Possession Of The Mafia Boss の小説・ストーリー

Massimo tossed the gun to one of his men as he began walking towards his men and wiped his hands with a white hand towel “Dump his body somewhere this will serve as a warning to those that dare go against me give money to his family” “And clean this place up it irks as fuck "Yes, Boss." Then he walked towards the exit with his other men following him. With No expression on his face, his eyes were devoid of emotions and his strong and tall body made him look like a the real mafia boss that everyone is afraid of. He has curly black hair, a pointed nose, high cheekbones, and a prominent lower jaw and chin. "Where are we heading now?" he asked his men. "To Mr Tom, Sir. The CEO of Berg pharmaceu

Failure to meet the terms of the agreement will result in death. It served as his protection against anyone who would use his weakness for women to bring him down because of that one particular incident when another mafia boss planted a woman to spy on him and attempted to kill him. Inside it was a letter of invitation which also serves as a pass to enter the Evans mansion. He enclosed a tracking device on that envelope disguised as a stamp. It allows him to check the location of the women and intercept her signal. He’ll then know if the woman is communicating with other people. He was able to catch several women before using it. He became even more famous to women because of the red envelop

I started the car and headed for her hotel, my mind racing. She opened the door, her face grim. I stepped in wordlessly and she shut it firmly behind me. "Molly, there's something you need to know about Declan Shaughnessy," she said bluntly. "One of my clients knows him well from his former life in New York. Declan is a crime boss in the Irish mafia." I stared at her; sure I'd misheard. "What? No, Declan owns a security company, he told me ..." I trailed off at the pity in her eyes.

It was late at night, so no one was gonna see his face He met the elderly woman immediately he steps in "where's him"His cold voice asked "follow me" That came the woman's response He said nothing and followed behind Yeah! this was were he always comes at night But no one could identify his as the Mafia boss even if they sees his face.... not even the elderly woman The Mafia boss hasn't been seen by anyone except his men and the people he killed So know one can tell how exactly he looks like The door opened. His eyes moved around the room and then it landed on his

linked furiously like one under the sun at the paper. The letters squirmed like a snake as I stared at them. 100 MILLION DOLLARS. I couldn’t believe what my eyes were seeing. How could my grandpa owe them, this huge amount of money? I looked at them. They were all in black. I didn’t need anyone to tell me that they were the mafia. This must be a mistake. It wasn’t possible. I wasn’t going to believe anything they had said.

“Y-Yes, Madame. I will try my best to be a good servant. I will follow everything that you say.” “Really?” “Y-Yes.” Mr. and Mrs. Denmarks exchanged glances before Madame Hannah gazed at me again, “So, for sure you know about Mia’s upcoming wedding.” “Y-Yes, I know…” “Are you also aware that her fiancé is a mafia boss?” I nodded my head. “Yes, madame…” “What are your expectations about a mafia boss?” “U-Uh… Based on what Ella used to tell me, a mafia boss tends to do bad things. They also kill and hurt people…”

Nick’s POV The atmosphere in the yacht was grieved as tension filled the air fueling my assertiveness. I’ve grown used to such business deals that I no longer dread death. I stand before Barcus of the Amiria clan, a notorious lord of the underground business. His turf cuts across drugs, human trafficking which is something I’d never do, although he tries to hide it and uses it as a means to acquire slush funds, but I’m well aware of this, there’s nothing that gets passed me anyways. His dealings on weaponry is the unfortunate link that allows a dog like him to dare dream of dinning with the king.

And the day Angelo invaded and hijacked her wedding to the love of her life was only a more personalised confirmation of an age old legend of Angelo’s notoriety. Over the months she had stayed in Angelo’s home, Moira had noticed nothing but even more confirmation of the shadiness of the mafia boss’ dealings. The armed men at the entrance, more armed men strategically planted all around the mansion, the weird butler who served in an almost deserted mansion, and the all-weekend disappearance by Angelo himself- they all supported Moira’s beliefs about the evil Angelo Manzini and his notorious crime gangs.

Megan blabbered. "You have too many questions. Boss doesn't like when we ask too many questions." "I promised I won't say anything. I just wanna know who he is. Who I'm dealing with. I don't wanna die not knowing who killed me." "I doubt he will kill you now. He told you his name." Caroline giggled as she thought this woman is something else. "Boss is the head of the Italian mafia. That much I can tell you." Megan gulped audibly as terrifying scenes crossed her mind after she heard the word mafia. Her palms became sweaty. Hadn't realised she was holding her breath, she turned to look at Caroline.

"Most are, though. Horrible people. The only good one I've seen is the boss." A snort escaped from my mouth the moment he said that. Yeah, that was it. But maybe that was how the mafia lords worked. Maybe this was what they did best... draw you in with enough intensity and obsession, and once one believed it, once you began to fall for them and their amazing tongues which seemed to work wonders behind close quarters, they dropped you. Did I even love him? I wasn't sure. I wouldn't have left so early if I did, right? Maybe I was close to it. Maybe that was what scared me more than anything.