since you got to the Cosa Nostra “ he adds. I nod my head speechlessly , the last thing I expected was an apology from him .

Martin asked casually, leaning on the rail beside him. Lorenzo didn’t answer directly. "You recorded it? Or hacked it?" Martin shrugged. "Does it matter? The important thing is: I have it." "What do you want? Money?" Lorenzo asked, already fishing for how deep this would go. Martin let out a low chuckle. "Money? Please. That’s too simple. No, I want something much more useful." He turned, locking eyes with Lorenzo. "I want access. You’re Raphael's brother. You work inside his empire. I want you to be my eyes and ears. Feed me information. Sabotage when necessary. Undermine quietly."

He was the leader of the Most dangerous Mafia group of Italy " He is known as Bratt, in his dark world, the heartless, Cruel Mafia leader. Bratt, his name is the second name of fear for the people of Italy. But they only know the name. They have never seen him. That's how he carries his two identities. He is Brandon Rodriguez, a businessman and Bratt in his dark mafia world. He sat on a posh leather couch, putting his leg on his other leg like a boss. Well, he is the boss.

No one else would dare. I had escaped my father but I just basically went from frying pan to fire. Hakan was Scorpion, there was no doubt about it. I was in the arms of the deadliest and most feared mafia boss in the whole country and maybe further than that.

Matter of fact, neither does my father. The first most well known family is the De Santis. Most people don't know it but they're also in the mafia. And of course, they're first. Their leader, Ace De Santis is 22 and rumors has it, he is fucking awesome at his job. People are scared of him. I, however, most people think im a damn myth. Not that i care, people believe what they want. The leader of the Italian mafia is Ace while my father is the leader of the American mafia. We are allies... Sort of. "ALEXIA SKYLAR HALE. FOCUS.", My father yelled through the ear piece