روايات وقصص ضمن My Mafia Fiances Alpha Father

DAMON. The leather booth in the back of the Lounge was dimly lit. Damon leaned back against the cushion, a glass of bourbon untouched in front of him. The burns on his wrists from the prison cuffs had faded to ugly, peeling scabs. His phone sat face-down on the table. He had tried his father’s direct line three times since he was released. Both calls had gone straight to his dad’s beta, who gave him the same flat answer: The Alpha is not willing to speak to you, Damon. Do not call this line again until you have something useful to report.

I noted without emotion that my Father deserved whatever these men gave him, and if he thought I would help him, he was wrong! "So the drink is why Alpha Leigh was injured so fatally," Adam asked, running a hand through his long, thick hair. "You think Mike is responsible for Alpha's death?" My Father barked out a laugh, shaking his head through soft, snotty pants. "You need to look closer to home for those answers, sweetheart!" My Father mocked me from the corner he was now nestled in. Clenching my fists at my side, I looked back at those concerned faces in front of me.

“Ooh, come on…. you do not want to play that card with me right now, I promise you that. If my uncle should have taught you something. It’s that in your Mafia life, you began with me. Just like I did with him. “I recruited you. I own you. Wherever you go, you will always be under me. Unless I choose to let you go. You are on my back and call, and you do not walk away from me to the last day of your life. “Don’t push me to put up your name as my new mark. Even Don Mauro won’t be able to save you if I do. Don Mauro has nothing on me with my influence outside the Solana empire. “We are not over. We have just begun being in each other’s lives. After what you did. I assure you, Erede, I will neve

"Look Ralph, Bella or not, you know we have to do this fast. We have no time, we need to crush them before they suspect anything" "I know, and I've been working towards it. There's no way I'm going to let my father's killer go away scot-free. Every single one of them has to pay for what they did to my father and mot until I see the end of them, I'm not going to back off" I hissed and said that through gritted teeth. "Then what's keeping you so long for taking out your action on them? Look, you're Ralphael, the most dangerous Mafia in the whole world. Use your power and ruin those families before they find out about your secret and ruin you instead"

My movements catch his attention and the others’. I say, “Perfect. I want those pieces of information now. In return, I’ll give you a less severe punishment than what you truly deserve.” The Beta’s eyes twitch, making me smirk cockily at him. “What? Just because you’re gonna help us find this mafia gang, it doesn’t mean that you’ll be off the hook,” I add. The Beta unintentionally disrespects my authority as his Alpha. Sure, father is still the Main Alpha and his loyalty is to him. So it’s not a surprise that he looks at father for his reaction or his opinion about what I declared is gonna happen.

Teil says, and it is obvious that he is doing his best not to cringe. Hayden stiffened as well, and he could tell that Thomas had also stiffened. "Where did he first see her?" Hayden asks finally, through gritted teeth, voice cutting through the awkward silence as sharp as a blade. Teil looks up at him, before replying, voice surprisingly steady. "At the first restaurant she worked at. He offered her alcoholic father some money in exchange for her, and..." Teil trails off, eyes darting away from Hayden's. "And?" Thomas asks, his fists clenched so tight, they were white. Teil clears his throat before carrying on, "Her father, Oliver Kruiz accepted the money, and tried forcing her to marry him

"But I lost everything, thanks to Woods. He destroyed my world, my family. I had to rebuild everything back from ash, hoping to atone for my sins. If only I had listened to my father and stayed away from that man, by now they'd be here with me." Father understood what Diego meant. His eyes showed it. "Yes, I am a Mafia. I am dangerous as hell when messed with me. But if you get to know me better, you'll see that under all those scary layers hides a mere man who wants to be a part of a family I can call my own." My heart sank when I heard his wish. Even Dad couldn't stay emotionless for long after hearing that from my Alpha. He was affected by his words and looked sad.

he said, nearly a whisper. “Jarek,” I repeated, hesitant. “He knew I was from Moonveil. Like… he already knew me.” My father’s entire presence shifted. The warmth from earlier was gone. What stood before me now wasn’t just a father—it was a war general. And he looked terrified. “He wasn’t supposed to know you were coming. He shouldn’t know who you are.” “Who is he?” I asked, cold creeping across my skin. He clenched his jaw. “He’s a brutal mafia Alpha. The packs agreed long ago—we don’t deal with him or his kind.”

"For werewolves, a mate is something deeper than love. It's fate. Soul recognition. A pull that binds us on every level, emotional, physical, and spiritual. It's rare and very sacred." Tasha swallowed hard. "So why did you leave?" "Because I couldn't keep you safe back then," he said. "I'm not just an Alpha. I'm also the head of the American Werewolf Mafia. And at that time, I was in a brutal war with the Colombians. I needed allies. I made a deal with the Russian pack, their boss, Don Carlos, agreed to help if I married his daughter." "Penelope." He nodded. "So she's your fiancée?" Tasha asked, arms folding.

Today though, the air feels different—dense. My eyes catch sight of a stack of formal papers neatly arranged on my father’s mahogany desk. Official pack seal… That can’t be good. “Aella, come in,” Father’s voice reverberates from behind the desk, where he sits with his usual composed demeanor. He’s Alpha and Capo of Chicago; an Italian mafia sect that controls the city. “You wanted to see me, Father?” I say, moving close to his desk and trying not to show how I’m trying to make out the pack seal on the envelope.