Mafia In The Morning Itzy Novels & Stories

It seemed impossible, yet here she was, held captive and used as bait. She leaned closer to the door, straining to hear as much as she could. The men outside were speaking Italian, and though she didn't understand all of the words, she could make out some key phrases. "...mafia...don Marko..." "...from the Italian mafia..." Her heart hammered as she tried to absorb this new information. So, Marko was involved with the Italian mafia? That would explain some things, but it also filled her with more dread.

“I am that person who has been planning to run away all his life. I did not deserve such a welcome to a place that was supposed to be my home and only hope. I killed innocent people and I promise you all that hurts me more than anything. If I could bring them back, I would. “I am bad news, I know, but seriously…. The first thing you all did after finding me was to try to kill me. When you failed, you ended up kidnapping me. Locked me down in here for a whole month. “And now, sadly, for me, all of you are planning to try to kill me again. And you have kidnapped my mate, too. She has nothing to do with all this. Please let her go. She is human and innocent.” The smile on Coal's face. My pleadi

" Every mistake costs a price. Just think that you are paying for it in a cruel way. 48 hours is left for you, Miss Stevens. First, 24 hours, you will enjoy all the privilege of becoming the woman of Azrael De Luca. In the next 24 hours, you will see the consequence of insulting the man who can decide someone's fate. Don't try to pull your stubborn ass because this time, you aren't facing the press or the fans. You are facing the Mafia King, Don of Italian Mafias, AZRAEL DE LUCA. ______________ "Wow, Ki! Look, the tabloids are worshipping you like goddess! What happened to them all of sudden?" my assistant Molly A.K.A my best friend giggled happily, scrolling through the latest morning news.

He replied to her, standing from his seat to lean on his table. “How can a living subject be sold off without her own consent?” She inserted air quotes around the sold off. For a moment, Marie forgot she was standing in front of someone affiliated to the greatest and most dangerous Mafia group in the country. But, what did she have to lose? She was already brought here against her own will, and it doesn’t seem like anyone is going to answer the question as to why she’s here.

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.”

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.

Dante Crazy girl stayed on my mind and even weed didn’t get her face or tits out of it. Her hazel eyes intrigued me and I still didn’t know who the fuck she was. “Who’d you hook up with last night?” Caine asked as he walked into our living room scratching his balls in nothing but boxers. His hair was a mess and he smelled like ass. We were the same height and coloring and could be brothers. That was not unusual at Rochester where dark Italian looks were the common denominator on campus.

grumbled Mark with an annoyed look. The man in the black suit named Jullian scowled in annoyance. Jullian is the heir to the throne of the White Eagle mafia group. He also helped Mark to gain recognition from the Eagle group alliance consisting of the Black Eagles, White Eagles, and Harpy Eagles. "I've never seen such a natural beauty. If you don't want her, just give her to me! I see you're not very experienced with women!" joked Jullian. Jullian scowled at Melody's oversized dress, too bad a girl as beautiful as she had to wear something more appropriate for a scarecrow.

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.