Novel & Cerita Port Mafia Dazai

he said in a husky voice. Sofia was dumbstruck as she stared at the man who flirted with her. He was tall and muscular, he was dark-skinned, and he had red locks and a tattoo on his neck that I recognized. He is from an American family called the Rocks. The current biggest American family mafia in this century is known for their well-known kidnapping of innocent victims, sex trafficking, murder, and most of all their selling of drugs. I stepped away from them and notified the rest of the team mostly Jevon knowing he's gonna flip. He wouldn't want anything to happen to her and most importantly he seemed to have a huge crush on her.

"Okay, angelo mio. Everyone is excited to see you so get some rest tomorrow is a very busy day." I smiled weakly. My engagement party was tomorrow, to a man I hardly knew. His name was Emilio Armani and he was 40, the head of the Italian mafia. A shiver ran down my spin. I had just turned 20, but this was a peace treaty that had to be honored. If it was violated in any way, they would come after me and my family.

“And now look at you, making Paris more beautiful.” We sat in silence, sipping wine, letting the memories drift between us like smoke. Then I laughed. “When we first met? You were so cold and intimidating.” He snorted. “Of course. I was the big bad Mafia Lord. Wasn’t that the charm you fell for?” “Please,” I rolled my eyes. “The moment Mama Rosa called you ‘Little Pumpkin,’ I knew it was all an act.” He groaned, covering his face with both hands. “You never forget anything, do you?”

“I can handle myself. You focus on James. Don’t let him get killed.” “Why would that happen?” “I have a feeling we’re heading for a war with the Zhangs soon.” “Why’s that?” “Those guys you killed? They were Zhang’s crew.” A grin spreads across her face. “No way.” I freeze, scanning her for clues. “Flint?” “Bingo!” Dai Qing pretends to shoot with her finger. “Looks like he hired them. I wonder what for?” She taps her finger to her lips, pretending to think.

That same hand that pulled a trigger right in front of me. I placed the photo back down. The bitterness burned through my throat like acid. The phone on the bed vibrated. A message popped up from Luca. ~ LUCA: The church priest’s file you asked for. I'm sending the details now. I unlocked the phone and scrolled through. Name: Father Kieran Hale. Background: An Unknown Orphan Occupation: Parish Priest of St. Philomena Cathedral. Age: 27. Former Occupation: A church worker. I scrolled down to see a picture attached down. He really had changed, his once tough body now looked fragile under my gaze, his faltering fake smile looked clean like he couldn't hurt a fly.

As I move, my dress rustles softly, and my hair stays perfectly in place. "Wow, Lessia is this not too much?", I ask unsure. "No, it is perfect", Lessia said still trying to arrange the strands of hair on my head. I rolled my eyes and said, "Lessia why did you dress me like this, I look like two million threw up on me". She looked at my reflection in the mirror and said, "You look amazing and by the way you are the daughter of the Mafia boss, you need to dress the part". "Mafia?", I asked confused.

“Do you know who these guys are Kacey?” “What do you mean?” “They’re the Mafia Kayse. They’re dangerous. If you cross them well you’re fucking dead.” “So, why did you agree to going with a drink with Daniel then?” I work for him Kayse both of them. The club is there’s we have an understanding. Please keep safe.” “I will.”

Yes, he shouldn’t have gotten Daphnée pregnant or at all being involved with her, and he was sure that if Dante’s heart was still rock solid, he wouldn’t have tears in his eyes right now. Walking around the building as he felt the afternoon breeze, his mind drifted off. He had his own problems, but the mafia was his biggest. If Dante had his family, why couldn’t he? At some point, he considered having relations with Dante’s cousin and then when Daphnée came; he considered her too, but here she was titled Donna, the Queen of the Bardi Mafia. Sighing heavily, he leaned against the building behind a tree and closed his eyes. His head started to ache from a headache and now, as he opened his eye

The man has very handsome features that are obscured by a murderous stare perpetually lingering on his dark eyes, his hair is styled to the side leaving his forehead and his thick eyebrows exposed, and his neck sports intricate tattoos that might’ve looked cheap on anyone else but look elegant on his smooth skin. However, it is the tattoo on his right hand which calls for the attention of everyone. A couple different tattoos cover his knuckles and fingers yet, it is only the crown on his index finger that matters. It symbolises his position as leader of the biggest mafia group in Danson, and second in Sangrid only to the Montenegro family. Everyone knows him or has heard about him, warned to