Romans & histoires Possession Of The Mafia Don

He never fucking liked me and I did nothing to earn his approval because I would never get it. l am Alessia Ferrari the Don of the Italian mafia. Father only passed it down to me because he is dying and he has no male heirs, which is quite unfortunate for the bastard. He did not even have any illegitimate sons despite the fact that he fucked day in and day out. He hated watching me take over his mafia, making it mine, making the power mine. But I never asked for this life.

Men in dark suits strolled around with guns slung over their shoulders and around the house was nothing but thick forest and rolling hills as far as the eye could see. "There's no escape, Alexandria." He said from behind me. "You can't just keep me here! " " Who is going to stop me? " "Wh-who are you?" I croaked out of a painfully tight throat, "You're not just the owner of a club." His dark eyes flicked over me, "Giovanni Morelli. The Don of the Italian Mafia." He said, "I'm a man who is used to getting what he wants and your body is mine now."

All his life he'd worked hard for it and now he had a stable stand as the don of one of the world's most famous Russian Mafia. Gianna Moira Donovan is unlucky when it comes to love. She vows to never throw herself into the said pond of heartbreak after severe fallout with her childhood sweetheart. But a clash between a Mafia don and a Donovan in unfavorable conditions spirals despise and loss of hope to something else. Something agreeable? Something horrible?

He handed it over to Colton Fiore with a deliberate reverence. Then, the man's voice rang out, loud and commanding despite his frail appearance. “Repeat after me, Fiore," he said. “I,Colton Fiore, give and transfer my title as the Mafia Don to Leonardo Fiore”. Colton took the cup and repeated the words with confidence. Just when I thought it was over, the old man handed Colton a knife. My breath hitched as I realised what was coming. Colton accepted it and, without hesitation, dragged the blade across his wrist. Blood flowed freely into the cup, staining the golden surface with deep crimson.

"Hahahaha! You sure got that right Morano. I'm honored to be the first person to get this kind of reaction from you. It is popular knowledge that the fierce Morano never shows any emotions. Hahaha!" "The girl has nothing to do with our fight Donatello. Every mafia has submitted to me except you, what the hell gave you the confidence to disobey me?" Years ago when my father passed on the title of mafia king over to me I'd shown my dominance, made every mafia organization all over the world submit to me. The Asian dons cowered before me, the eastern dons completely submitted to my power, only one don refused to bow to me, he even attacked and stole all my business so I made him my target.

Most men make their way out of the building as Don Marino was nicknamed "The Don of Dons", the man became ruthless after his wife and daughter died. He walks up to Emily and kisses her on both cheeks. " Mia," he says lovingly. He eyes Giovanni up and down, the latter lost for words. "As many of you know, my late wife and daughter were killed due to this man's actions. He has held my Mia captive since she was 17 years old. She has now decided to take over the Marino family business! My Mia! The new Don!" He exclaims. August stands there, astounded. Was this Emily's plan? It didn't make sense at all. She just outed herself as the granddaughter of the most powerful mafia Don in Sicily. How woul

CHAPTERCHAPTER 140 : ( In the middle of nowhere. ) Jackson walked into the room and bowed before the Mafia Don. "Tell me." "Everything's ready as you instructed." He reported. The Mafia Don relaxed into his chair and puffed out smoke from the cigarette in his slender fingers, one which ladies oh-so-frequently swooned at. "Your pawns are in position and are ready to strike. But I don't get one thing, Don.'' Jackson pointed out with a bit of hesitation.

Dom was making a name for himself in the culinary world, and Bianca also knew that the baggage he carried, being the son of the internationally notorious Mafia Don, Lucien Delano, came with its own weight. The immense pressure on him to succeed made him lose weight, and he looked hassled. This evening, Dominick was at the restaurant, looking a little more stressed than usual, as he looked around. The reason for his anxiety became clear as the doors swung open and the Mafia Don walked in, as commanding as ever, his demeanour suggesting he was the one ruling the world. And holding his hand, or rather, the other way round, was his Woman, the voluptuous Proserpina.

That was the dangerous thing about getting involved with the Mafia, there was no forgiveness and death was always the reward of a betrayal. "Get rid of his body, Matt." The Don said to the other man and he nodded. The Don just went back to eating his food after killing that man as if nothing had happened. "Won't you eat your food?" He asked and I looked up. I couldn't eat, I had lost my appetite. "I'm full," I lied. He laughed," Is it because of what just happened?" He asked and I could feel the mockery in his voice. " You better get used to it because you will see even more." He added gazing at me.

"Who is he." "Twenty six years old," Rem said from the doorway. "He runs the Caruso family's northeastern operations. He is considered the likely successor to Don Enzo." "Has he ever tried to contact me before," I said. "Not through any channel we have a record of," Rem said. "But given that someone was photographing you without your knowledge the absence of a formal contact does not mean much." "No," I said. "It does not." Ivan put his hand flat on the table. "The contract is not enforceable in any legal sense," he said. "It is internal mafia tradition. It has weight within that world but it has no mechanism outside of it."