Romans & histoires Mafia In The Morning Itzy

“ The other way around isn't so bad. “ Stacy confirmed. “ And what about Chad? “ Dencia asked lacing a mean glare at Maria. Maria saw the look of spite Dencia gave her, she decided to change the topic. “ Instead of talking about those rich fuck boys, why don't we talk about ourselves? Like why are we girls registered in a game of sex? I am sure not everyone of us believed that we would wind up here. “ The gathering went cold silent. “ Way to ruin the good mode. “ Dencia hissed. “ Are you sure we should be sharing such close information? we were given colors as names for a reason. “ Hope Violet said in a tender voice. “ I don't see a harm in my question, I think it would get us comfortable wi

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.

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.

Chapter 2 (SYSTEM STARTED) Arsenio opened his eyes slowly. Several times, his eyes narrowed because of the blue light that looked very bright, which then brought up a notification window in front of him. Arsenio rubbed his eyes, not believing what he had just seen. [The Strongest Mafia System] [Accept] [Yes No] To answer his curiosity, Arsenio pressed [Yes]. Even though he was a little hesitant, the man didn't have anything else that could make him feel disappointed. Running out of money, dumped by his lover, and on the verge of death. The man had experienced it all.

Blood smeared against the cold, tiled floor as she gasped while trying to pull herself up. "You bitch!" Mason's voice roared above her, stripped of any trace of the gentlemanly mask he had worn earlier. His face was ferocious, like an enraged beast as he stomped forward, undoing his tie. "You ungrateful wench! You think you can just come here, drink my wine and embarrass me like this?!" She scrambled backward, her hands slipping against the blood and the spilled liquor. "I—I didn’t mean to! Let me go!" Her voice shook, filled with pain.

She grabbed her handbag and phone, then made her way downstairs. Bryan’s driver was waiting beside the car. The moment he saw her, he quickly opened the door. “Good morning, ma’am,” he greeted. Mia cringed. “Just call me Mia.” “That’s not possible,” he said with a small smile. “Lord Bryan would have my head.” Mia sighed, climbing into the car. As they drove, she played around with her new phone. Everything was already installed—Facebook, W******p, I*******m, TikTok. She had even set up her profiles.

“You should have done your research beforehand. Perhaps you won’t fail stealing from another mafia.” He grunted. “Who are you?” She finally withdrew her gun and squatted down to his level. The confidence of this woman was beyond me. “Allow me to introduce myself. La regina. The queen of the mafia.” His chuckle was taunting yet with desperation. “There is no queen in the mafia.”

Until he reached near the end: Marco DeSanti – Shared Sky (Sun and Moon) Symbol: Shattered Wheel Status: Claimed Alessandro felt a lump in his throat. He had taken Marco’s life. In the chapel, during the eclipse. It wasn’t merely punishment; it was part of something bigger—a ritual. He kept turning the pages. In transit Symbol: Withheld Event: Incomplete No name. No status. He flipped the page and hesitated. The last entry was sealed with wax, marked by a black seal that bore the same symbol the priestess had drawn in Marco’s blood.

I could feel it grazing it. "Have you ever heard of the Mafia?" I think I just gulped down an invisible apple. --- So apparently he's in the mafia. Not only that... he's literally a mafia boss. A fucking Italian mafia boss. I am toast. I am screwed. I am fucked. Holy shit. Ethan, please come and get me. I don't think I can stomach the thought that I'm hanging out with a crime boss. "You seem nervous, amore. I thought you are just going to have a meeting with your friend." He had a mischievous smirk right in his handsome face.

Maria, takes out of the briefcase a computer, opens it, enters the network, with one hand she handles the keyboards, and in the other she holds the paper that the cardinal has just given her, and then says; - The deposit has been made. I hope that this insignificant money will make you happy. -He turns the computer so they can see that it is correct, they grab their cell phones and try to confirm it, as incredible as it seemed to them, the five of them were millionaires, as for my details I want absolute privacy, the information of this illicit association, the gang member Alberto Zapata gave it to me, I don't want him to know that I am here, tell him that there was no agreement, because I r