Possession Of The Mafia Don Mga Nobela at Kwento

They already know what he is capable of. “I tried to run,” I admit, my hands tightening in my lap. “But his men got me and brought me to him. That’s when they kidnapped me and brought me back to his mansion.” The word kidnapped feels strange here, like it belongs in a police report rather than a conversation with another Don, but I say it anyway. “That’s when he told me he was part of the Mafia,” I continue, my voice wavering slightly despite my effort to stay composed. “And that he was the Don.”

“I am Capo Lucien Delacroix, my full name. Lord and Don of this city’s underworld. Every politician you’ll ever see on the news? I own them. Every business that looks untouchable? They pay me. The police that dragged you into alleys before? They salute me when I walk past.” The words sting strange on Alexei's face, and Alexei froze with bread halfway to his mouth. “You’re… Mafia... Maria?” He asked. Lucien’s lips curved into a cold smile. “The mafia is too small a word. I am the law they don’t write down. The chaos they pay to control. I don’t just live in this underworld—I rule it. I'm the Mafia Don.” Alexei dropped the bread, fingers trembling. He wanted to run, but the memory of the mob’s

He had completely abandoned the affairs of the mafia. The underboss and Antonio joined forces to usurp his authority. One night, when he was dead drunk yet again, Jasper passed an alley and bumped into a few young people. They mugged him. Everything he owned that was worth anything was taken. He only held my photo tightly against his chest. The young men thought that it was a precious piece of jewelry, and they became greedy. They stabbed him several times. The Don, who had once ruled over the mafia, ended up dying in an unknown corner, all for a photo.

I asked him, although I kept my stance but the chilling idea of something so revolting made me want to run out that door now and leave everything. "No tesoro, my family may be monsters along with their many dark demons but we don't do anything other than what I've told you." He said to me firmly as he brought the drink up to his mouth taking a large gulp. "My father's mafia is now mine, which makes me the Don, those men you saw earlier all work for me." He said to me. I had kissed the world's infamous mobster, I let him make me come on his fingers. The same fingers he uses to pull the trigger to end a person's life. Oh my gosh.

He yells, and I start laughing hysterically. You obviously have no idea who the fuck I am, so allow me to introduce myself. I say just before delivering a powerful blow to his left face. "My name is Alessandro Gattani, Don of the American- Italian mafia and I'm shortly going to be the ruler of the Colombian Mafia". I tell him, and he gets a startled look in his eyes. Mr. Gattani, I'm sorry, I didn't know. He offers an apology as tears begin to form in his eyes.

Jameson pouted, checking his empty wrist. "Go get married. You're getting old." "Old? Did you just call me old?" Jameson glared. *** (MOSCOW) A huge building, strictly secretive and highly dangerous, housed a deadly mafia clan. They had their own traditions, methods, and ranks. Currently, their Don was named Sylvester. The authority was passed down to him after his father passed away. He was the strongest and most ruthless of them all. Anyone would cringe at the mention of his name.

A beautiful combination of chaos and beauty. But I'd intentionally hurt her because of my selfish pursuit to renounce what I had always known— what I didn't want to acknowledge or give a name to because I was Luca Moretti, Mafia Don of a Spanish Mafia Empire. I was ruthless, feared, I was black inside and I didn't do relationship. I use women for my own pleasure and toss them the moment I get fed up. I didn't do love. I was incapable of it. Ever since my father fell into a slump after the death of my mother. I'd vowed not to be like him, to have no weakness and certainly not one as a love interest but then she appeared into my life.

Some florists had rejected it saying it’s my gift and that I should care for it. I know. I know. It’s all these romance shit but they don’t know the man who gifted those is dangerous. That he's a mafia... a Russian mafia at that. Of course, I can’t say these to anyone. But I was implacably determined to sell them off and give the money accrued from it to the less privileged. Yeah…it’s better that way so I won’t have any connection or what so ever with him.