Novel Suamiku Ketua Gangster の小説・ストーリー

“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.”

My stomach dropped as I realized what he was looking at. “New York’s youngest billionaire,” Romeo said, his voice cold. “The one who got married recently. That is your husband?” I nodded, my throat too tight to speak. “Jaydon Grey,” he read from the screen, his tone mocking. “Who married his assistant.” He looked up at me, his eyes hard. “Why did I not even consider it? So you were his assistant?” I nodded again, my face burning with shame. I studied his expression, searching for some sign of understanding, but all I saw was anger and betrayal.

What's all this letters stacked up Well there are love letters that Cathy have been receiving we decided to check them out to find a suitable one out of all for her to make her forget her imaginary boyfriend Rocco Don't tell me you still have that silly crush on Rocco Well…..wellll That reminds I saw him My heart beats faster He's really changed rumors had it that he is now the one taking over the underworld, he's become the mafia of the underworld most feared one at that My heart sank imagining what he will look like now ,how arrogantly cold he will be now that he has become a mafia I become sad all of a sudden What about Lorenzo I didn't get to see him ,I only saw Rocco because he has some

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There was another entry: “I made him who he is today, I’ve created a vicious and mindless killer, Ghost.” “Ghost is now a part of the mafia, he is not of the blood, but he's definitely one of us,” he read in a whisper. His jaw ticked as he did, he flipped through more pages and stopped when he saw his name again, ”Sergio calls Ghost an American scum. He truly is an American scum, he is not Italiano at all, but he has earned his place as one of us...” his mind wandered off again, he remembered it like it was yesterday. The day Carianno made the announcement. He just walked into one of their meetings, drenched in blood from head to toe. Don Carianno’s first expression was horror, which he quic

6 million dollars. "You can ask the doctor. She is my twin and without proper treatment she will-" "You seem to think I care. What is it to me if she doesn't make it?" He gives her a genuine side glance. Mateo was appointed the Mafia prince title for a good reason. He knew what investments to make, how to double them and what missions to follow through with. Not once had he let down the organisation by making foolish mistakes. The fact that this girl seemed to think he would choose to make them now, rubbed him off the wrong way. He prefers not to take on things he won't benefit from and at this particular moment, he saw nothing gainable.

I’d had four guns pointed at me within a short amount of time. I shook my head. “No. That’s fine.” I took my phone out, sliding it to him on the counter. He caught it, but his eyes remained on me. “Are you doing okay?” I nodded. “I’m good. I mean, we’re in the lap of luxury for places to hide out in.” I gestured to Octavia. “Though, I’m confused about that place. Doesn’t a different mob family run that?” “Cole Mauricio. They’re active in Chicago, but Trace’s family and mine have an understanding with them.”

I asked, “What is all this?, Is Vincent some sort of prince or what?” She asked, I didn't know if I should tell her “He is stinking rich and paranoid. What is he?” She asked, I had already noticed Taylor was a curious and Sharp person, this was probably going to bother her the whole night so I decided to tell her “I think he is drug lord, he is probably a leader of a cartel” I told her, Taylor didn't seem surprised “I thought so. There is just so much I want to ask him about Kelvin. Do you think he will talk to us tomorrow?” She asked

Dana insisted. "I'm sorry for keeping a secret from you, Dana. But I hope it won't change your mind about me." Marcus nervously said, as he starts sweating. Dana gently held Marcus' hand, as she gave him an encouraging smile. "I trust you, Marcus." she firmly stated. Marcus took a deep, calming breath and he mustered all his courage to speak. "Dana, my grandfather, Michael Montserrat was the Godfather or the leader of an organized Mafia crime group, which is notoriously called as "La Familia." he started.

He underestimated me. “I have information that will interest you boss.” He quickly said. He must’ve noticed my hand lingering on the gun beside me. “What makes you think I want to listen to you?” I raised my eyebrow. “Everyone in the underground is talking about it. A book.” He takes a deep breath, “There’s a book that has all the secrets of all the gangs in the city. Even that of El Alma.” The mere mention of the top mafia group in Chicago grabs my attention. Even though it was mostly non-existent and hidden, El Alma remained the biggest mafia group to ever exist. It’s been around since my father was still a boy.