Maid For The Mafia นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“You expect us to trust you after everything? You think we’re just going to follow you?” The figure’s gaze never wavered as they spoke, their voice chillingly calm. “Trust is earned, Camila. And what I’m offering you is more than just power. It’s a future. The kind of future you can’t get by playing the same old game.” Daniil took a step forward, his fists clenched. “And if we refuse?” The figure’s smile returned, but it was colder this time. “Then you’ll be left with nothing. The mafia world doesn’t belong to you. Not yet. Not until you play by the rules.”

Five guards step out of it, and fall into step behind me instantly. With my phone in a pocket, and a pistol in my hand; eyes filled with deathly fury as we approach. The moment I step in, the sight before me makes my heart stop. Not because its new, I've seen thousands of dead bodies, it was worse after an all out war between two ruthless mafia Lords. What made my heart stop is the implication. "This is a lot." I mutter, noting the extent of damage that had been done. The thought of innocents being murdered, and killed for something they didn't do or had no idea of; makes my heart ache.

she said and paused. "She asked me to break things off with Adela that I have already been promised to a man who has paid a thirty billion dollars dowry. I asked her to return the money, but she said that our father hadn't sent the money she requested for her pre-birthday party and so she has used half of the money to do that. I asked who the man was, and she told me it was Liam Corleone," she turned to face Dashiell and Adela, "He's also part of the Mafia community. She forbade me and made me swear an oath to never speak to Adela again, and I did. Until…well when Adela told me a few weeks ago that she was in LA and that she wanted us to meet. I told her I was getting married and that I didn

"Your father's men were working with you?" "Some." She smiled. "I knew to win against these two mafia teams was by having someone from my family in their team. So for the Italian Mafia, I had to send a spy in the name of a maid to the Lazza territory. She got too close to the Lazza wife and she used to put some pills in her drink so she could never bear a child." My eyes widened. "And you were okay with that?" She shrugged. "So, during that time, Lazza's wife opted to adopt a child. What the maid did not know was that it was not all about adoption, it was to send me a message by killing my son and taking my grandchild."

“Y-Yes, Madame. I will try my best to be a good servant. I will follow everything that you say.” “Really?” “Y-Yes.” Mr. and Mrs. Denmarks exchanged glances before Madame Hannah gazed at me again, “So, for sure you know about Mia’s upcoming wedding.” “Y-Yes, I know…” “Are you also aware that her fiancé is a mafia boss?” I nodded my head. “Yes, madame…” “What are your expectations about a mafia boss?” “U-Uh… Based on what Ella used to tell me, a mafia boss tends to do bad things. They also kill and hurt people…”

I said, choosing not to mention my GDF contact in case the line is compromised. He murmured his agreement, and I hung up. I buzzed Maria to come see me, and she entered in a few minutes. Maria is the widow of my father's former and late underboss. After the death of my psychotic father and his equally sadistic underboss, I had asked what she wanted to do, but she had chosen to come live in this secluded and faraway estate and family home. She had practically raised my younger sisters just as her own. I think her biggest regret is not being able to have her own child, and she had poured all that energy into raising my sisters into the beautiful women they are today after losing her womb due t

Lena's POV Mara came at noon precisely. I heard her before I saw her-a gentle rap at the door, unhurried, and then a small, compact woman in her mid-fifties with hair like a silver-streaked bird’s nest pulled back from her face and the sort of calm competence in her movements that signaled she had been doing whatever this was for a long time. She was carrying a tray: soup, bread, a tiny teapot. She placed it on the writing desk without fuss, straightened once, and looked at me.

Married to his daughter or not I'm still bringing them down and she just might be the key I need to do it. And make no mistake I don't give two fucks on how I gotta Do it as long as it gets done if I have to use an innocent girl to get to him then so be it although I highly doubt Shea innocent She's the mafia leaders daughter which means she either ugly or a straight up whore that's slept with half of new york city.

Once she shut the door, she dropped the pizza on the table and went to stand beside the door with a stoic expression. Mariana looked at her and smiled. "Hi, may I know your name?" "Giana." She said, crossing her arms. Mariana began to wonder if the Mafia society allows a woman to work with them. "How long have you been working for Marcello?" "Since he rescued me from the hands of my abusive husband." A bit of amusement rose in Mariana. Did Marcello actually do that? "He doesn't seem like someone who rescues someone." Not a hero.

"Is he dead? Is my father dead?" "No. He was taken and will be returned after you wed Fabian Belucci." "Who took my daddy?" My tears spilled. She wiped them with her thumbs. "Tell me! Let's go to the police! Why are we not going to the police?" "Mija, these people own the police. Your father was taken by the Mafia." Dio! Chris and Frank were right. I am a Mafia bride! "They came in the middle of the night... a dozen armed men. They beat up anyone who got in the way and took Giovanni. I don't know whether you understand this mija but you are a Mafia Bride. You can't run away from it. The only way out is if we all die. If that happens, we will be free but everything we own goes back to the Maf