Marcello Mobster 소설 & 이야기

I froze for about two seconds. He looked rough. He was wearing his usual coat — the good fabric, the expensive cut — but it was crushed beyond recognition, as if he'd come straight off the plane without taking the time to change. Stubble across his jaw. Not the neat kind. Several days of not taking care of himself. His eyes were rimmed red, and dark circles were prominent beneath them. The Don of the Maro family, the most untouchable man in the Chicago mob, standing outside a law firm in Boston. He looked like any other man who'd just lost everything.

Marcelo stays with me. “Good job man.” Marcelo says. “What do you want? Why are you helping me?” “Dude, relax. I just saw you stressing out so I told you to breathe.” “Why tho. You could’ve just made fun of me.” “ You know not everyone at the school is an asshole.” “Thanks, I guess.” I still don’t trust him. He must want something from me. Most likely money even though I have none. There’s no time to think about this. I have to take care of this.

Jacopo said, and Marcello couldn't help but scoff. "I'm not easy to kill." Marcello drew. "I could order my men to storm into this place right now and kill you." "And you think I don't know that?" Marcello said, chuckling. "You wouldn't want to take the risk of going against the Mexican Cartels, Yakuza and Sicilian, would you? Because actually that is what you would be doing if your men dare lay a finger on me," He paused, gaze darkening. "That is if their heads are not separated from their body before they get to lay a finger on me."

For my own safety, he said. The Falcos had murderous mafia families for business rivals, after all. Even the Internet confirmed it, leaving me quite caught up on the latest buzz about modern day business tycoons—the Tomassini clan, the Bôzìcs, and other international syndicates operating in Europe and nearby continents...which could only mean one thing: The Falcos had long been involved with the mob? Hence Miles saying he didn't want me to keep seeing or talking to Lorenzio? So, the Tomassinis were also a mafia family?

I already knew they were working with Sonia to leave NYC. "I'll order that right away. I just thought you should know, that we ran his biometrics data and found something very interesting. He is a citizen of Italy and goes by the registered name Mario Karts. Karts is an Italian mob group, a former branch of the Di Marco syndicate. This Mario guy seems to be the head of the group " Karts? Mario Karts...Leonardo Karts. What's the relationship between the two? One wanted to take my woman from me and the other claimed to have killed her. Fvcking clowns!

Mr Valentino whom they were here to meet sat on a sofa with a glass of expensive wine in his hands, he got up his seat when he sighted them, welcoming them with an handshake. He was in his fourties with brown hairs slicked to the back. He had a grey suit on. One man who'd looked like his excort stood behind him clad in black from head to toe. "Benvenuti, signori. Andiamo al sodo." Marcellus spoke when they all sat down. "Signor Marcel, non ci vediamo da molto tempo. Sono arrivato dopo aver ricevuto la tua proposta dalla signorina Shannon." He replied politely.

Not a word came out of my mouth. He knew. He got to know everything. I gulped. My fists clenched on my dress at the sides. "Leonardo McCommer. One of the dangerous mafia leaders of America. The man who has been running so many illegal activities throughout the continent for decades, the man police have been looking for years," he said, still not moving from his seat. "And nowadays his elder son is helping him run the gang, preparing to be the next mob boss of the organization. And do you know what his name is, love?"

Stupid cocksucker. "This just in," the newscaster announced, and he looked so thrilled that I wondered if he also knew the guy personally. It seemed possible. A sonofabitch like that was bound to make enemies from all walks of life. "Boss of the Frankie Brothers crime family, Charlie Mochiatto has been arrested today on charges of first degree murder, attempted murder, racketeering, and making terroristic threats. He is also suspected to be involved in multiple other crimes spanning decades. Who knows how many of these charges will stick, but I think we can safely say one thing for certain: he will be going away for a long, long time."

“Sir, everything has been cleaned up. “Well done, you're on time, Alex. ’ He looks confused. “As of today, you will be Tom's new security guard. You will stay at the mansion, when we have something to resolve, you will stay with him. '' Yes sir. But, what about the city? ''Hector will be the new head of the watch team. Security will step up, ask him to call Cristian and tell him I'm asking for henchmen. Cristian is the mob boss of Italy, since Damon and I helped him with something, he owes us. So asking for henchmen for him won't be that difficult. '' Yes, my Sir. ''Warn Heitor about these new changes, I want to be warned if something happens, it might even be nonsense. But I want to be warn

"Oh.......you mean the two men who started the first mafia in Italy?" "Si. Arthur Gionovese and Triton Arivonese. They were best friends and through the ages our families were close...well up until Cardinal's day." "Who's running the Gionovese Joint now?" "I believe one of the men who worked in my mafia up until the point where he kidnapped her." I thought "His name is Damanico Gionovese. His mafia was in trouble when he entered our mafia when we started and we bailed him out. He kept his mafia hidden as he thinks I don't know that he's a boss and I know he's been using his mafia. His location and home is completely unknown."