Novel & Cerita Moka Rosario

"We've found her, Don La Rosa. The records show that Madre La Rosa is in Porrie. She's been there for two days now." Carlo shot to his feet, stumbling as he rushed out.

“Wait. Is Rose blonde, tall and slender? Has fair skin and hazel eyes?” “It’s amber, not hazel,” I corrected. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Are you out of your mind? She’s part of Cosa Nostra, or did you forget? Rosaline Guerra is off-limits to you, brother. Always has been. Don’t tell me you took that as a challenge.” “She was never a fucking challenge,” I roared back. “She’s part of Cosa Nostra?” Ma breathed, utterly shocked. “I thought she was an outsider.”

—I shuddered— “I don’t envy Dario for marrying into that family. Rocco says the cartel will double-cross us. He doesn’t trust them.” Rosa, one of Mother’s maids, appeared, carrying a tray with two mimosas. “Mrs. Moretti.” She handed one to me. “Mrs. Pesci.” She handed one to Giorgia. We waited until the maid walked away before bringing our glasses together with a giggle. “To the alliance,” my cousin said. After a sip, I shook my head. “Rocco would be furious to know I was even pretending to support it.” My cousin looked at the glass in my hand. “How would he feel about your third mimosa before noon?”

Kazal stared far into the distance to see rows of semi-detached houses across the road, some contraption that could move like horse carriages were parked on the side of the road, and people are wearing clothes unfamiliar to his eyes. Suddenly he caught a glimpse of a couple walking down the street. A big smile were plastered on their faces as they paced together, with a cup of a dark coloured liquid, presumably coffee, in their hands. What attracted Kazal wasn’t due to their smiles, or the topic of their chatters, his eyes were glued to the hem of their checker long coat that that flowed freely against the blowing wind. One of them is wearing a darker brown colour than the other, yet those o

Peering through the crack, I saw Aleksei seated at a sleek conference table, surrounded by men who exuded the same dangerous aura he did. "The expansion into South America is going as planned," one of the men was saying, his voice thick with an accent I couldn't place. He was speaking Russian, I understood a bit of it, "But there's resistance. The Morales Family isn't willing to share their territory." "They'll share it when they have no choice," Aleksei said coolly. "Send a message, make It loud and clear." There were murmurs of agreement, but another man leaned forward, his expression grim. "And what about the rumours? Some of our own men are saying there's dissent within the ranks. If the

It would be embarrassing for her if she trips and everyone notices. Rojean nodded her head, swallowing the lump in her throat as she tried her best not to look scared even if she was petrified on the inside. ‘This is the underground industry I’ve heard of.’ she thought to herself whilst she fixed the mask on her face. ‘Black market? Drugs? Sei’s involved with the people here?’ “You’re doing good.” said Krister who was trying to make her less nervous. “Back straight.” ‘Is it really fine that I don't talk?’ Rojean asked herself with a frown on her face as she straightened her back. She was never this posh looking in her entire life and you really couldn’t blame her for attempting and wanting t