Novel & Cerita Mafia In The Morning Itzy

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—”

“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.”

This time a beam of blue light burst out, making Arsenio feel dazzled. He spontaneously covered his eyes with one hand, until the light gradually disappeared. [CONGRATULATIONS! YOU LEVELED UP!] [YOU ARE CURRENTLY AT THE LEVEL OF A BRANDED MAFIA (#CRUEL CLASS)] [THE MAFIA SYSTEM HAS BEEN UPGRADED NOW. YOUR WAY OF GETTING REWARDS, POINTS AND LEVELING UP WILL BE DIFFERENT FROM BEFORE.] [PLEASE PRESS 'YES!' TO PROCEED TO THE NEXT STAGE.]

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.

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.