Maid For The Mafia นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Once his father is gone, he picks up an ashtray and smashes it on the floor. “Damn it!” He curses. Hector will never admit it but somewhere inside his heart, he knows that letting go of Scarlett was a foolish thing to do. She’s now taking him down with all her might and even if she doesn’t have a lot of power on her own, she knows how to wield Ryder’s influence. As the wife of the country’s most dangerous mafia, she’s nearly untouchable. Unless…there might be a way. … “Madam, you look absolutely beautiful!” Betty squeals. Scarlett is taken aback by her compliment but smiles as she zips the back of her dress. She glances at the mirror, admiring herself a little.

I debunked their accusations without even thinking twice. Wow! I am such a big fool for falling for Alina. I am the capo dei capi of the most dangerous and largest Italian-American mafia yet a single woman outsmarted me and managed to break down my walls of coldness. Alina broke it down and had me on my knees for her whilst at the same slowly making me fall inlove with her. I was such an idiot to fall for her tricks and schemes. She never loved me and she never will. She is her father's puppet, once a Fedorov is always a Fedorov.

Harshly, but royally he pulled out the chair for himself to sit as Danica gently pulled her, with her shaky hands. She was strictly ordered to sit beside him and act like his wife since they were married tor almost 9 months. The maids quickly served them the dinner as Zeke and Danica started eating. The maids stood aside shaking, everyone feared Zeke. Of course why shouldn't they? Zeke is a mafia boss. Being cruel, heartless, brutal and rough was what he was taught to. Everyone had to think multiple times before doing anything because they knew, one wrong step and they're gone.

Maria sighed, tracing her fingers through her hair in frustration. "Long story short, Mafia gang leader has a grudge against my father and he wants to kill me for his so-called revenge. I have been proven to be a threat to many of the lives around me so to keep them safe I somehow ended up here as a guy." Maria was non-stop going on while Michael was trying to process her every single word.

But no matter how hard I think of it, I couldn’t find a plausible explanation. “About that.” Chris says, clearing his throat. “The whole thing was orchestrated by the Russian mafia. We couldn’t get more details as to why but there were concrete evidences of their involvement with what happened.” “Everyone else died in that building. It was a miracle that girl was able to make it out of there alive.” Chris continues. “Knowing the Red mafia, they wouldn’t let a witness live either. But the girl could have seen something. They can’t just shoot her right then and there or the police will be suspicious, but despite her injuries she may be able to tell and they won’t risk just leaving her to die t

- I need your loyalty, because I can't do it alone, but I can't allow myself to be betrayed either. - Okay, start by telling me who Maria De La Cruz is, the beautiful Mexican who saved my life, and it wasn't by chance. - I won't tell you much, but I will tell you a little at a time. But let's make it mutual. Do you know who your daddy is? - Yes, a former hitman, and right hand of the most mafia doctor in Latin America. - Very well, you have accepted reality, congratulations, and me? do you know who I am?

I felt like a sheep being led into a slaughter m The roles of women in the mafias are very traditional. To obey and serve. To be complacent doormats. Fucks sake. If father thinks by uniting our mafia's through marriage would mean I giving up my mafia to fucking Ace, he's got another thing coming. Our mafia was well known for its reputation of being manipulative, ruthless and brutal. They were deadly, even I was impressed. I am no one's doormat, and if Ace fucking Hernandez expects me to submit and follow, I will gladly tear out his fucking heart and stuff it down his throat.

When she heard the maid's delicate voice, she turned her head and glared at her angrily, and slapped her across the face with a fierce slap, shouting, "Get lost! The maid's face instantly became a red mountain of five fingers, and she covered her face with grievance, her eyes moist with tears, and then withdrew from the living room, no one wanting to serve such a difficult mistress. The maid walked out of the living room in tears and collided with the man who came into the room, almost dropping the camera he was holding, but he was quick to catch it. The man looked at the maid, who was covering her face and crying, in surprise, and then looked back in dismay at the broken things all over the

Her mind was completely blank, as she was shocked, speechless, and completely clueless as to what she should do. Daciana Lorenzo was the daughter of the Leader of the second-strongest mafia gang, Alfred Lorenzo. After being rivals for a bit of a long time, Damon’s mafia gang and Alfred’s mafia gang decided to form an alliance. A strong one at that. To seal the bond, Alfred betrothed his daughter to Damon. Daciana was pretty enthusiastic about the marriage, given that Damon happened to be a rich and very handsome man.

Mia’s pov. My forkful of sticky rice got frozen mid air as soon as father’s next words echoed around the dining table. “One of you is getting married to Mr. Romero the Third of the Romero family, an underboss of the mafia in a few days.” His voice was void of any kind of emotions as usual, but the authority behind those words wasn’t absent. I glanced up at my identical twin, Maeve, who was sitting directly before me at the table, she had her knife frozen in the air while her mouth was parted in nothing but shock.