Mafioso And Chance Forsaken Novels & Stories

He had no idea he was feeding her straight into my web. I stopped in front of a large monitor that displayed live feeds from several locations across Madrid. One screen showed the Macini villa. Another showed Lucas nursing his wounds, with Brenda hovering nearby like a loyal dog. A third showed the cemetery where Vito now rested. Everything was connected. Everything was moving exactly as I had planned. I crushed the remains of my cigar into an ashtray and straightened my cuffs. “Let them play their little games,” I murmured to myself. “Let Giovanni think he owns the board. Let Antonio believe he’s saving the princess. Let Brenda and Lucas recover and chase their revenge.”

She's always dripping. My hands balled into fists against the table. Shutting my eyes tightly, I felt like a dirty whore. All I could think of was my babies. I’d left this life behind, left the man who fed my addictions and made me feel useless. But fate played a cruel game with me once again. It had dragged me back into the world I’d fought hard to stay away from. “After this,” Fernando grunted. “We’ll move to the next round. You’re only mine, Isabella Russo.”

In less than a minute, I watched him pull someone else into the room, and I froze. Enzo. Enzo burst into the room, his face a twisted mix of pain and anger. “I'm Giovanni's favorite son!”He struggled against the grip of the men holding him, his voice desperate. “Who the hell are you? If you touch me, my father will make you pay!” I shook my head, slowly retreating into the shadows. I couldn't take this. I couldn't. “Your men are dead.” I watched him smirk from his spot on the bed. “You're on your own now.”

KAYLA I stared at him in confusion, sure that I had heard wrong. From the tattoos to his words. “ Miro… this is some kind of prank right?” I laughed awkwardly, hoping that it was his way of getting back at me. “ Even if you're angry and you want to get back at me, isn't this too far?” I was well aware of the Russo mafia since I took on the mission to infiltrate Ricardo's mafia. The Russo mafia was nearly as large and influential as that of Ricardo’s.

Diana steps forward, trying to look intimidating. "I'm just a gentleman offering to accompany your daughter in this bag." Thaddeus chuckles as he kicks the bag with Zara's body. "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Thaddeus; I am the last Keeper of the forbidden lands. Beside me stands the next heir to the throne- your next King," he says far too respectfully, especially to someone who tried to challenge his authority. Diana catches us both by surprise as she forces her body up and extends her claws. She can't get to him; every attempt ends in disaster.

"Nicky, I'm not in the habit of picking up trash." Nicky dropped to her knees in front of me. "I know I was wrong. Please just give me another chance." She was once the love of my life. She was now on her knees, pleading for me to take her back. Yet I felt nothing but a deep disgust. She continued through her sobs, "We've been through thick and thin. I know I can start over if you're with me again. I'll give you everything." I took a step back and looked at her coldly. "You said the same thing back then, and look how that turned out."

A crest with three vertical slashes through a crescent moon. Enzo’s. I don’t say anything. Just stare. My jaw clenches so tight I feel my molars grind. “His pack was disbanded,” Micah says cautiously. “Right?” “Supposedly.” I step closer, heart hammering. “But this… this isn’t nostalgia. This is a message.” A challenge. I touch the blood—still tacky. Less than 12 hours old. “He’s not sending rogues,” I murmur. “He’s sending loyalists.”

The code was my date of birth. The knowledge barely registers in my head when I search through the things hidden in the safe. Cash, bars of gold, passports and two account books that arouse my interest. A few minutes after reading the books, my blood runs cold as I process the information in my head. I was now sure that my husband, Dante was involved in some shady business with some people but the worst part of it all was the fact that he was stealing from his own father and brother..... In the mafia, anything associated to betrayal was not a light crime and would be met with the worst punishment which was death. Why was he doing all of this?

"That day, you asked me what do I do or living. Yes I have the engineering firms, and I am the biggest supplier for engineering instruments in the region. But it’s all a mask. It’s a camouflage, to hide the real me. The real Lucas David. I... I am the Mafia. I rule the underworld, in this country and foreign too. I hold more than 80% shares in the black market. I have my hands dirtied and strained in the blood. I have inhaled guns smoke. I have killed more people than my age. I deal in all black and white. And if you agree to be a part of my life, you will be automatically entitled as part of Mafia. Do you think you can live your life with a stained person like me"? Lucas held his hands reve

loriana:- you get away from mafia boss and you become rich in just one night, you are lucky and that what I need on my side luck you are my lucky charm ariel:- if you say like this then I will forgive you, now I am fucking tired I just want to sleep, don't bother me again. loriana:- there is another mission you have to come again don't be late. ariel:- not a chance, I will go to sleep instantly.