Novel & Cerita Mafioso And Chance Forsaken

But looking into his eyes, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. “Fine,” Lorenzo whispered. “But if we get caught…” “We won’t,” Mateo said firmly. “Not tonight.” At the abandoned warehouse by the docks, Franco strutted inside, unaware of the net closing around him. He thought he was meeting smugglers, allies to help him rise above Alessandro. Instead, shadows moved along the rafters, De Luca men silently surrounding the space. Franco’s grin faltered as Alessandro stepped into the light. “Waiting for someone?”

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."

Tears of remorse streamed down his cheeks when Damian slipped a one-of-a-kind moonstone ring, crafted from the Heart of Northwind, onto my finger. At the end of the ceremony, Justin attempted to approach me, only to be stopped by Damian’s security detail. Justin screamed my name, his voice tainted with despair. I met his gaze calmly across the crowd. His life no longer mattered to me at all. I took Damian’s arm and walked away. There was nothing left between us. As for Marissa, she didn’t get away with it. Utilizing the North’s intelligence network, Damian quickly pinpointed her in a remote town abroad.

Pain shot through my arm as the metal cuffs dug deeper into my already raw skin. "This is a message," he finally said, "for your boyfriend." "Cassian," I whispered, understanding dawning with horrifying clarity. The man's lips twisted into a cruel smile beneath his mask. "Smart girl." He released my wrist abruptly, and I bit back a whimper as blood rushed painfully back to my fingers. "You should have chosen more carefully who to spread your legs for," he spat, disgust evident in his tone. "Cassian Romano is poison. Everything he touches eventually dies."

By doing this, I have taken away his plan B and C respectively. Secondly, I am currently searching for Adore Ridges. He is connected to Massimo. According to some Intel, he might also be his bastard. We have been trailing and trying to kill him for years. The last contact we had with him, Salvatore had managed to injure him in an assassination attempt in Africa. But somehow, he still escaped with his life. Since then, he has refused to appear in public. Words on the street is that he is crippled and confirmed to the wheelchair. But I didn't believe this. Amore's situation wasn't relevant until I decided to deal with Salvatore. For my Rednote plans to work out, I might need his corporation to

It's not that he doesn't want his tito to be here but the three of them will never stop bugging him if he will not come to the party. "Jiro, My savior!" Casper immediately went to his brother to hug him. "Help me convince our cousin, please?" Casper Jace Lazarillo and Jiro Gavin Lazarillo are brothers and the sons of the most famous mafia in the whole country, Miguel Lazarillo. Casper was the eldest son and Jiro is the second. But if people compare them both, Jiro is more mature than Casper. Jiro is a chess player, His strength is his mindset and strategic plans. While Casper is a masculine guy, he is more on physical activities. That's why Caspian needs both of them in his city.

“Long enough for him to trade. Territory. Money. His pride. Whatever it takes to get him alone. And when he comes for her… we end him. We end the Macini name. We end Vito’s last echo.” Lucas exhaled shakily. “You’re fucking vicious,” he muttered. His free hand slid to my throat—not choking, just holding. Possessive. I smiled against his lips. “You made me this way.” He kissed me then—hard, desperate, tasting of blood, painkillers, and fury. I kissed him back just as fiercely. He tried to stand but winced, hissing as his injured leg buckled.

🌹 A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR 🌹 This is Book Two in the ‘Entangled’ series, and it continues the story after the events of Book One titled—Bound to the Mafia Lord. While you can read this book on its own, I strongly recommend reading Book One first for a clearer understanding of the characters, relationships, history, and events that have already taken place. There are several names and references throughout this book that were introduced in the previous story. But if you’ve decided to start here… welcome anyway. 🤭❤️

he asked “The one by the mall, the one in the north where that parking lot is facing…” “That is my best spot, Andres… you cannot do this” Manuel whined “And the east side that is free from the cops. You should be grateful that I am allowing you keep your life, you will bounce back and make sure I never have to take up arms against your family, is that understood?” “You have a deal” Manuel said, sighing. The once strong mafia lord, felled by his own children; thankfully I never did love kids so I wasn’t going to worry about having any with Catherina because I wanted none.

MANUEL'S POV I looked at my wrist watch again and again, excited about the suprise I had planned out for Francesca today. If only Alexander knew that the suprise I had finally settled on, was a certain statement he had made as a joke. Yeah right! I was going to wed my fiancee today. Or rather, tomorrow. The flight from Italy to Moscow was roughly a 7 hours flight, which means my men and Francesca would get here by dawn. I know anyone who hears this might be wondering and asking themselves why anyone would do something so spontaneous. Well, since Francesca's father wasn't ready to let go of his daughter, I had to do it the hard way. Moreover, I was very sure Francesca wouldn't turn down the r