Mafia: The Old Country Protagonist Novels & Stories

he ask while we walk out of his house. I look at him like he's stupid "I'm not apart of the mafia I am the mafia," I say. He raises an eyebrow at me. "okay, maybe I'm not the mafia but I am a mafia queen I was born into the mafia so I'm mafia by blood," I tell him. he nods his head in understanding. "but seriously I am the mafia technically because Luca is the King of all mafia and he is the mafia so technically I am the mafia," I say trying to convince Blake but it didn't seem to work cause all he did was bust out and laugh. I pout a little and go over to Luca and I's car. "

Unlike the old man who talked aimlessly at the start of a conversation, Luca went straight to the point, "I understand Daniel has secretly informed you about the woman I seek, there's nothing to research about her connection to me, it's a waste of your time and resource. Instead, what mission did you call me earlier for? I will execute as usual and you Mr Mayor will use the resources at your disposal to find her for me again " The mayor chuckled strongly," Luca Antonio, the fvcking mafia underboss " He hailed loudly in an Italian accent and Luca bit his lower lip rather angrily. He said impatiently to the old man," I don't need your praise, Old man, you wouldn't want your wife to find you ma

"I'm itching to find out who that mafia boss is and bring him down," I whispered. "Don't get too excited. This mafia is big, most of the big companies here in Manila and other places are connected to them. This mafia is not easy so if you want to kill him, you just have to be tronger and not making weaknesses," he said and looked at our house. Is he saying Warren is my weakness? "What do you mean?" I asked him irritated. "I'm saying, I don't like him for you. I have a bad feeling about him," he said.

I stated as i shot him in the head. "Well, Now, the Lebanese mafia is after ME and The Australian mafia is after US. They declared war, didn't they? I wanna watch a movie." Alexia said happily. She's so fucking fearless. There are two mafia after her and she's still the same, fearless, bold, strong. She would make a perfect queen.

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.

“Hmm. That’s probably a good thing. We couldn’t find any direct links to you, even though you grew up near Sicily. You always go by Tris, which makes things simpler compared to other undercover folks.” Having a name similar to my own helps me stay grounded. Some people need to completely separate from their real lives, but for me, it’s easier to weave in real details than to make up stories and keep track of them. “So, what’s the deal with the De Luca family?” I pull my hand away from James’s and start rubbing his thigh in slow circles. “They’re brothers. Mafia in Sicily. The head honcho, Aamon De Luca, their dad, was killed.”

Amy uttered in pure abhorrence for the person who tried to harm her friend. “Girls… Girls…Hold on. Do you have any idea who that man is? What he is capable of doing to Gina? ” Mia spoke switching glances between her friends who grew silent hearing her question because both had no idea about the man. Mia exhaled a deep breath and decides to enlighten them. “He is Alvish Lorenzo, the mafia lord of the underworld. He is a very powerful man in Sicily.” Hearing this Amy let out a shriek and covered her mouth in surprise to which Mia only nodded her head.

The elder’s head dropped low. A mafia. This had to be some kind of mafia. But the silence crept back in, and I couldn’t sit in it, not with Mia trembling beside me, barely holding herself upright, and these old men trading looks like they were speaking a language made entirely of eyebrows. “You have the wrong person.” My voice shook.

“When I was just a child, I had a very close friend named Nickolas. He was my first real love. He was… different, special and unique. I promised him under a bright full moon that I’d make him my mate as soon as I was old enough to do so. But my father found out he was a Vengas. My father brutally killed him, Noah, him and his entire family. I thought he was completely gone forever. But now, with your mysterious dreams, with what tragically happened today… I’m seriously starting to think that maybe you are actually him somehow.” I laughed again, my voice shaking violently, quickly pushing his hands away from me. “You’re crazy right now,” I said, suddenly standing up, my entire body trembling

I shouldn’t say any more than that or they might get back with my family because that's just the way they are. Mafias are ruthless. They are rotten to their core. They aren’t the ideal men written in fictions. They’ll hurt you and put you in danger. Children shouldn’t make the mafia the standard no matter how good they came to be in fictions. They are criminals and I know all of it because I once became an underdog of a mafia. They kill ruthlessly and they don’t care how evil they become. “First you stereotyped us for being noble and now, you are stereotyping us as someone worse than a criminal.”