Possession Of The Mafia Boss 소설 & 이야기

The only information she made me know was that I was the youngest. The organization itself was non-affiliated with any other groups or mafias, so even mafias can contact us for a job if they wish not to be suspected. The organization only has one rule, and that is no one is supposed to know the other's identity. However, if they come to know about it, the other party has the right to take the other person’s life if they find it a threat to their personal life. But now, who wants this dear target dead, I’m not too curious, so I’ll leave it as it is. I’ll have to pass by that place to collect my lovely toy.

I gave a small shake of my head and turned back to Mattis. “You make me sick,” I said. “You had options. But instead, you gambled with your daughter’s suffering.” He tried to crawl forward. “Please... I beg you.” “Save it.” I flicked my cigarette to the side, sparks dying on the rooftop’s edge. “I hope you burn, Mattis. I mean that. And know this. I’m coming for everything. Every brick, every rug, every glass you bought with the money you stole from the Mancinis. You thought you’d get away with it because you wore the mask of a desperate father. You forgot who I am.”

Realizing my position on his lap, I panicked and tried to get off him—but he didn’t let go. "Come in," he said. My eyes grew wide again. Oh no, did he really just say that? I immediately pretended to be asleep and leaned my body against him like I was dozing off. "What is it?" he asked. "Ah, Boss… did we disturb you?" "Isn’t it obvious? What do you need?" I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing. I could feel the annoyance dripping from his voice. "Riguardo alla mafia nemica. Hanno attaccato uno dei nostri uomini."

“As expected of a mafia boss. Name the price, then. I’ll see if I can fulfill it.” At the back of my head, I was hoping it wouldn’t be illegal, but what was I thinking? I was bargaining with a mafia boss! “Well, to start off, let go of the trophy,” he stated, slightly lifting his chin up. I bit the inside of my cheek. Fuck. I didn’t want to do that just yet. I wanted to remain cautious. I wanted to stay in control. However, before I could even choose what path to take, he turned the tables on me. He swiped the glass trophy from my hand, pushed me backward and pinned me down the mattress. He was on top of me in the next second.

But here he is bickering with her on small things and finding different ways to pick up fights with her. Here he is getting jealous from the man whom she loved or still loves. He is getting possessive over her. The power man, boss of the Italian mafia in whom's feet women swoon themselves and beg to be in his bed. For whom women die for and can kill for, who can get anything in just one click of his fingers is trying to get attention of a mere little girl.

“Boss… I think you should take charge…the lady is a little difficult to handle,” Zane said while giving Pedro a few files to look at… Pedro was sitting in his chair, listening carefully…he had a team. Formidable…he was a mafia boss…the best there was. No one ever dared to go against him. He made the rules for everyone to follow, and saved anyone's life. They automatically became his possessions to do as he wanted.

Mafia world! " What are you saying?" Ana questioned in her shaky voice. The way she reacted; he was sure that the girl wasn't aware of his boss darker side. " The murderer is my boss. He is the king of the Italian Mafia. He deals in different sector of business. The hotel in your town, where I work own by him. Not only that, but many more hotels, casinos bars and resorts in this country belong to him. And I work for him." Blaze elaborates watching her bewildered state.

Or would this just lead to more danger? I tiptoed down the hallway, staying as silent as possible. That’s when I overheard voices—low and menacing. The Mafia boss was speaking with his men. “You’re not going to release her,” the boss said, his voice cold and calculating. “I’m using Jace’s company to produce my product. He’ll continue doing business with me, whether he likes it or not.” I froze in my tracks, the gravity of his words sinking in. They weren’t just holding me for leverage—they had a bigger plan, one that involved my husband’s company.

I ask. "True. That's what exactly should be happening, not the other way around. But then again…" he's thinking. "You're the real murderer to Jasmine right now. She would never want to spend her life with a murderer who kills her exes like they were just some piece of trash." "Doesn't he know what we do in the mafia?" Iook at his as if he has lost his senses Boss she's very well aware that you lead the mafia and every other thing that comes with it.

“You’re seriously telling me... you came here… to Italy… to stay with your stepbrother, who you’re clearly in love with, who clearly fucks with your head, and you didn’t tell him you’re dying?” “I’m not dying.” “You have six months.” “That’s what they said—” “That’s what the doctor said, Camilla!" She yells. "I'm sorry." I resigned. My chest tightens painfully as I turn away, breathing deep through my nose, trying to stay standing. “You were right about him, Jess,” I say, voice low, quiet, barely audible. “Matias is Mafia. He's the boss, actually.” She freezes. “Wait—what?” I nod once. “He’s not just part of it. He runs it. He’s dangerous. Cold. He owns everything around him, and it’s not ju