Mafias Kidnapped Wife นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I guess it didn’t matter how his dreams came true, but now he was the most powerful man in the city and could shape this world to be whatever he imagined it to be. “ Speaking of the South side, there’s a war brewing,” the man’s voice almost sounds like he’s singing in. Sirius serves into the right lane with an annoyed look in his eye. “ There is always a war brewing. What’s new?” “ One of the daughters from the arrival mafia was kidnapped,” my breath hitches, and Sirius sucks his teeth as if a young girl is kidnapped every day and this is not news to him. “ Which daughter?” “The Russians took the youngest Daniela of the Italian mob.”

Jaden asked annoyed now, It wasn't like he wanted to ruin innocent girl's life by getting her kidnapped but he had made a mistake and that was the reason that he Willingly felt into the manipulative trap she lay before him trying to guilt trap him but he hated it when people interrupted him. "Yeah sure go ahead!" Isabella sulked. "Alright don't make that face okay? it was wrong on my part to mention Maria before introducing her." He apologised when he saw her innocent face turn into a sad smile. He wasn't even sure why he cared so much about this girl but she reminded him so much of his younger sister. "So this goes back to 6 years ago, Back then the mafia was handled by the older Mr McCoy a

she asked in cold anger while driving her silver-black Lamborghini Aventador. ‘I lost him. He drove like a drag racer.’ “FUCK! MEET ME AT THE WAREHOUSE.” She drove faster before something bad happened to her husband since not everyone in her gang knew about the looks of her husband. Being captured by the Lilium Familia, whines and groans began echoing around the empty warehouse followed by some coughing blood as each of them was being hit simultaneously. “That happens when you steal from a mafia.” a man with a cigar in his mouth smirked.

Her eyes were swollen from crying. Lucy’s entrance instantly silenced the previously lively and cheerful banquet hall. Everyone’s face in the hall visibly darkened. Although the mafia crime syndicate was large, only a few senior members held real influence. No matter how well they tried to hide it, everyone had heard rumors about Murray and Craig’s scandalous entanglement with their adopted sister, Lucy. Her presence was naturally unwelcome. That was likely the very reason why Murray and Craig had agreed to marry Harper and me. They used our engagements with them to squash the damaging gossip.

That an infamous and most dangerous Italian mafia kidnapped me? Another icy shiver zigzags down my nerves and terrifies the hell out of me when I think about that man who died just because he tried to help. I don’t want the history—that awful night—to be repeated. I really hope—and pray—it won’t. But I should have known better…

But her mind was somewhere else far. The offspring could lead her somewhere else. Svetlana was the wife of the most trusted man of her husband, they were friends but she couldn't force out the thought that she was his girlfriend at one time. She immediately pushed the thought as her husband was a ruthless tyrant. He wouldn't spare anyone. He was hunting the people in the most barbaric way who was involved in her kidnapping. She didn't want a barbaric death for her. " Here are you! " Kattie smiled coming toward her, " Gretta is calling on your number. I thought I should file a report of your missing and of your phone's missing." She handed her the phone as she mocked.

I said looking at everyone “they chose us to break our families, we can’t allow that” “Well, what are we going to do? It’s not like we can all win this” Yang asked. She was the wife of the Japanese mafia’s don. Her and the man grew up with one another, no one’s love, not even Nikolay’s matched her husband’s love for her. The man burned a billion dollars when she was kidnapped, her kidnapper asking for a ransom which he brought only for it to explode the second the man drove off and Yang was safe.

I was so sure I was a goner, but then I blinked open my eyes to the sterile white of a hospital room. "Awake?" came a voice, deep and seething with anger, next to me. Turning my head was a struggle, but I managed, only to wish I had not. There he was, Don, the mafia boss–my so-called husband, Nolan Winston. Nolan's face was like stone, but his voice dripped with mockery. "Sophia Wood, you're a mafia Donna, yet you jumped into the sea just for a little sympathy? You've made a mockery of the Winston name."

“Or how I begged you to bring my wife home with me. The wife who sacrificed her arm to save my life, because the bullet would have hit my heart if she hadn’t stepped in the way.” My heart hammered in my chest, but I continued. “Or maybe how you knew about my son. The son I had with my perfectly legal wife. Who I have been married to for over three years now. But you already knew about my son and you refused to help them when they were taken and kidnapped by the Mafia, right?” “What?” Adrian squeaked out, now looking at me.

“You won’t hurt my sisters.” A brow lifted sharply. “No?” We locked eyes. I searched for any flicker of bluff, but he was a fortress. Yet even if he spared Mira and Luna, what about Papà? “And your wife—what does she say about you kidnapping a woman for your son?” “My wife died long ago.” A knot twisted deep in my gut. Had he killed her? Or was she a victim of some bloody vendetta? The mafia was a merciless beast—why Mama fought to keep us safe.