Mafia In The Morning Itzy の小説・ストーリー

#It’s a M3L0N#: “What a vicious woman!” #Haier’s Brother#: “Framing others with drugs, what a disgusting act! She’s ruined another person’s reputation for a lifetime.”

*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.

Mia’s heart froze when she saw it. Subject MIA THE RED ANGEL — premium tier. Rental only. “Untouched by industry. Intelligent. Perfect face symmetry. Vegas-based. Known mafia ties. High-value novelty. Grooming required but minimal.” Her name. Her face. On a list of products. “Jesus Christ,” she whispered.

There are a few "good mornings' which I replied with head acknowledging them. As soon as I was out of their eyesight I ran to my personal hacking room. It was difficult to run with high heels and it hurts like hell. The hacking room is personally decorated for me. It has all types of information. I went and started hacking all the files related to the italian mafia. Their security is difficult to log in with but it doesn't mean it is impossible. The anxiety in me is building up. I finally hacked into files and took all the information I needed about them...

"Oi, move along now! Word is those bloody Italians might hit us tonight, so we'll be closing up soon. Are you a twin or something? We've hired you before, right? Don't answer that; just get going; I'm drunk as hell." I cautiously heave a sigh of relief. "And don't come back out until—" The cracking wheeze of bullets and blood splattering all over my shirt stops me cold. I turn back to see the representative on the floor with more holes in his head than I can count. It's the Cali Mafia. They've hit exactly on the date Serena, and my research said they'd. Nauseous panic takes over, and I fall flat to the ground just as the automated DJ mix changes from Rae Sremmurd's black Beatles fades into D

“I bought these in case you were having another bout of morning sickness.” “I’m fine physically, Evan. It’s everything else.” I lean against the counter, the cool laminate pressing into my palms. “You might want to sit down.” We retreat to a small corner table, shielded by the refrigerator. I pour it all out in a hushed, frantic whisper. The red Ferrari, the "finance major" who knew too much, the terrifying mention of "mafia thugs." Evan’s face goes from concerned to ghostly pale. His jaw literally hangs open.

“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.

Astrella's point of view The morning sun’s rays pierced through the windows, blinding me as I stirred awake. Ugh, is it already morning? It felt like only a minute ago that the chaos unfolded. I stretched with a yawn, covering my mouth lazily. Reaching for my phone, I found it on the nightstand. As soon as I unlocked it, a message popped up: "Be ready. Not even the world’s most powerful Mafia can save you."