Novel & Cerita Mafiosa Comic

He stepped into the light of the sconces, looking as tired as I felt, but significantly less complicated. "Customs?" I asked, exhaling a long plume of smoke. "Worse. The French contact is getting greedy. He heard about the... acquisition you made this week," Marco said, glancing toward the wing of the building where I’d tucked Kieran away. "He thinks you’re distracted. He wants another twenty percent on the 'travel' f*e for the dragon-glass crates."

"What are you doing?" "What is going on?" Still... No answer. The camera was positioned directly in front of Leon and me. Bastian walked over, looked into the lens, adjusted it slightly, then nodded in satisfaction. "Good." He turned towards the men. "Untie her." I frowned. One of the mafia soldiers stepped behind me and cut the zip tie around my wrists. The plastic fell to the floor. I immediately rubbed my aching wrists together. "What's going on?" I asked cautiously.

Joshua and besides we are mafias unlike other gangs we does things quick and clean’ Lisa interrupts irritated ‘anyway have warned ya byyee…’ She hangs up on him and smiles devilishly she lays on her bed ‘now let’s wait and see what the mother fucker is busy hatching in his mind’. She laughs crazily for some seconds before deciding to have her beauty sleep, after all sleep is important so a man can have a sane mind.

I can't believe the so-called one of the notorious gang bosses is wearing such a cute onesie in front of his comrade. He glance at me and said in a calm tone, " Laugh if you wanna laugh. I love this onesie! What's wrong with it? Do you mean mafia bosses like me can't wear onesies? That's just ridiculous." With his approval, I let my laugh out to the point that I dropped on the floor. Crouching while holding my stomach as some tears escape. " Is it that funny?" he sighs as he sits down while taking his phone and charging it on the nightstand. "It is! it's so hilarious that I can still laugh if this scene pops up in my brain tomorrow. Gosh! I can't believe all the mafia and crime novels I read

Xavier laughed as I stuffed my mouth. "Eat as much as you dare." he said He then cut off piece and held it up to me. I swallowed my mouthful and looked at it. I hesitated a little but bent in and took it from the fork. I chewed slowly as he cut of a chunk and eat it. He looked up at me. "What?" he asked "Nothing." I answered "Not falling for that." he said raising an eyebrow at me "I was just thinking how....different you are. When someone hears the word 'mafia' they think of something really scary with a scary leader but you're really...cool." I said blushing bright red

Damian’s cold and stern gaze fell on Zach looking like he would freeze him to death with his eyes. Zach chuckled, “it’s just that she looks so innocent. I’m afraid I would break her but that makes it more exciting. I can’t wait to have a taste..” Damian clenched his hands but his face remained emotionless. He fought the urge to pummel Zach’s face and throw him into the ocean to be shark’s food. The other mafia seated around the table laughed boisterously at Zach’s remark. “I envy you, man. Such a pure girl is hardly seen. When you’re done, be sure to share her with me. I want to have a taste too.”

Frog? Her brows knitted his frustration. “I’m not a frog. You’re a frog,” “Big, green, dirty frog.” She gritted stomping her foot as she huffed and walked to the chair and plopped down. Rhys raised his brows turning around. Did he just called him a frog? Narrowing his eyes he asked in his deep voice. “What did you just say?” “I don’t want to talk to you. You’re so mean. I thought you were kind, but you’re just so sour. Like a…sour candy!” Amara mumbled angrily pouting her lips and crossed her arms across her chest.

My chest, my head, my ears, and annoyingly, even between my legs. “What the fuck, Chiara,” I scold myself, burying my face in the pillow and letting out a muffled scream. What in the blazing hell was that all about? He’s a mafia boss, so that makes him a murderer. He literally kept me captive here. Sure, he tried to spare me, but who’s to say he won’t do anything worse than straight up just shooting me in the head? Not to mention that the man may quite literally be something inhuman.

She was always ever so delightful to watch in the kitchen that sometimes I think my papa married her only for her food. My mamma had married Manuel Salvador, the most wanted mafia Lord and top criminal on the FBI’s list but she always acted like she was some ordinary woman and married to a farmer. She always paid no mind to my papa’s business affairs and in return she enjoyed very benefit befitting the wife of a president. When I was younger, I used to hate her naivety and the way she so easily brushed off matters that should have been of utmost concern. Matters like my papa’s affair with a top model in South Korea when he allegedly went on a business trip.

She returned home to soak for a long time, then comfortably climbed into bed and flipped through the latest comic book; watching while thinking of Damian Desmond's domineering look today, he couldn't help but scold him once again in his heart. It's a tyrant! She has read many comic books, never seen a male lead as powerful as him! But there's no denying that his figure is beautiful! Fiona Forger enjoyed the formation of the male lead in her manga while sighing. Haizz, when will she ever get to rewash her eyes with his nose-bleeding physique? Ah! Fiona Forger, is she crazy? Why is she suddenly think of someone's physique? While she was spitting at herself, the phone suddenly rang. Fiona Forge