Model Rambut Mafia Novels & Stories

“Alessia.” Ivan shrugged. “We already know your name. I’ve heard so much about you, against my will.” Dante’s voice cut in, low and firm. “Ivan.” Ivan raised both hands in mock surrender. “I don’t want to offend the mafia don. He might chop off my fingers or do some other mafia thing to me.” I laughed, harder than I meant to. The sound surprised me. It felt foreign after days of nausea and quiet anxiety. Maxim waved a hand. “Don’t mind him. He never stops teasing Dante for choosing his grandfather’s path and becoming a mafia boss instead of… I don’t know, being a doctor or something civilized.”

"Bianca Whitmore. The singular cub your ledger priced at five million credits." With a slow, dramatic sigh, the mafia boss reaches over to rip the thick burlap sack off my head, holding my shaking torso tightly against his chest armor. Overwhelmed by the sheer wave of primitive fear, my joints stay completely frozen like ice. Hot tears have entirely ruined my face, and my hair is a total, messy disaster.

My dad does supply them with drugs and guns but lately, they have been misbehaving. Taking stuff and failing to pay on time pisses my dad off, so he needs to have a little chat with the leader. We both know what the 'little' chat means. Being a mafia princess is nothing like walking in the park and spending daddy's money. I Am trained to be a leader and how to handle business and go on every mission alongside my father. I specialise in knives and guns and am very good at it, perks of training for a long time. So in case,e my dad is not around, business goes on just fine.

I tried to step back when that psycho pulled out his gun, but his men held me back in their cage of hold. "Firstly, you will watch your offspring dying in front of your eyes." On the other hand, I'm confused as hell because I didn't know that he used to work under Mr. Romano, a mafia! Now the puzzles in my mind have started to make sense. That was the reason why he had become suddenly rich in the last few years. No wonder he got the money and frame after working for a mafia.

The woman gave her an edgy vibe yesterday night, and she could really see why she could fit in as Drey’s ex. However, she had never heard any rumors whatsoever regarding Drey having an ex, a popular one at that. And from what she saw, it seemed like she was either involved in the Mafia or belonged to a very powerful organization in the country. Curiousity was eating her up, and she wanted answers.

I muttered under my breath, scoffing bitterly. My eyes darted around the room until they landed on him—a man who looked every bit as dangerous as the Don but carried a smoother edge. His hair was dark, swept back neatly, and his sharp jawline could cut glass. His icy blue eyes gleamed under the dim lighting, and the smirk that tugged at his lips screamed trouble. He wasn’t as ruthless-looking as the Don, but there was an undeniable charm to him. Without thinking, I stormed toward him, grabbing his collar and slamming my lips against his. The room fell silent for a heartbeat before a collective gasp echoed, quickly followed by cheers and whistles.

"Mama! Mama!Wake up!" Amber frowned as she felt the tap on her cheeks. When she opened her eyes, a three -year -old boy appeared before her. He has a Comb over fade haircut. The child's black hair is thin. His skin is smooth and white. At first glance, one can immediately predict which clan it belongs because of the brown color of his eyes. Amber told herself, Indigo is indeed a sharp shooter. In just one night, he was able to make a Villacorda heir.

She was an asset to be guarded, not a child to be free. But things were different for her brothers, Roberto and Marcello. Papa involved them in everything. They attended famiglia meetings—a term that hardly did justice to the power plays that defined the Monaro clan. The Monaro famiglia comprised thirteen other famiglias, all under its control, each managing different businesses. Papa, once the most trusted man of the former Capo, had risen to become one of the heads of these famiglias. Roberto, the eldest son, was already being groomed to take over those responsibilities. "Ugh. It sucks being a girl," Alessia thought bitterly.

“He’s in his mid thirties, he has olive skin, dark stubble along his strong jaw, and a thin pale scar cutting through his left eyebrow that looked years old. He wore a dark jacket over a plain black shirt. He’s around six feet tall in height, he’s got a solid build. One more thing, the knife he used during the attack carried an insignia near the hilt and that detail is much more important than the attacker himself.” Renzo’s brows drew together as he leaned forward. “An insignia,” he whispered. “You saw it clearly enough to remember the design?” “I remember everything I see, Don Renzo,” I replied, looking him in the eyes. “The design is a black crow pierced through the chest by a silver stile

Looks: 5’7, White, brown round eyes, wrinkles, brown short hair always on a ponytail, slim. Family: Raphael Lockwood (boss, like a son) / Robert Smith (husband) / Isbella (Tammy) Smith (daughter) Friends: N/A Romeo Karkov (62) Job: Leader of the Russian mafia Raphael’s biggest enemy Personality: despicable, unfaithful, rude, dangerous, womaniser, disrespectful Looks: 5’7, White greasy hair, Fat, wrinkles, with uneven teeth. Scar on the right side of his face, green eyes.