Novel Suamiku Ketua Gangster Novels & Stories

Maria, takes out of the briefcase a computer, opens it, enters the network, with one hand she handles the keyboards, and in the other she holds the paper that the cardinal has just given her, and then says; - The deposit has been made. I hope that this insignificant money will make you happy. -He turns the computer so they can see that it is correct, they grab their cell phones and try to confirm it, as incredible as it seemed to them, the five of them were millionaires, as for my details I want absolute privacy, the information of this illicit association, the gang member Alberto Zapata gave it to me, I don't want him to know that I am here, tell him that there was no agreement, because I r

let it be. ********* "Boss, who dare anger you?" Nicola asked Igneel, as he stood in front of his desk, he could only see Igneel's wrapped-up knuckles as his upper body was completely indulged in darkness. Nicola knew what kind of expression his boss was having on his face. "It was that Cafe lady, Helena." Samuel slightly whispered in Nicola's ear while standing beside him. "What? How dare she?" Nicola said with an angry frown on his face. Nobody dared to disrespect the mafia kind let alone anger him but that little woman did it.

He extended his arm while showing the red mark from her hit. Clara rolled her eyes, "Can you be a little more serious? Something bad is happening, and you're still worried about your reddened arm?" "Come on, the mission is well planned, and I know exactly what to do there. I won't attack Liam and his troops in Canada. In fact, I'm not tasked with attacking ElWagner's headquarters because Rafael has arranged a team from a mafia network led by Mikael Williams." "Who is Mikael Williams?" Clara furrowed her brow upon encountering another unfamiliar name in Lucas's story.

If Rayna wanted to flirt, she could, but I wouldn’t be hiding behind him this time. Hunter’s Range Rover purred beneath us as we sped down the quiet road, the city blurring past. He didn’t talk much during the drive, his hands gripping the wheel tightly, his jaw set. As we pulled into the compound, the air around us seemed to shift. The gang’s headquarters was housed in a converted warehouse dark glass, steel walls, and rows of matte-black motorcycles and high-end cars lining the lot. Armed men stood at the gates, giving curt nods as Hunter passed.

A sharp ringing filled my head as fear crashed over me, and I screamed. "I don't like your answer." He turned his head to the fat man. "Now, you answer me." The fat man was dripping with cold sweat. His eyes darted around before he shakily pointed at me. "Don Santoro! It... it was her! She told us to rough up Miss Murphy! Said if we had a little fun with her, she'd get us a piece of your action, let us in on the score!" "What are you talking about?!" I stared at the man in disbelief.

They both laughed as they remembered that episode. "Of course there is! You're Túlio's partner, the incendiary boy, a gorgeous and cannibalistic cat. A guy who took you out of your home, away from your family, and inserted you into Paco's gang, damn it! It would make a wonderful romance novel. Imagine, 'Innocent, pure, and reserved young woman, a phenomenal piano student, gets involved with a mafia leader of one of the most powerful gangs in the country and transforms into a feared and respected woman!' Ah, I wish I was a writer!"

I will never have done that to you " , Lorenzo said to him . " Why these ashes were there Lorenzo if you weren't there ? " , Rafael asked , furious . But I do not know anything about me. I never set foot on these Rafael docks. Lorenzo Bertolini is one of the main bosses of the Mafia from around the world, he controls the whole city of Sicily and many other cities in Italy. At first when I just built my own empire, I consider Lorenzo as my biggest enemy but today I consider him more as the big brother that I never had. He helped me a lot at some difficult times and I also helped him back and I know he would never have done such a thing to me. So , what did these ashes do there if it wasn't L

Anna looked up at him with curiosity, he added “ Two years ago, whole continent was fed up of too many Mafia Dons who was disturbing the peace of all the country, so all the country together made a secret department to look into this case and assign the best cop as under cover agent who will live like a Mafia Don and will keep finishing the small and big units of all Don's from the continent. By that time, Ethan Mallfoy, a Russian officer was the best among all the best officers chosen from all over the continent.

“What does he want?” Donatello was the don of his little syndicate in Detroit, who was trying to make a name for himself after disbanding from the Alfa Nove, the group of nine heads of the Italian mafia groups that were spread throughout the US. He used to be one of my father’s old subordinates, but after my father had been killed by the Bratvas, I didn’t trust anyone outside of the people I already knew would die for me and Donatello wasn’t one of them.

“Please, hear me out. He didn’t mean….” I scoff,“What do you wanna say? That he didn’t mean to kill Ramos? I saw him, he killed Ramos without a second thought” “I know what you saw Gigi and I swear it’s terrifying, but trust me Mike is a good man, he will never hurt you” “Well that’s hard to believe” I turn to her. “Tell me, what exactly is Mike. Cause the man I saw killing Ramos wasn’t my husband but a beast” Amanda sighed,“Mike is a Mafia Prince”