Mafia In The Morning Itzy の小説・ストーリー

The Matteo I loved in the past wasn’t this man with a cold gaze, rigid posture, and a threatening presence. But now, surrounded by mafiosos, forced into a marriage I didn’t choose, and presented as some kind of prize, I realized something terrifying. Nothing made sense anymore. One day, I’m burying my mother. The next, I’m thrown into this world of dangerous Italians, armed to the teeth. And the worst part? There was no escape from all this shit. I sighed. Just a little longer, Lily, the party is almost over. I repeated that to myself, as if it were some kind of consolation.

Simone's voice roared in the entire room, sending shivers down the occupant’s spine. Shane and Shanzy weren't immune to her tone, but the couple who was still reeling in shock stared at the other than at Simone, for confirmation that they weren't dreaming. This Mafia Girl wasn't someone normal. She was a stylish Mafia Girl born to kill not just with her hands but with her beauty. "Get off me, jerk!" Alice pushed Rex aside who glared at her, still holding his hand. It had a cut in the middle, but nothing serious which will kill the guy.

Chapter 19 Enzo's I hurled the glass fiercely at the wall, the loud crash instantly echoing in my office as it shattered into countless sharp pieces. My hands shook violently, my chest felt tight with pure rage and something else I desperately didn’t want to admit or name. Tomorrow was the night of the full moon; only one day was left now, and if I didn’t manage to bond with Noah, he would be overwhelmed by agonizing pain—a ripping, unbearable torment caused by the mate bond.

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard. Then she typed. Thomas Ledger. Nothing useful appeared. Mostly business articles and property acquisitions. She frowned. Then she tried another name. Damien. Several results appeared. Her pulse quickened. She clicked one of the older articles. The headline alone made her stomach tighten. The article described a notorious underworld figure wanted by multiple agencies. There were references to organized crime, international investigations, and countless rumors surrounding his rise to power. What surprised her most was the lack of photographs. There wasn't a single clear image.

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.

I am truly blessed to have him in my life. A black jeep screeches to a halt in front of the entrance, sending spirals of dust into the air. Tore and Rose are here. I walk down the staircase and open the passenger door to see my sister all dolled up and smiling. Her blonde hair is styled in beautiful curls and she is wearing perfume. My lips lift into a smile, I can see that she is having fun with the money I sent her and mother. The mafia pay well but I have to be honest, work is not all a bed of roses here. In fact, work as a member of the mafia is brutal.

🎶 I've been waiting for a magic moment, but maybe there are magic moments 🎶 SIA- MAGIC I got up earlier than my alarm clock this morning.... believe me when I say its becoming something usual. I had a really hot bath before looking at my reflection in the mirror. Jesus Christ! I look like a zombie just gave me zombie-cooties. The burnt dent in my neck had a black pink coloration, my black eye had began to clear up leaving a purple botch around it and my ribs still hurt from all the falling I did yesterday.

“Oh, but it is. And it’s about to go viral. Rita—that name ring any bells?” My throat tightens. I stare at the frozen image on the screen. Rita. The news anchor’s voice from the clip begins to play, crisp and merciless. “Sources confirm that Aaron King facilitated the sale of Rita M., a twenty-one-year-old woman, to the Italian mafia. Photographic evidence shows the handshake finalizing the deal…” “No!” I gasp, shaking my head violently. “He wouldn’t—he couldn’t—”

It looks like openly bragging because it looks like I'm not really wearing anything, though I'm wearing almost the same clothes as them. "Anyway, we'll introduce ourselves to you since we're really rude not to introduce ourselves while we already know you. I'm Izzy." said the woman who poured me juice earlier. "Nica." said the one who gave me the clothes and pointed to those next to her. "Blue haired Tin, blonde Ehra, Chinese Dia, daughter of mayor Olli, and long legged Gabbie. We've been friends for a long time within the elite circle. And as we've observed, it looks like you really don't care about Rye after all this time."

Settling on the couch in front of the screen, I opened my soda and waited while Mason chose a game for us. ** I V Y I don't know for how many hours I've been lying down on my bed and staring at the ceiling. The only thing I could think of was the mafia. Ace was part of the Italian mafia. Did Mason know? Was he part of it too? I had so many questions yet answers to none. I couldn't just go and ask them, 'hey guys, are y'all part of the Italian mafia?' I was not dumb. They would ask me questions, like, how do I know of the tattoo? Where did I see it? And I wasn't ready to let anyone know that part of my life yet.