Novel & Cerita Mafia Lovers

Serenity frowned deeply when Ivy laughed. “Don’t you get it, he’s a Lombardi. The Lombardis are the Mafia.” She chuckled sarcastically. “So that’s it then. You give up on what might possibly be the best thing you’ll ever have because you’re afraid?” Serenity bit back a scoff. “You have no right to judge me.” Ivy hissed, “I have lost everyone I love. Everyone! For once, I’m choosing me, I’m choosing not to have to pick up the pieces of my heart off the floor.” Ivy shook her head slowly.

Tears stung in the back of my eyes, "They love one another..." "What?" I blinked, it felt like I was betraying my best friends but if I don't tell Scott the truth, I'd be betraying him, and I don't know why but right now betraying him seemed worse, "Silvio Capone and Enrico Ferrari love one another. They ran away together because no one in their world or our world would understand their love. Their fathers wouldn't understand. I know how homophobic the Cosa Nostra is... The Chicago Outfit isn't any different."

A commitment to maintain peace. I wasn't a complete moron. I was aware that this was also about money and power, but it wasn't the whole story. Both were experiencing a decline as a direct result of various criminal groups such as the Russian Mafia known as "The maquese," the Taiwanese Triad, and others striving to increase their influence in our areas. It was necessary for the various Italian families throughout the United States to put an end to their feuds and collaborate in order to prevail over their adversaries. It would be an incredible privilege for me to wed the eldest son of the New York family. Since the day I became engaged to Damon, my father and all of my other male relatives h

Marco: finally we have found the location and address of that bastard! He grinned widely now he'll pay. He took the file from Marco and sat on his office chair. He read the information and what got his attention was that the bastard now has a weakness which is his sister. He opened the next page and was shocked to see his sister's picture. In that picture with him, it was Maria. He yelled furiously. "What the fuck! Is this information confirmed?" He asked tensed. "Yes," Marco replied. Him being angry would be an understatement. He was furious. He wanted to burn everything he wanted to kill him. Rage was all he felt.

“Marriage between you and me? You see that—how it sounds? A B S U R D.” “It’s either that or you go back to Zeus. And trust me, you don’t want to find out what he will do to you.” The back of my knees hit the chair. His arm snakes around my waist, catching me. “Have you heard of Ravens?” I nod. Who doesn’t know about the five deadly mafia lords who rule the world with an iron fist? And I know he is one of them.

The agent informed Rachel that they would keep watch at the house for the night. Rachel ensured that Gabriella took a warm bath, ate and helped her get to bed. Soon after, Gabriella started sleeping. .......................... Lorenzo had followed his team shortly after to the station but remained in his car. He had watched Rachel and Gabriella's exchange as they went at it. Their exchange had reminded him of Alejandro a few years back. Though he wasn't a warm person even then, he was certainly not as cold as he is now viewing the world through black and white lenses. They also seemed pretty much closer then. They weren't best friends or anything of such grand manner because the Mafia consid

He gently lowered her onto the seat, his eyes tracing her face as she slowly opened and closed her eyes in a dazed rhythm. “Mateo,” she murmured weakly. He looked at her deeply, as though trying to understand the weight behind her voice. “I want to become a part of the mafia by starting my own cartel,” Valeria whispered, her gaze steady now despite her trembling limbs. Mateo blinked, stunned, trying to process what he had just heard. He inhaled slowly, exhaling through his nose as memories of bloodshed, betrayal, and power struggles flickered through his mind. “Are you sure about that, Valeria?” he asked, stepping back slightly, his brow furrowed in concern.

"You're terrible at keeping secrets especially with me, I am your best friend and I've known you since fifth grade!!" I turned to her " Mia look, he's a criminal and I am a cop. We've probably run into each other a few times and now he probably thinks am someone which I'm clearly not." Mia looked at me with doubt in her eyes " are you sure? Of course I was sure, there was nothing to lie about it's not as if Mr Dominic is the same mysterious and Dominating man I had a one night stand with at Suzanne's Bar... "Yes I'm sure mia."

In fact he was beyond perfection and Mia could help but feel desire pouring into her lower body and signed heavily. She wished they could have sex again even without knowing who he was but as her gaze met the man all her thoughts and wishes fell out of the window because the man was no one else but Lucius Lovato, the ruthless mafia leader of Lova group, the man she was asked to seduce with in three months. And she was on his bed while he was standing half naked looking at her, “did she manage to seduce him and did they have a passionate night together?”. Mia to remember but she can’t but now was not the time to dwell on thoughts, she needed to act fast.

I say. And when they find out they will have to pick sides for the war that will start because of me. When the time comes I promise myself I will tell them but for now, they must think that I still love Declan Blue Diaz leader of La mafia de la Muerte. (The Mafia of Death)