Novel & Cerita Nashatra X Mafioso

He squirts and I let go of his hand and turn to face Mia who stood frozen to the ground. "Who is the Mafioso now?" I question her and my words seem to hold humor as the fucker in the seat starts to chuckle. "You thought this guy was part of the costa nostra?" He continued to chuckle. "He will never be costa nostra. Me I am costa nostra." He smirks. "You..." Mia stared at him that crazy shit anger returning. Oh fuck.

[ STEFANO DE NIRO ] I couldn't take my eyes off from the eternal beauty standing by my side all the evening but it was a headache as all the prying male eyes were hungrily gawking at her and this naive girl had no idea of what storm she had caused. My main motive to plan a emergency visit to Madrid on the name of a business deal,is to sabotage Cassius and Victor's secret meeting.They have been planning a massive attack on me to put me down either by killing me or ruining my reputation in the mafia world.

“Do you think all this that happened is something that makes you feel so happy? A bunch of thugs who don't know themselves who have even done something that is completely inappropriate and this is something that I will never be able to imagine at any time. For some time now I have tried to stay okay but I can't hold myself back because you are a bunch of shameless mafia. Destroying the company in this way do you think that all that you have done will be free from criminal acts that have violated the law? Of course this will never be imaginable at any time and in any case this is the worst thing beyond everyone of course.” Nicolas was really upset and he couldn't hold back the emotions that w

To the ruthless Mob boss who had a psychotic glint in his eyes, it was a game indeed. "You're a psycho!" Natalia yelled and lunged at Leonardo for the second time in one day. But strap belts automatically sprung up from the chair she was on and trapped her in place. Natalia struggled and fought to break free. However, it was useless. Only the Mafia Don could order it to unlock itself. "You're sick, Leo! You're mentally unstable!" She screamed and kept struggling. Leonardo didn't spare her a look. "Don't play innocent, my love. Enjoy what you created." He snarled and focused back on the screen where the Kelions and soldiers were battling within the fort.

I just hoped I would never see that ANIMAL again, as long as I lived, I wanted the arrogance and sexism of that wretch far away from me. We sat down at the table, and I was blind with hatred, I drank the champagne that was served to me in a glass and then I was served more... I drank three or four glasses trying to relax and let go of what was happening. And that's when I saw him. Damn, I saw that wretch... he was sitting at the edge of the table, he looked at me and raised a glass mocking my face. My father then began his little speech “We are gathered today to celebrate an engagement, nobody knew about it, but the Lion and Sorelli union is already something agreed upon and settled between

I muttered into the fabric. Then the smell hit me—expensive sandalwood and the faint, lingering scent of gunpowder. Right. The Vitale hideout. My new $50,000-a-day gilded cage. I scrambled to the bathroom, checking my reflection. The chest binder was tight, but it held. I ruffled my short hair, practicing my "Allizander" scowl. "You’re a man, Alli. A very rich, very annoyed man," I whispered. I didn't feel like a victim. I felt like a woman who had finally found a way to make a mafia boss pay for her mother’s recovery.

“Rafeal let me ask you a question, who did your private investigator say that Clara is currently staying with??” “Arsenio Robert, and so???” “Arsenio Robert, the son of the same dangerous mafia man you worked with who almost killed you years ago??” she asked as she scoffed. “What exactly is your point Seraphina???” “My point is that your brain seems to have stopped functioning because if it was, then you would know that Arsenio could be as dangerous as his Father!!!!” “And why do you care if he is dangerous??? The last time I checked you didn't seem to give a fuck about me or my were being.” I said as I rolled my eyes.

She muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. He nodded, turning to the chef. “You heard her, didn’t you?” He asked and the maid nodded, heading back to the open kitchen. Chiara’s gaze flicked to the other man sitting across from Dante. He had black hair, light olive skin and a small black moustache under his nose. He was the only person she knew nothing about. The man, seeming to notice her curious stare, looked up and flashed her a slight grin. “I’m Nico, Dante’s best friend.”

Nash message popped in too which she was not surprise to see , although the content of the message almost did . Hey babe, Can we talk, I will be waiting at Leniol Dinner . Nash Her heart almost froze as she wondered who to see between Daniel , her ex who she believes she still had feelings for or if to see Nash who was in love with her and always there for her . She got fed up for a while as thought flew in her head . She think she will rather see Daniel first since he messaged her first.As she sat in contemplation. She realize this could well prove an enjoyable challenge. Daniel could see well enough the effort it took her to suppress her attitude and feelings towards him, and having seen h

“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.”