Massimo Mancini Mga Nobela at Kwento

Alexander Mancini POV One Month Later Separately, the Franco and Mancini Mafias are capable of incredible things. They both rule with iron fists and awe-inspiring efficiency. Where the Mancini commands the respect of their peers, my brothers and I are tenaciously ambitious. Combined—we’re a force to be reckoned with.

"And as for Dominic Mancini, you have nothing to worry about, I have everything under control" "I hope. Rude of me not to congratulate you on your wedding" He let out a small laugh while I just smiled in response and took a sip of the champagne that now tasted like water. This deal and the tie with Veros should be more than enough to defeat Dominic Mancini, our business enemy who has the support of some Mafias, as per my sources. His empire is getting stronger day by day, and the way he has crushed so many business families and brought them to their knees compelled my father to tie the knot with Veros since they are the second most powerful and influential family in Italy, after ours.

Aiden : what has she ever done to you? Man : she attracted me in the way that no other has ever done to me with her bump. She is used by you, still I am willing to accept her. Aiden : you bastard…. He was going to punch him when that man points his gun to calista. Man : aww how can you not remember your friend?? Making a sad pout, he spoke. Aiden : WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?? FUCKER… Shouted Aiden. Man : remember your best friend from childhood. When you both started working for that mafia?

the man muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible but enough to make Massimo’s jaw tighten in anger Slowly, Massimo wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his gaze never left the man as he stood and walked toward him. The man’s eyes widened in panic, and he quickly averted his gaze, staring at the floor as if it could save him. Massimo stopped in front of him, his commanding presence shoulders towered over him. Every living thing in the room seemed to hold its breath. “Take your hands off your crotch,” Massimo commanded, his voice low and dangerous. The man’s hands trembled as they slowly moved away from his crotch, revealing the undeniable bulge that strained desperately again

(I will be coming to New York next week) I could practically here the smirk through the phone. Massimo wasn’t a stupid man. He wasn’t naïve like Emilio, or conniving. Massimo was a man who got shit done. He was a man of action, a man who didn’t mind getting his hands dirty for the right reasons.

But they forgot one thing— There was a man who could bend fate to his own will. Luciano Mancini.

The place was silent for a moment, before he nodded in agreement. "She is." "I'm a bit confused, Matteo. Why is your date working in your manor as a maid? Is there something I'm missing here?" “You're missing a lot, my friend." "What do you mean?" “She’s Gianni Mancini's daughter.” “What?” I whispered, my eyes widening. He looked me straight in the eye, a tiny glint in his. “You heard me.” "You're joking.... The same Gianni?" Gianni Mancini was a powerful businessman who partnered with Matteo's father, Mario Vassallo in a shipping company. Years ago, Gianni betrayed Mario when he diverted company funds and left the Vassallo family bankrupt.

By the time I walked into the office on Monday morning, I was a lot better. My assistant came in to let me know Marco Mancini was here and he walked right in. He walked with his shoulders back, in his mind, he had bought himself more time with Leonardo by blaming me, and now he thought he could just waltz in here and casually negotiate his way out of the fifty-one percent.

Alessandro stated as he looked at the final reports for his new hotel opening. “Oh come on boss! This is not just like any other day! NewYork most Mafia Lord is getting married! And you know after getting married you will be stuck with one woman only and can’t have taste of the beauty of world? Are you ready for this sacrifice?” Andrew teased him. “Who is going to stop me from having taste of other beauties? Did anything ever before stopped me?” Alessandro asked arrogantly and snickered as if Andrew had just cracked a very lame joke.

"Yeah?" "Since Vincenzo isn't picking up... do you have Scott Mancini's number?" Rino let out a short, dry laugh, "Alessia, Scott Mancini is the Underboss of the Cosa Nostra. Who doesn't have that asshole's number?" I gasped, nearly dropping my fork. "Rino! He is not an asshole!"