Mafia In The Morning Itzy Novels & Stories

Her chest tightened as she tried to process the reality that had just shattered her world. This terrifying man—Marco Desouza, the king of the Italian Mafia—was her father...! How is that even possible?? Robert’s shock was no less intense, but he masked it quickly, focusing on Izzy’s reaction. She looked as though the ground had been pulled out from beneath her. He tightened his grip on her hand, silently grounding her as his protective instincts flared even stronger. Marco’s eyes softened briefly as they met Izzy’s, a trace of something almost paternal surfacing. But it was gone in an instant, replaced by the cold, hard gaze of a mafia king.

There was also chaos in the front yard, where there were many bodies of Blood mafia members with blood splattered on the ground. Night was about to turn into morning. Among them was Kenzo, who was still staring at the Blood Mafia headquarters. Next to him was Zayn, who happened to be fighting tonight as well. The two of them were waiting for their mafia leaders, who had not yet emerged from the headquarters. “Tsk, why aren't Alpha and Beta out yet?” Kenzo and Zayn were getting more and more panicked. The countdown on the bomb planted by Cylo and Ivo was getting faster. The atmosphere was getting more and more tense until, a few seconds before the bomb exploded, Jeff and Law ran out of the he

Isabella pampered her rough, full hair which soaked her fingers when she patted it, “you don’t have to thank me baby. Let’s get you cleaned up then to bed okay?” Zipporah could only manage a nod then planted her feeble feet on the ground as Isabella guided her shoulders. They ease towards her bedroom, elbows intertwined. At the foot of her door, she nudged them to a stop and faced her, “you were telling the truth.” Isabella’s eyes showed confusion, “about what?” Zipporah swallowed quickly, her eyes were never as much a good liar as her lips, so she glanced away when she answered, “the mafia, It’s all real.”

I knew that it was the dumbest thing to say but it was better than saying nothing at all. She didn't know how to respond to the gesture either so we just spoke for a bit more before I ended the call again. Sleep came, and before I knew it, it was morning again. I had sent the mafia group to Jack yesterday and they were all ready to attack my brother. I prepared early in the morning and went for the contract handover. I was glad that it was finally official after months of tussle. Mike asked when I would send Isabella to him, and I told him that I would the next day as I was going to attend to work first.

It's not me but Noah who exclaimed hearing the name of his Idol…not only his but also mine. "I got it…I got it. Gio, your mafia is under Salvatore's mafia, right? How did I even forget that? And, you guys asked his help to solve this problem, right? Oh my god, why you guys didn't tell me this soon? You don't how crazy I and Ishita are about him. We have heard a lot about him. Even, Ishita has a crush on Salvatore hearing how good he is even when we don't even know how he looks. I think Ishita is going to jump on him from the moment she sees him" Noah exclaimed making my eyes wide.

voice two said. I slammed my fist down on the table. That voice I knew … plain as day. It was Stefan, Mikhail’s second. Chain smoking tends to make your voice memorable. “Those motherfucking spaghetti FUCKS,” I roared, jumping to my feet. I knew someone local had to be helping, but never in a million years did I suspect the stupid Italians. They played Emilia and mother for a fiddle, flirting and acting stupid. I should never have trusted it! “Get eyes on Lorenzo and his second, around the motherfucking clock,” I bellowed.

I asked as the three of us started walking towards the stairs. "Yeah. I need to call Mima, Papa, and my parents and go get my things. Especially my computer for work. I'm just ....." A sigh escaped Mia's lips before she started whispering. "I'm waiting to see what goes on with Izzy." Once downstairs, we rounded the corner to the kitchen, where Seth, Sam, and Damian were cooking breakfast as Izzy and Jo sat at the island, talking as they drank their coffee. Mia and I both immediately looked at Izzy's neck to see if, by chance, Damian had marked her. But her neck was mark-free. Izzy turned to look at us, and as she did, she squinted her eyes as if she knew what we were looking for.

But that doesn’t mean trouble ends for her. In the picture, Italia was inside a car, it is own by no other than the bachelor known by many, Zamiel Erik Salvador. “This...” When she flipper open the next, it shows Italia inside a club, but altogether accompanied by Jake Seven, one of the name who was making his way on top in modelling—both international and national industry. Minchin was at lost for words. “See? I told you that it is going to be a big scoop, director!” Jeff clasped both of his hand together. “Now, I’ll present them to our anchor and immediately flash a report about—”