روايات وقصص ضمن Mafia In The Morning Itzy

Susan grinned happily, easily matching my rebellious energy. I looked over at Danzel, a massive, victorious grin spreading across my face. He glared at me for several heavy seconds, his jaw ticking, before he finally let out a long, defeated sigh and gave a curt nod of approval. I literally clapped my hands together in sheer excitement, causing Creed to chuckle loudly at my childish victory over the terrifying mafia boss. "Let's go, girl!" Susan laughed, grabbing my hand. "Just remember not to be out too late, alright?" Yara called out from the hallway. "I want both of you back inside these gates long before the sun sets."

As he stretched out on the soft couch, he breathed out deeply and sent a cloud of fragrant smoke into the air. Logan Castillejo is a well-known member of the Foedus Corp, which is a well-known mafia group. Taking people's lives is a job that he does with ease and grace. Logan was born into a wealthy and politically influential family, so he grew up with a lot of money and comfort. He quickly and easily gets what he wants. Logan always gets what he wants, no questions asked. The way he lives his life is based on this philosophy. He is an only child, so everything comes to him easily and he lives a very comfortable life.

I guess it didn’t matter how his dreams came true, but now he was the most powerful man in the city and could shape this world to be whatever he imagined it to be. “ Speaking of the South side, there’s a war brewing,” the man’s voice almost sounds like he’s singing in. Sirius serves into the right lane with an annoyed look in his eye. “ There is always a war brewing. What’s new?” “ One of the daughters from the arrival mafia was kidnapped,” my breath hitches, and Sirius sucks his teeth as if a young girl is kidnapped every day and this is not news to him. “ Which daughter?” “The Russians took the youngest Daniela of the Italian mob.”

Working for a Mafia (Revenge was her DNA until she met him) By Nwabueze Ify Preçious Authoress Prechy Episode Seven Mitchell's POV I shuddered as I opened the door Lo and behold it was Miranda The girl I was looking for a while ago She was holding a small bag and her hair was tied "Where have you been or rather where did you go to this early"I asked "Can I have a glass of water first and can I get in first"she said in a pleading tone

He opened it and his face slightly tensed. He opened the chat group where all the weirdos gathered. Since the group was created, they had a designated time for chatting every week! When Henry logged in, they were discussing the recent power struggle in the Italian Mafia. Love My Mommy The Most: Victor, are you sure you've investigated it thoroughly? Monster: Absolutely sure. Saxon and Old Mr. Alston are birds of a feather. This time, they conspired together to trap Marcus. Did you receive the news? He has taken control of the entire Italian Mafia.

*Ring…ring…ring…* Michael groaned as he tried to open his eyes and reach for his phone. It was four in the morning, and he was barely able to sleep last night. His temper was at its peak, but then he saw that the person calling him at the moment was none other than Kira Volk, the mafia boss of the biggest and most powerful mafia family in Russia. Michael composed himself and answered the call.

I give my damp hair a quick brush, pulling it back into a loose, messy ponytail. As I stand in my bedroom, my stomach ties itself into knots of anticipation. The mansion seems unusually, eerily silent tonight. The constant hum of the maids, the heavy footsteps of the security detail, it’s all completely gone. Did Cade intentionally send his entire staff away so we could be alone? The thought of the ruthless mafia boss randomly making a home-cooked dinner for me is slightly worrying, and I’m honestly not sure what to expect once we sit down at that massive table.

“Wow. Honestly, it’s good you have them. No one knows what those stalkers might do. Anyway, how’s your first day with Seth?” Miya asked. A soft smile touched Izzy’s lips. “Fun. He’s Seth Santiago, after all.” “Fun? That’s it? I was hoping for ‘wild, wet, and dirty.’” Miya joked, making Izzy grimace playfully. The rest of the morning went smoothly. Izzy got so caught up with work that she didn’t even realize it was lunchtime until Miya called her. No wonder she was starving. She also found herself wondering—why was she always either sleepy or hungry lately?

“Oh, my God. Maya, it wasn’t like that. I was drunk. I didn’t even know what I was doing. And I don’t know who he was.” Maya gasped dramatically. “You don’t even know his name?” “I don’t!” Izzy said, running a hand through her wet hair. “I just wanted to forget everything for one night” “Well,” Maya teased, “you looked like you had fun forgetting.” Izzy groaned. “I have to go. I’m late for my first day at work!” “Fine, but I want details later,” Maya sang before hanging up. Izzy threw on the first outfit she could find... a white blouse, a fitted skirt, and heels that pinched a little too tight. She grabbed her bag, lipstick, and a granola bar on the way out the door.

Raynel continued, Tita looked over Tito, who gave her a weak nod, and she smiled weakly before facing them again. "Oh, I'm sorry about that. It's also a pleasure to meet you. I'm relieved that my baby has finally made friends. She's a bit of a loner, uhm... By the way, you can call me Tita Trixie." She politely responded by shaking their hands and smiling broadly, though her eyes conveyed her true emotion. Regret. She motioned us over to their receiving area, where I found three other guesses sitting on the long white couch. I recognized them. I'd met them once before when Dad introduced me to his mafia allies. If I'm not mistaken, they are one of Asia's most feared mafias.