Novel & Cerita Mafia Seat

“He makes a good point, Kierra. Noir de Costas remains the biggest mafia vigilante group after they’ve moved from Sicily. No one’s greater since.” I put a finger on my chin and thought aimlessly. “A new mob group will wreck Noir’s plans,” Sebastian said warily. “Aemond’s father is the current governor in Belmont.” “Great, then we can ask him about it.” And so, our plan was made. _____________ Sebastian and I were in the car with Tobi on the passenger seat, sleeping against Alessio’s lap. We were off to drop him at his new school before heading to the governor’s mansion.

I said, my voice dangerously calm, "your presence here is an insult. And who are you to question my right? By our own rules, you are as unfit as anyone you might accuse. Your family's alliances are fluid, your reach is limited." Vlad chuckled, a dry, grating sound. "Ah, but that is where you are mistaken, Sokolov. I have secured an alliance that not even your ruthlessness can counter. An alliance that brings true power, true legacy, back to the Tenevaya Bratva." He paused, letting his words hang in the air, allowing the tension to coil tighter. "My family will soon be tied to a once powerful mafia family in Italy." A murmur swept through the room. The elders exchanged glances, their impassiv

"I'm Mia. Angelo's cousin, for my sins. Someone has to keep an eye on the legitimate side of this family's money, so that's me." I found myself almost smiling, the first real one in what felt like days. "Milene." "I know who you are." Mia's gaze flicked toward the door Mara had just slipped out of, then back to me, and her voice dropped, just slightly. "I also know you've already met Roberto." My smile faded. "How do you know that?"

“Everything’s ready inside. Security has been checked twice.” I nodded. “Good. You can leave after you bring in the files from the North office branch tomorrow morning.” “Yes, Boss.” He left, and I walked in alone. The place looked new, I dropped my coat on the couch and moved toward the window. The view was nice, at least Luca knew I loved seeing the night lights and traffics. He has been with me since my Dad sent me out of the country the if his death before he passed out. I had worked hard like a dog, clawing my way up through blood and loyalty until the name Vicente Russo started to echo again in the underworld, not as the son of a dead man, but as the man himself.

“You’re a stellar agent. You’ve been awarded twice in the last two years for your quick wit and excellent performances.” Medals. I have them hung above my college-issued framed certificate, so I look at them every night before I go to sleep. But I’ve never been asked to work on a mission this…important before. I go over the file I received a week ago, in my head. It had most of the details blacked out. Lucien Moretti. Assumed heir to the Moretti Industries, a conglomerate acting as a front for illegal operations. They had ties to the mafia, the Russian bratva, and a bunch of questionable groups around the world.

I muttered, my voice incredibly rough, deep, and cracked from sleep. "David, open your computer right now," Marcus said. His voice was frantic. There was none of his usual smooth, polished public relations tone. He was breathing fast, his words spilling out in a rush. "It is about your secret courthouse marriage. The rumors are spreading, and they are getting incredibly nasty." The fog in my brain vanished instantly. My blood ran cold. I sat up straight, ignoring the sharp pain in my head, and pulled my laptop toward me. My fingers hit the keys quickly, typing in my private security password and opening the financial news networks.

I bite my lower lip and sighed deeply. " We should go. " he politely said, resting his hand on my lower back. " He's Antonio Rego, younger brother of my father. He is also mafia. He decided things are good or bad for his people. He likes everything to work according to him. You'll speak when it requires. " he said and caught sight of me. " I had heard, you are the Emperor." I asked, " You didn't talk about it. I was thinking um.. " I stopped.

“ Your family wants to finally have this meeting done Giovanni. It’s been push enough over the last weeks because of your deal with Sebastian but we cannot do anything now but face them. It’s time your father will choose his heir—” “ This is just for formalities, right?” I asked, bitterness spreading into my mouth. Father chose Sebastian to lead the famiglia and just like that, I have lost control over Dela Vin’s power over him. It’s a good thing I have established my own name and I’m still the number one capo in this town. Sebastian will only rule the family's mafia but New York is still mine. “ If only I had that flash drive—” I gritted my teeth remembering how I had lost two important thi

She didn’t believe in nerves. Not when you were raised to be a queen. She didn’t knock. She wanted to catch him as he was. The door creaked open. There he sat, Alessio De Luca, heir to the most powerful mafia family in the region, perched at the edge of the leather armchair, a tumbler of scotch in one hand, his gaze distant. The fireplace threw flickers of light across his face, catching the sharp lines of his jaw, the tired set of his mouth.

I never explained it to anyone. The Assistant Isabella, my sister knocked once and entered at 6:30 sharp. She was the only person allowed in before coffee."Board meeting at nine," she said, laying a folder on my desk. "Dubai wants concessions on the security contract. They're pushing for backdoor access.""Tell them no," I said without looking up. "If they want our tech, they buy it clean."She hesitated. "They're hinting at walking.""Let them walk. We don't bend."Isabella studied me. "You look tired, Ale.""I'm fine.""You're always fine." She sighed. "Luca called. Warehouse at eight. You sure you don't want me there?""No. Stay here. Handle the board."She left without arguing. Family was the on