Romans & histoires Novel Suamiku Ketua Gangster

He leaned on his motor and began to read. Dear Gangster, Lucifer Cuenca, the name of the man who received and I am not ashamed. A lot is being stoned about me being a Psycho and Weirdong girl. I've been seeing you at school for a few years but you just talked to me too. I will never forget how we started talking.

“ When you say past—” “ I mean, he grew up on the south side, and he had to do what he had to do to survive.” “ See who is willing to chat, start off with money offers, and if that doesn’t take or they become too greedy, then we look at other options.” “ Got it,” the light from the man’s phone illuminates the backseat as the shorter man with curly brown hair, tattoos, and a crazy look in his eye clears his throat. Sirius always wanted to be a powerful man, but when we were younger, he could not stand the mafia and did everything in his power to protect those from the greedy fingers of men with too much power and a God complex.

Axel swiftly steps aside, avoiding the flying glass. My temper has been out of control lately. But who can blame me? Antonio was one of my best men, and I found out too late that he was stealing from me. Besides the men I've already tortured and killed for information, I don't know who else could have been working with him besides the Russians. Any of my men could be traitors, and I fucking hate traitors. Nobody steals from me. NOBODY! My blood is boiling, threatening to explode. Killing him wasn't enough. Once you join the mafia, your family automatically becomes collateral. He took from me, and I'm going to take everything from him even if he's already rotting away in hell.

He brought the glass to his lips, taking a slow sip, letting the burn settle deep in his chest. Luca, standing near the door, remained silent, waiting. He knew better than to push. Emilio finally exhaled and set the glass down with a soft clink. “Tell me what you’ve got.” Luca straightened, his expression serious. “My guys are already working on it. The four at the diner are nothing but low-level scum, dealers, muscle-for-hire. Not our kind of men.” There was a hint of disdain in his tone, echoing Emilio’s own disgust for the type.

You could have shot that idiot and nothing would have happened. -You're a nasty, G- I murmured. –And on top of that, you don't help me with the book. I have to finish it the sooner the better. And I have to change the names of everyone, otherwise, everyone will know that it is an autobiography and we cannot make the existence of the mafia public.

No one dared to question the sudden power vacuum that screamed my name. The message was clear: Giovanni Sokolov was not to be trifled with. The underworld, a beast that fed on fear and respect, now trembled at my shadow. My procurement as the Pakhan of the country's underworld wasn't just inevitable; it was a foregone conclusion. The elders, those old wolves who had watched generations rise and fall, sent their tacit approvals, their silence louder than any declaration.

I stared at the book written in Bold black and white font with the title: A New Pet for the Mafia King By Author Liy Lah. I frowned, my fingers tracing over the letters as my mind turned over the words. Why the hell did Damien have this? Of all the books and genres to have, this was the last I expected to find in his meticulously arranged library. A mafia romance? Really? I flipped it open, scanning the first few quotes lines beginning each chapter. "She was nothing but a lost soul when he found her. Her caged soul was too desperate for freedom but too tangled in the chains he had placed around her.

U just had to keep my mouth shut and i feel like I never had such good luck in life because now I just had to go ahead and get involved with a freaking mafia boss. This was my life. This was just my sad and pathetic sad life and it's only just a matter of time before Marco finally kills me and I knew that to help myself and also stay alive I just had to shut up and keep my mouth shut so that I could live longer. My heart was beating so fast and I didn't even know how I was going tj face him. He didn't catch me unlike last time but yet I felt so scared because he was a freaking mafia boss which meant that he could do literally anything to me and that meant killing me in one go

There was something startlingly human about the image — the mafia king making his own coffee in the glow of morning light. He glanced up when he heard her steps but didn’t speak right away. Just nodded once and returned to his task. She hovered near the door, unsure. He gestured toward the chair by the breakfast bar. “Sit.” It wasn’t a command this time. More… an offer. Siena hesitated, then crossed the room and lowered herself into the chair. She folded her hands in her lap, unsure of the rules in this strange new version of their world. He placed a cup of coffee in front of her without a word.

“Hmm. That’s probably a good thing. We couldn’t find any direct links to you, even though you grew up near Sicily. You always go by Tris, which makes things simpler compared to other undercover folks.” Having a name similar to my own helps me stay grounded. Some people need to completely separate from their real lives, but for me, it’s easier to weave in real details than to make up stories and keep track of them. “So, what’s the deal with the De Luca family?” I pull my hand away from James’s and start rubbing his thigh in slow circles. “They’re brothers. Mafia in Sicily. The head honcho, Aamon De Luca, their dad, was killed.”