Maria Von Messina Novels & Stories

the door cracked open as Damon came inside interrupting her thought. "Can you leave us alone Damon commanded the guards of which they obeyed" being the best and most trusted friend to the deadliest mafia king feels so good? He gets whatever he wants and also give orders, he is almost equal to Jeremy but Jeremy as the mafia king has more authority. "Hey, are you alright".? "Yes, she answered". "Don't worry I will get you out of here very soon" With that, he gave her a peck on her lips and he turns around to leave but was interrupted by her charming voice.

Lucian’s heart ached at the idea of leaving Arabella behind but she didn’t want to be with him anyway. Maria squeaked a little at the mention of New York. “What a small world Lucian Alexander. I am from New York too. And not married by the way. Never have been, never want to be. Actually, to be precise, I am from Manhattan. I am a silver spoon baby with a dowery you wouldn’t believe.” Maria grinned as she spoke. “My family puts men off when they meet them. They are the typical Italian family. None have passed their rigorous questioning.”

The moon goddess is strong with the tide and her bonds with wolves are eternal. I can hear Lady Luna's thoughts as she leads the Wolf People Clan and unicorns to war. Her thoughts are loud and tell me her story. She fell in love with a sea captain and when he wouldn't marry her, she became heart broken. His name was Duncan McGuire, he was an Irish smuggler. When a ghost came to kill Duncan, Lady Luna, whose mortal name was Mary Douglas, sought to protect him. Protect him she did. When this other ghost tried to kill Duncan she stepped in the line of fire and died so that his life could go on.

The older woman said. "Miss...Miss Mia?! You are calling Mia Miss? And you are a personal maid? I cannot believe this. I just can't believe this. What have you done to Marco, Mia? Why did you turn him into a man who is willing to listen to whatever rubbish that comes out of your mouth? Marco is not the Marco that I know and fell in love with. He is not the man that you have made him become. do you know that he has a lot of responsibilities and that they are a lot of people are depending on him? if you turn in into your personal errand boy who listens to everything that you say and who even gives you a maid just because you want it what is going to become of the entire mafia organisation and

I voice my uneasy feelings aloud to Diego, and he went quiet I’m assuming he was lining his sight with mine, to see what I was seeing. Fuck! I needed to know what they were saying. “Shit, he wouldn’t?” Diego blurted from beside me. I didn’t know what his blunt remark had meant but the almost shock like sound that edged his voice made me clench my jaw tight. “He wouldn’t what?” I ground out and he sighed heavily as I watched Maria place a single kiss to Vince’s cheek before making a swift exit from the hall. Fuck, Fuck and Fuck! I want to dig this fuckers grave; she was now kissing strangers? Giving her time of day to the likes of the Italian mafia? While I was out here trying to fight my way

Either he’s good at pretending friends or he doesn’t know what his minions are up to. The media has often made reference to a "capo di tutti capi" or "boss of bosses" that allegedly "commands all of Cosa Nostra". Calogero Vizzini, Salvatore Riina, and Bernardo Provenzano were especially influential bosses who have each been described by the media and law enforcement as being the "boss of bosses" of their times. While a powerful boss may exert great influence over his neighbors, the position does not formally exist, according to Mafia turncoats such as Buscetta. But to Vito and the rest "the emphasis of the media on the definition of a 'capo di tutti capi' is without any foundation" “Ugetsu M

Thalia responded, seamlessly transitioning from business to attend to her surroundings. "Detective Wallace is here," Marie informed, adding an unexpected twist to the routine. "Show him into my office. I will be there in a minute." "Okay, Mom," Marie walked back, leaving an air of anticipation in the room. "Detective Wallace? What do you have with that man?" George inquired, highlighting the intrigue surrounding Thalia's connection with law enforcement. "I'm his informant. We talk about Gabriella. Is that enough for you, George?" Thalia answered politely with no hesitation, subtly revealing her dual roles.

I clicked the safety and put the gun back down on the table. Messina was looking terribly pleased with herself, ignoring 'The Golden Mare' coming around her side of the table. The hair-yank St. Marie inflicted made me recoil in shock and I was some distance away Messina. Slap-backhand-slap-backhand. St. Marie released Messina's hair. Messina stumbled back, fearful and furious at the same time.

I folded my arms and waited for her to continue, and when she saw that I wasn't letting this go, she gave in with a quiet sigh. "Her name was Alessia Marino,” she said. “She came from a very powerful family which is tied to some old Sicilian bloodlines, if anyone still believes in that sort of thing. She was beautiful, elegant, and so hot I think she contributed significantly to global warming just by existing. She was the kind of woman you'd see on the cover of a fashion magazine, and she was smart too. And im not talking book smart. I’m talking street smarts, like she was the kind of woman who could walk into a room full of politicians and gangsters and have them eating out of her hand in

"If they thought there was another woman with a claim on me, it would hurt your position. I couldn't let that happen." "You could have told me," I whispered. "Could I?" His dark eyes looked into mine. "You've made it pretty clear you don't want anything real with me. I wasn't sure you'd care why I did it." But I do care. I care so much it scares me. Everything was different now. Because I was so focused, I even overlooked the impact Maria's false accusations would have on me. I wasn't marrying an ordinary man, but Vito, a feared New York Mafia boss. His wife was the godmother of the Mafia, which meant she had to convince everyone.