Model Rambut Mafia Novels & Stories

She possessed striking beauty, with blond hair and dark brown eyes like her father, often seen in elegant dresses and expensive jewelry. [Moretti Family] Henry Moretti, the head of the Moretti family, was a towering figure with a shaved head and a thick, graying beard. He favored dark tweed suits and was rarely seen without his gold chain necklace. Marco "The Shadow," Henry's right-hand man, was a master of disguise and deception. Marco often changed his appearance, making it difficult to identify him. Mia Moretti, Henry's daughter, was a woman of intelligence and ambition. She bore a striking resemblance to her father, with short black hair, amber eyes, and a penchant for tweed suits.

We hereby fully reject you as our Alpha. I growled low and aggressively, instantly ripping the paper completely in half, my blood quickly boiling with intense fury. How dare they think they could casually try to take away my rightful title? Moses roared loudly in my head, his mental claws scraping violently, desperately demanding blood for the insult. I grabbed the heavy desk lamp and violently threw it, the crash loud and shocking as it completely shattered against the nearby wall.

"Who is he." "Twenty six years old," Rem said from the doorway. "He runs the Caruso family's northeastern operations. He is considered the likely successor to Don Enzo." "Has he ever tried to contact me before," I said. "Not through any channel we have a record of," Rem said. "But given that someone was photographing you without your knowledge the absence of a formal contact does not mean much." "No," I said. "It does not." Ivan put his hand flat on the table. "The contract is not enforceable in any legal sense," he said. "It is internal mafia tradition. It has weight within that world but it has no mechanism outside of it."

"When did you begin to run this mafia?," I asked him. "Like how old were you?" "I think I was 16," he began. "Fuck knows, so much shit has happened since. I lost track of fucking time." "16's pretty young. At 16, I was trying to figure out how to straighten my hair without it getting frizzy from the top and you were looking after a whole fucking mafia." He shrugged his shoulders. "Dad’s a deadbeat.

Ohhh boy, he isn't going to let this topic go easily. I groan at constantly being treated like a baby. "You know aiden and roseline are our very close friends. We kinda brought up together. So both Aaron and rosaline is like you and Janice to us. For once I would have considered approving Aaron for you but not after all the heroic sh*t. I am going to tell you something ella and I want you to listen to me with open mind." I don't know why but anxiety starts to arising inside me. "Aaron runs a mafia clan. He's the king of America mafia. The ultimate leader." By each passing word my mind seals automatically. My breathe hitched, brain got jammed and body refuse to move. How many more shocks are

~Robert’s Point of View~ I stared down at the pale beauty in my arms, she was so young, so completely off limits. But fuck did I want her, and so did my wolf, Kade. I’d always thought she was beautiful, but she’s been a pup this whole time, I couldn’t look at her as a proper she-wolf. She had also been the daughter of the most feared mob boss in the states. But moreover, she was my best friend’s little sister. Aleksey was now fully the boss, but he was so much more than that to me.

Lucas Blackwood: Standing at 6"5 feet with short dark wavy hair, his build possessing athletic chiseled features and deep dark eyes, he exudes a commanding presence that demands attention. As the heir to a powerful empire, Lucas has been groomed to uphold the family's legacy and adhere to their expectations. He normally dresses in a tailored Dark suit expressing his apparent dominant nature. He's inseperable with a good cup of coffee as he is with charm and sweet talking.

Anson had told me that was the way he liked his women, and I obeyed without question, in an effort to please him. "I think the last time was like ten years ago," I finally admitted. "So James, can you fix it or not?" Pilar moved around, impatiently. James nodded his head as he made an imaginary cutting motion with his hands just under my shoulders. "Everything below this is dead. It's gotta go." I swallowed hard, accepting his words. Cutting off more than half of my hair felt terrifying. "And," James wasn't finished talking. "I think we should go honey blonde. It'll make your features pop out."

"I'm not a girl who can accept being given things by a guy who has nothing to do with me." Being under Angga's care, it seemed like Maureen felt like gaining weight especially with the man's attention. Even without being asked, Angga is willing to hug her every time she feels scared of facing the dreams that come. It was nothing more than a hug, even though Maureen knew Angga was struggling to restrain himself. Maureen tied up her long hair that had not received any care in the past few days other than the usual shampooing every time she took a shower. Some of the strands were probably broken because she was not used to wearing a helmet. Maybe cutting her hair will be her choice one day.

I patted his back "I will be there with you to witness that moment, but first we have to increase the security of our house" In the mafia, family is the biggest strength as well as weakness of any mafia man. If the family members are capable of defending themselves then they are strengths but if not then they are the biggest weakness because it makes them easy targets. And in our house, only Marco can defend himself. "If this time he attacks my family then I'll take him apart bone by bone " Dante roared, holding a dark look in his eyes. "I don't think he is alone because last time we had left him on the brink of death, so it's impossible to attack back this fast without any support," I said