Novel & Cerita Mayor Of New Donk City

Connie will promote anyone with talent, no matter what their background is. In the past, the Damien Family used to make me feel suffocated. However, I am fond of the Damien's now because this is my first time experiencing the happiness and pride of being a part of the Damien Family! Besides, there's the Michel Family too. Dona is an oddball, but she is still openly involved in the administrative work in the Michel Family. Furthermore, she is known as the infamous Mr. Dona in Taadi City's underworld. She would shoot anyone who has the audacity to drop a comment on the spot.

‘Good luck with that. ‘Well we have to do something,’ Dorothy said as her jaws began working on the bon-bon. There was a lot of sucking and slurping as she battled with the sweet. ‘Mayor Codd,’ Edna said expectantly. ‘Very well,’ said Codd, though not without uncertainty. As he stood, he adjusted his suit jacket and pulled himself up to his full height, which in reality still wasn’t very tall, and marched over to a youth barring one of the exits. He was considerably bigger than Codd; broad and in his late teens. The youth’s face was grim-set and handsome, and the Mayor didn’t recognise him from the town.

One voice cut through the others like a blade. “…the shipment routes are compromised. If Enzo thinks he can run his own plays behind my back, he’s more stupid than I gave him credit for.” My stomach dropped. That voice. Deep, controlled, laced with quiet fury. I’d only heard it a handful of times—at family dinners Enzo dragged me to, always from across the room. Dante Moretti. Enzo’s father. The Don. I froze, glass halfway to my lips again. What the hell was he doing here? Enzo said this was our night. Private.

Like he'd own everything soon enough. "The artist finally shows up," he said. "Nice neck. Very fashionable." "Shut up, Nico." "Make me, little brother." "Both of you, enough." My father sat behind his massive desk, looking every bit the don he was. Dying or not, he commanded a room. "Sit down, Alessandro." I sat. Nico stayed standing, looming like the threat he was. "That disaster tonight changes things," my father said. "Marco called an hour ago. He apologized for his man's behavior, but the message was clear. The Morettis won't accept a standard alliance. Not after tonight."

Amara’s POV Abuja is breathing heavy tonight—humid air thick with diesel and grilled meat from the night markets, generators coughing in the distance like old men refusing to die. The target’s name is Victor Okoye—forty-eight, former banker turned shadow financier for half the Clean Slate’s operations in West Africa. Gideon’s money man in the capital. He handles the crypto wallets, the shell companies, the bribes that keep the machine oiled. If we cut him, we cut the blood supply.

“Are you the owner? These six gentlemen are very big investors. You should just sell this land, or it’s very easy for me to put you in jail. The mayor is here, too. What do you say, Mayor Coby?” “Yeah,” Mayor Coby nodded, but then his eyes finally drifted to the pool owner. He froze. Color drained from his face. His throat tightened. “D-D-D… Don Denver?” A silence fell heavy as wet cement. “Denver? Do you know him?” the brothers asked.

Now she was planning to marry another man. Let that bastard be called "Dad" by his children? Never. His hand shot into his pocket. He pulled out his phone and dialed. The line clicked and a voice answered smoothly "Hello, Don Silvio" "I want those photos of Dr. Saint released tonight" Silvio said through gritted teeth "Then make sure he commits suicide. No mistakes" A pause, then.. "Noted, Don" Silvio ended the call and tossed the phone onto the bed beside him. He stared ahead, eyes like stone.

Third person's POV Leandra is still rubbing her head. Rico smiles and hides the hair in his hand by putting his hand in his pocket. Leandra glares at him. She does not care who he is. He can he the godfather himself for all she cares. It is rude to walk into somebody and grab them by the hair. Seriously, cannot tell her that he couldn't crab her by her arm or something. Her head is hurting. Dante looks like he wants to laugh as Rico has a stupid smile on his face. Dante knows Rico. The poor guy is very clumsy which is why Don Romani lets Rico stay with Donna Romani. Don Romani has been the godfather in America for a long time. Everybody knows that they lost their daughter to somebody who kid

And even though that might earn her sympathy from Nicholas, Fatima was standing there, and Leslie would rather die than give her that satisfaction. “Mr. Mayor,” Fatima finally said. “Jones. Just Jones,” he corrected, stepping closer. “Now listen to me, young woman. I hear you’re a doctor. Lockwood, is it?” “Oakwood,” Fatima corrected. “That’s right. I’m a Mayor. I trust you understand my influence in this city.” “You’ll take my job?” Fatima asked, unsure where this was going. “Oh, that would be too easy,” he replied calmly. “I’d rather have everyone under your care die in one night. Imagine that headline.” His tone was casual, but the threat was not.

“I’m sorry for what happened. I’m sorry for putting your life in danger. I never meant for any of this to touch you.” My stomach twisted. “Oh my god, you do know her.” He nodded once, it was slow and miserable. “Who is she?” “Her name is Donna Sofia.” He spoke the name like it tasted bitter. “She’s married to one of the old bosses, Don Moretti. Back when Don Antonio adopted me, Don Moretti and Antonio were partners, they were thick as thieves.” He paused, rubbed his thumb across his knuckles like the motion could erase what came next.