Mafioso And Chance Forsaken 소설 & 이야기

It is possible that the last few words of the oath that men had to swear when they were initiated into the mafia might have just as easily been the last words of my wedding vow: "I enter alive, and I will have to get out dead." I should have fled while I still had the opportunity to do so. It was impossible to get away now, as hundreds of faces belonging to the Chicago and New York Familias gazed back at us. Divorce was not an option. In our world, the only acceptable way for a marriage to come to an end was through death. In the event that I was still able to evade Damon's vigilant eyes and those of his minions, the fact that I violated our agreement would result in war. There is nothing my

Thank you to everyone who has read it. I'm glad so many of you have enjoyed the story. Book two in the Mafia series begins after this point. Sick For Them It is a dark mafia romance. It is not the typical BXG and is MMMF romance. This story is one in which she is kidnapped, and the mafia saves her, and falls in love with her.

“Congratulations, Boss!” Without waiting for the celebration, Drake turned on his heel and walked out of the church. Amy followed closely behind, flanked by a sea of suits and heavy artillery. The moment the heavy church doors slammed shut behind them, the priest’s knees gave out, and he collapsed onto the altar floor, completely unconscious. Meanwhile, across the city, the atmosphere was entirely different. Inside the fortified syndicate of the Blood Pact Mafia. The second largest crime syndicate in Italy. Athan, a hardened man in his early fifties, sat high on a leather chair that served as his throne. The air in his private chambers was thick with the pungent, sweet scent of a heavy blunt

"There is more. We identified the second person Vanessa hired. His name is Marcus Chen." "Chen?" I repeated. "Like David Chen?" "Brothers. Marcus is more dangerous than David. He has a record for assault, weapons charges, and he dropped off the grid three days ago. We have an APB out, but he is smart. He knows how to stay hidden." My hands were shaking. Miguel took them in his, his warmth steadying me. "What about the third person?" Alex asked. "Chen said there were at least two more people besides himself."

They were ready to unleash their vengeance upon the man who had provoked their leader's wrath. As they made their way to the charity event, Jared felt a rush of emotions coursing through him. The weight of responsibility, the desire for vengeance, and the thrill of the impending confrontation mingled within him, creating a potent concoction of determination. Upon reaching the venue, the Seven-Eyed Dragon Mafia clan dispersed, blending into the shadows and darkness of the night. Jared, Ian, and Scott slipped into the crowd, their identities masked by skillful disguises. The tension in the air was palpable, but they maintained their composure, like predators patiently stalking their prey.

Selene POV One of the mafias of the skull groups was to be our judge and as the rules were created, I'm going to Caspian with my head. «Caspian? I want you to promise me in this camp, I will be my run, and I appreciate your concern, but you have to promise it you don't want to vertonge. I am sure your mother means the best, and it is also a larger sheet way to show the mafia that are not too weak to stay. "Their rage approaches on the subject, the eyes they seek in the stomach before I met my eyes.

“I’m cursed, Benedict. Don’t you get it. Aisling was supposed to be a white wolf. But because of our mother, she isn’t. I did everything, everything I could to be worthy of having a white wolf, but it wasn’t enough. I wasn’t enough. Do you really want to have children with me? Daughters who are cursed just like me?” White hot desire flows through me as images of children that look like a cross between Sloane and I race through my mind. Marrok pushes forward. I grab hold of him. ‘You can’t fucking mark her, Marrok. She’s underage and she’s not willing!’ ‘Mine,’ he growls. ‘Fine. Call her yours. Call her ours. I’m fine with that. But you know you can’t mark her.’ ‘Yes, I can. It just won’t las

Screams echoed all around him, warriors falling and their bodies torn apart by the merciless claws. His father, Marcus Reed, stood at the center of the chaos. He stood tall and unwavering despite his injuries. His presence was both a beacon of hope and a warning—a storm in the battlefield. Marcus's silver fur was matted with blood, his breathing was heavy but the stance was solid. His stormy gray eyes, the same ones Ryker had inherited, burned with determination. Before him, stood a masked figure. It was The Tyrant. His massive form cloaked in darkness and his eyes gleamed through the slits of the mask like a predator toying with its prey.

Fear flashed across their faces, raw and undeniable. Then I connected the dots. Morgana was definitely their last hope. They probably thought she could still use her evil powers to twist things in their favor. Now, that hope had died quickly. I let out a slow breath, a flicker of satisfaction rising in me as I met their eyes. This time, they didn’t look untouchable. They looked…afraid. “Morgana,” the chief elder said. “Dark magic is forbidden. Yet you have practiced it, using it to deceive and harm others. For your crimes, you are hereby sentenced to execution.”

Or that the wishing ribbons wouldn't work if he brought them away from the chapel grounds? I sat in the hospital bed anxiously while Hal played some mobile games next to me. While gaming, he said, "I was just wondering who it could be, daring to challenge me again. Turns out, it's Finnegan Churchill, the faker." Faker? Hal could tell that I was surprised without even having to look at me. "Don't you know? Apparently, he used to be the least favored son in his family and even turned blind afterward. "It was one of my dad's students who begged him to come out of retirement and save his eyesight through surgery. And guess what happened in the end? After he took over the Churchill family, he aba