Romans & histoires Possession Of The Mafia Don

But the don doesn't seem like he's even really looking at them—like they're not even as important as a speck of dust. "I suppose I can give this man a light punishment for his grave offense," Don Federico says. He takes a slow sip of wine. I suddenly realize that, even though the don isn't smiling, he's definitely enjoying the power he's holding right now. After all, he's being so exaggeratedly slow with all his movements—he must like keeping them in suspense. Does he just enjoy making them wait? Or does the don get a sick sense of pleasure from their fear? Finally, the don speaks his judgement. "This man will not be invited to any mafia gatherings for the next year—and he'll donate ninety p

The eight Dons; Moncho, Raphael, Chevy, Clyde, Apache, Columbo, Carmine, and Bugsy, were all either involved in shady deals or had one selfish reason to the other, as to why Caddaric should be destroyed. “The monster. He is indeed worse than his father,” the oldest amongst them, Don Columbo remarked. The younger ones had not seen Casper in action until the video of Lord Night went viral among the mafia groups. “They are even two now. Who is the other guy?” Don Chevy asked from the video call. Moncho was the only one among them who attended the ruined wedding and knew a few things. All he wanted was Juliet, for which reason he was ready to go with whichever plan these dons hatched. He respond

The short bald headed nigga that supervises the affair of the club grinned in excitement while showing his brown teeth. “Marcus right?” I asked him. “Yes, Don.” He answered proudly while trying to put on a brave facade but I saw through that. “You know my rules. I don't deal with human trafficking or slave trading. That's not part of my mafia dealings. I'm not asking you to stop. But the moment your stupid activity is traced to my mafia, I'll give you a long painful agonizing death.” I threatened while promising him something I knew he would not wish for. After threatening him and ensuring that they were all good, I made my way to my mansion hoping I would be able to prepare myself for tomor

Gladis mutters, “You’ve got the hot Don all to yourself and now a secret admirer?” I frown. “What exactly does ‘Don’ mean, anyway?” She sighs like I’ve just asked why the sky is blue. “You see this building?” She gestures around the club. “And the others like it around town? Let’s just say they’re part of a… network. Don Rafaele runs the La Corona de Sangue mafia ring.” I blink, the words barely sinking in. “He’s not just some club owner. He’s one of the most powerful men in Sicily. Maybe the most powerful. Everyone knows who he is, but no one dares speak against him. People vanish for less.”

“I’ve never been with a man before… but I’m not against the possibility. You’d better behave, Tristan, or I might just make your entire body ache with regret.” He turned and walked away, leaving me alone, bound and exposed, in the eerie silence of the warehouse. It was then, in the echoing emptiness, that the full horror of my situation truly dawned on me. I was caught in the crossfire of a brutal mafia war. Abducted by Vlad, I was now nothing more than a bargaining chip, a tool for his twisted vengeance against Giovanni. And the night, it seemed, was far from over.

and one was even labeled “Operation Barashka.” “What the hell is that?” Dante asked. Marcus opened the files. “Turns out Giovanni wasn’t just a part of the Romano Empire alone. He was a part of the Russian mafia three years ago. MI6 had eyes on him, but then he disappeared from their radar.” My heart dropped to the bottom of my feet instantly. “He used to be a part of the Russian mafia?” I asked. Marcus nodded. “It gets even worse. He was promised a seat as one of the bosses if he helped bring you down, Dante.”

I passed nurses who looked at me with horror, seeing the blood-soaked man in the thousand-dollar suit wandering like a vagrant. I didn't know where I was going. I didn't know who I was. The Mafia Don was dead. The man who had survived The Ivory Queen, who had built an empire on bone and shadow, had been hollowed out. There was nothing left inside me but the cold, grey ash of the coma Davina was currently trapped in. “If she wakes up, the last thing she needs to see is the man who killed her family.” Lexi’s words echoed in my skull, a rhythmic torture. I had won the war. Ivan was at the bottom of the ocean. Tatiana was a corpse on a pier. And my prize was a body kept alive by a rhythmic, clic

The pride in her tone for her man is very evident. Not only David, but all the lords of other regions who work for Kai are all glued to their screens. The Deluca's name was never implied in this way before, and that too for the reason which the Deluca's are completely not related to. So to hear that someone dared to imply the Deluca's in itself is a big mistake. But the mess is already created, and everyone is waiting to see how their boss would deal with this mess. As the Mafia men, they all know that once the cops are forced to get involved and the public outrage is sparked, its not easy to deal with that situation. Especially not with guns. They need something more lethal, and everyone ca

He gives in, panting. "The mafia don's behind the death of The Kingstons." He informs. The woman rolled her eyes, expecting something more valuable than the Kingstons, whoever they were. Dominic Bianchi, the Sicilian Don, was known to end lives. The woman was aware that it was the Don's favorite past-time. His hands were stained by the blood of those he had killed. Though it's not like Bella's hands were clean.