Possession Of The Mafia Don นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“It's not like I'm asking you to do anything?” I raised my brow at her, She definitely got shit under their sleeves. “Lucy out with it ?”. “There's this Mafia…” I shook my head, “ Nuh uh, don't even bring anything related to Mafia's here” “It would benefit you, the man is the Italian Mafia boss direct link, he's definitely Jonah's brother boss” “Are you listening to yourself right now, Lucy “ “Yes, I'm just saying “. “What are you implying exactly, hit the nail”

KIARA POV “Except whom,Kiara?” Xander asked. “Except Jake Don.” I said with a sign of annoyance. “Jake Don, you mean Marssel Don son, the future leader of the Don syndicate?” Lilly asked. “Yes, that Jake Don.” I responded. “But the Don's are an Italian Mafia, and they would not dare try such a thing in London,” Xander stated. “Well if the rumors I heard about Jake are right, this is something he can definitely do, there are rumors saying he is a crazy guy who isn't concerned with the repercussions of the thing he does,” Daniel said.

explained Jia. Remembering how the mafia Don flirted with his sister , his eyes narrowed as he asked, "What do you mean in exchange for Ashly?" "Alexander needs a Donna so he can start a family and remain a mafia don and he's decided that it's going to be Ashly ," replied Jones. "You can't just let the government hand Ashly over to that mafia like she's some..some pet," cried Ohm, "What kind of parents are you -" Before Ohm could finish his sentence, Jia slapped his across the face.

‘Ever the dramatic,’ Tony thought sarcastically. He reached for the silver spoon and knife— Then deliberately dropping the knife. TING The sound echoed like a gunshot in a quiet cathedral. Then, to Tony’s surprised and everyone else in the room— The Don smiled. Then total silence. Maria clutched her dress. Franco shifted nervously. “And who is the real mafia here?” the Don said in his thick, gravelly Italian accent. Like the kind that you only heard in villainous films. Tony shrugged. “You taught me not to bow to anyone, old man.” he said coolly, he was now slowly reaching for a bottle of wine

It was winter in the year 2000. A new café had opened in Palo, Sociles. The owner was a disfigured woman who was always wearing a half-veil, and she made very good coffee. No one knew that she was the all-powerful Donna of a mafia family. Another figure was the homeless man who would quietly sit at a corner outside the café every evening to watch her make coffee. No one knew that he was the once-renowned Don of the Lucas family. The man who had once ruled over everything had lost it all in the end.

“You can't do that. That's illegal…” His eyes bored into mine, holding my gaze. “Actually, I can. No one is going to oppose a Mafia Don. I can do whatever the hell I like.” He said. I suddenly felt dizzy and I felt the walls closing in on me. ‘Mafia Don'. The rumors were true then. Not only was he Mafia, he was the leader of a Mafia group. And from the look of things, he probably controlled all of New York. That's why he was so confident.

“I’m sorry, what?” “The Don. The head of the Virtus family. We call him Don.” I closed my eyes and counted to ten, then opened them and smiled politely. “So you’re saying that Don gave orders to throw away my things?” “We do as the rules say, Madam,” she replied with the same smile. And the old anger was renewed. Oh, that mafia is going to get shit from me for discarding my clothes, my beauty products, my shoes, and, most importantly, my family photo album.

He sighed again, "Have you heard of the mafia?" Even though I had guessed this fact already, my heart stilled. The man I liked was in the fucking mafia. I nodded slowly. "Half of this country is occupied by us. The Italian Mob. The Cosa Nostra. Call it what you want. The other half is the Russians'." He supplied quietly, then something seemed to get ignited in him, and his eyes flared. "The mafia is my family. My father was the head - the Don - earlier. Now I am."

He stopped midsentence. "No actually my the leader of-" He stopped. "Fuck." "Just tell me ? I don't bite-" She gave him a sweet smile and he relaxed. "Mila, I'm the Don of the Mexican Mafia." That seemed to hit her like a ton of bricks, It was him. The father of her unborn child, her first- There was only one Mexican Mafia, there couldn't be any other. She knew the Mafia prince had taken over after Tiberio passed away so this was him.

“Kitchen’s this way. Careful. Don’t wander.” His boots echoed against the marble as he led me down a corridor before pointing toward a door. “There. You’ll find what you need.” I slipped inside. The kitchen was dimly lit, shadows pooling around polished counters. And there, leaning casually against the marble island, was Don Mario. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, a glass of amber liquor in one hand, a cigarette burning between his fingers. Smoke curled lazily toward the ceiling, carrying the heavy scent of tobacco. He turned his head slowly, and when his eyes met mine, I froze.