Novel & Cerita Nashatra X Mafioso

Nessa gently nudged Josie aside and picked me up in her arms. "I got you girl. No one will mess with you while I'm around. If you ever feel scared, you just point to the person who's bothering you and momma will take care of it." She kissed my cheek. Rafael and Cass come back breathing heavy. "I saw how you broke that guy's neck. Impressive." Cass complimented Nessa. "I used to be a street fighter. I've taken on dudes three times my size and weight class. Those little punk bitches were just a warm up." She laughs.

As his screaming emptied into the night sky, the howling of the hound dogs merged and dispersed into the spectacle. The silhouette with the shotgun was Maximus Hassien, brother of the notorious mafia lord Don Isagise Hassien. Their blood bond was poisonous. Maximus was the more rational of the two. He was always cleaning up his brother’s mess. Like this one. The eight nameless men were sent by the unknown Mr. Chaplain, who had bad blood with the myth of El Moruno, the mafia boss.

“I’m liking you already. If everything goes well, maybe you’ll get a five star rating and a very big tip to go with it.” “Madame, the rating is already worth more than the tip. I really appreciate it.” He thanked and continued, “the pointer on the map says you’re headed to the Blue Moon city?” “Yes, monsieur,” Anna replied absentmindedly, her gaze fixated on Keira as she approached from the stairs. The two boys, identical in every way, wore tailored navy blue suits with crisp white shirts and matching navy ties. Their hair was slicked back, revealing bright curious eyes that shone like gemstones. They carried themselves with confidence, their small shoulders squared and their chins held high

I inquire, attempting to maintain my composure despite the rage brewing within. “Well, well, well… New Bratva, welcome to Chicago!” The man relinquishes his hold on Tatyana with a disrespectful smack on her rear. Tatyana’s expression nearly morphs into a smile as she gracefully saunters across the room to stand beside me and Misha. “Allow me to introduce myself,” he sneers. “I am Mario Alfonso, a sotto capo of the Chicago Outfit.” “So, you are the new Boss? Nikolai Fedorov?” he queries, his tone dripping with derision.

He glanced around the gym before his eyes flickered over to Calix. "What are they doing here so much?" I asked Calix. He shook his head. "I have no idea, but I know it's not good. Mafia hanging around is never a good thing." I frowned. "They're not that bad." Calix looked me up and down. "You say that because you're dating one of them. I hate to burst your bubble but they're all bastards, Six. Maybe yours is nice to you right now, but they don't have feelings like normal humans, man. They'll kill you as soon as look at you. Watch your back. Always."

She looks like a dark queen. Cade’s sharp, dark eyes move with rapid, calculated precision across the ballroom floor, cutting through the elite crowd until they land directly on me. I don't look away. Instead, I pointedly shift my gaze across the room toward where Anthony Scarfo is standing at the bar. Cade’s eyes follow my line of sight. The moment his gaze locks onto the Scarfo don, his handsome face transforms, going completely hard as stone. The luxury charity party has vanished. The room has officially transformed into a deadly mafia standoff, and I am sitting right in the center of the crosshairs.

Ariana gritted her teeth in anger. Alexander let out a chuckle, he loved it when women acted so tough, “Oh really? So you will prefer to die than have me in your bed”. Alexander asked. “Yes,”, she said immediately without any hesitation. She would not back down and let this man win. “Trust me sweetheart, you don’t want us to start with that, I know your kind so let’s go to bed sweetheart”. He said casually as he pulled of his shirt, the right side of his arm and back were tattooed, and it had some writings that Ariana could not understand and there was also a drawing of a tiger, It looked beautiful though.

The blood spilled on my white dress and I guess that's the actual nature of being the daughter of a mafia and wife of the godfather instead of believing tears to leak from my eyes a smile embraced my lips. His body falls on the floor leaving the floor flooded with blood. Maximo and his crew stride inside they all watched me with a glorious face, their weapons dropped and they knelt on the floor showing a sign of respect, placing their hand near the heart they bowed their head and when they lifted their head they all gazed at me and said. "Welcome to his mafia world."

Nevena's gaze fell upon the waterfall, its beauty a harsh reminder of the life she longed to live. Consumed by the weight of her diagnosis, Aleksandar's break-up, and her family's abuse, she plunged into the deep water. Meanwhile that same night, In the Private Suite of Celestial Height Hotel Mexico, Room 665 was dimly lit up and loud moans were emanating from there. 'Fuck!, fuck !!,' Antonio "El Diablo" Hunt 'Blade Knuckles' the underboss of Medina crime family cursed. He could feel cum building up in his balls, as he plunged deeper into the Caribbean whore on his bed.

Celestina stalked towards me closer and whispered with glee into my ears. " Yes...that's right...That tongue belonged to Nico's first son.I just wonder what Nico has to say to that" My breath seized as Milo inserted. " You don't know Nero De Santoro.He isn't called the Mafia God for nothing.If he couldn't get to Nico,he figured he have to do it through Robert,his twenty year old first son." I was suddenly cold all over and I was shaking.God knows what Nico would do now as retaliation..My children..