Novel & Cerita Mafia Obsession Movie

This isn't how I had planned for the meeting to go but somehow I need to come up with a very quick solution or end up with nothing. *** After the storm had calmed down that night, I head towards my underground chamber where a big table laid in the center of the room. Everyone was present. The Mafia Lords who control everything about the city in silence. Dante Ferraro was seating next to the sit meant for the head of the table. Luca Moretti the second Mafia boss leaned back with a ciger in his mouth, while Julian Cortez played drums with his fingers on the table. I took my seat last and they all turned to my direction.

She asked, trying to mask her irritation with her curiosity. Chiara stared at her sister, her face was red and she kept blinking. She gulped the rest of the alcohol down and let out a loud gasp but slid the cup back to Matteo as if asking for more. “Dante is a terrible and lewd person. In the two—maybe three days I’ve been there, this man has touched me in the most discomforting ways. He has these weird rules and is possessive.” Matteo slid the glass back to her, his eyes also curious like Aria's. “As you can see, it’s a slow day, so please tell us everything.”

They were worlds apart. I hesitated but nodded. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Felix eyeing Daniel, a silent warning. Whether Daniel noticed it or not, he didn't show it. He leaned in, his platinum blonde hair falling across his face. For a moment, I found myself captivated by his beauty, almost forgetting I was speaking to a man. But his next words snapped me back to reality. “Alexander is a mafia don. A very dangerous one who kills without remorse. Drug trafficking, money laundering, murder, assassinations, arms smuggling, bribery, corruption—anything evil you can think of, you can link it to him. Alexander is a devil from hell, I tell you!”

We were through before the echo died. Inside, the prince sprawled on a white leather sofa, silk robe half open, crystal glass in one hand, powdered cocaine rimming his nose like a spoiled child’s birthday cake. Two women shrieked from the kitchen, half-naked, clutching each other. I ignored them. Momo did not. He calmly shot both in the head. Collateral. Witnesses. Not my problem anymore. “Please!” the boy squealed, slipping off the couch, hands raised like a petulant priest begging an angry god.

“Mafia business…between me and Don Nichole… you have nothing to worry about trust me…” “You know I don’t know any of these men so don’t bother…” “Then why did you give me that ‘I don’t trust you’ look?” “What look are you referring to?” I stared at him suspiciously because I knew what he was capable of and been calm isn’t one of them but anyways I’ll try to trust him just this once… “There you have it…that look…” He said pointing at my face… “Ok fine…I trust you…Happy now?” “Yes I am…So can I go now princess?”

I begged him, my arms wandering to interlock with his. Luciano still remained silent for a while, our breaths mixing as we both just stared immensely into each others eyes. "You want to know the truth?" He asked, now with a more stern tone. I nodded frantically. "I really do. More than any thing else right now" "I guess there is no need in keeping any more secrets from you. I am Luciano Greco, the capo dei capi of the Italian-American mafia. I am the don of the mafia"

”Kris and Keaton will soon return, their food is the only thing left, we’ve got to find a job soon, we have less foodstuffs left at home“ She sighed, I looked at her and nod my head collecting the juice and popcorn. She turned on the tv and a news popped out, it was about a blast of the golden mansion, it was blown up by unknown group of people who still remained unidentified Isabel changed the channel to av and insert a movie , my favorite series, Alchemy of souls. ”Thinking about that news, I’ll love to join those groups, I think they are of mafia gang, God I love mafia lords, remember that story I once read, what’s the name again, the mafia lord obsession “

But the hunger for answers still gnawed at me. The something clicked "Silly girl, what if he had poisoned it?" I shook my head "Not possible, he wouldn't risk that much" Pushing the tray aside, I grabbed my laptop and opened the browser. Typing Nesa Caistro into the search bar, I held my breath as the results loaded. The first few links painted a grim picture: an organized Mafia group operating on a global scale, shrouded in secrecy and terror. The FBI had yet to collect solid evidence against them. My stomach turned as the pieces began to fall into place.

Others just did their job diligently and minded their business. I yanked her hair back suddenly, she yelled in pain, trying to free herself from my hold. “Do you know who I am?” She whimpered, shaking her head to the side, signifying no. “I am Javier Bezzio, the current seat owner of the Italian mafia. If you don't know what that means, then you are a dead meat. Understood?” She nodded yes quickly and I released her. I laid on my back and relaxed. “Now get back to work and stop when I tell you to.”

He faced me by turning his chair around. The cruel enemy's name is Emir Alffiaco. He was a horrible man. When I say terrible, I mean awful. I'm talking about the kind of evil that involves prostitution rings and the exploitation of young women. To make my life a living misery, he is exploiting even the mafia. I will not stop seeking justice to ensure that he rots away in the deepest part of hell.