Reluctantly Ruined & Owned By The Mafia 소설 & 이야기

“I knew there had to be something, I don't necessarily trust concierges What did you find?” “It’s about the concierge,” Finn began, handing me a folder. “Turns out, he was involved in some shady dealings in Italy a few years back. He was linked to a fraudulent acquisition that almost bankrupted a luxury hotel chain, he acted oblivious of a bad deal which affected the companies but he was found guilty, if he were to be normal, then he would be dry and probably in jail or in debts, but the charges were dropped, but only after a hefty settlement and some powerful strings being pulled to clear his name.”

They were taken in by the elderly man in a grand mansion that resembled a palace. There, Aleah noticed numerous men in suits surrounding the estate. She discovered that her grandfather was no ordinary businessman—he was the leader of a powerful mafia group in Italy. His real name was Antonio De Luna. At the mansion, Antonio recounted the reason he hadn't been with Aleah's mother for 20 years. He was once the Alpha of a pack, but an unexpected tragedy struck, leading to the death of most of his pack members. He was blamed for failing to protect them from a deadly epidemic. The only ones he had managed to save were his own family. This incident was why he never formed another wolf pack, nor wa

They will pay the price. I am Don Necolai Rosu Lupei, one of the most feared Mafia Bosses in London. My gang The Romanesco owns this part of the city. I don’t tolerate competition, especially not from scum like these human traffickers. I am going to bathe in their blood. Last night we raided their little organization and freed seven underaged girls and two teenage boys. Those kids were lucky nothing bad had happened to them yet. My men made sure they were returned safely to their families.

she said to him and her words made Chris to have a flashback of when he was recruited newly into the mafia organization years ago. Those words were the exact words he said to the leader of the organization then. He saw himself in Stephanie and he had to tame her well before she becomes the next Martin Cruz. "A dog doesn't bite its owner and you won't bite me"he muttered to himself. "What did you say?"Stephanie asked in confusion. "Never mind,you can change your clothes"he said. "Do you want me to change infront of you?"she asked rolling her eyes. "Of course you are my wife"he replied and Stephanie's face turned pale.

he said. I picked up the contract, throwing him a side eye. I didn't trust a word he said. I read the contract for loopholes until I finally found it. A dark chuckle slipped past my lips. I slammed the contract down on the table. "I'm not like your silly little henchmen. This contract says I'll be your property for fifteen years. Must have been a nice thought, right? To label me as property of Vittore Martinelli. It says nothing about the old contract being null. I'd still be mafia property hence once again, yours. I'm not naïve. I know the only way out of a mafia is death. I don't need your bogus contract. I'm getting out of here myself," I said my British accent thick.

"Yes, I did. I married that man I fell in love with. They brought him into the family lovingly at first. After a year in we realized what a mistake it was though. My husband's family owned many businesses in New York. They were very smart and business savvy. Grasso ended up threatening all of my in-laws to do their bidding or they would die one by one. You know his nephew, Dennis. I hear you used to work for him too. They were always good people, but because of me, their entire family is at the mercy of the Mafia now." I looked at my frail old hands remembering how youthful and happy I once was. My happiness did nothing but cause pain to so many though. "After Peter's and Marissa's so-called

he asked “The one by the mall, the one in the north where that parking lot is facing…” “That is my best spot, Andres… you cannot do this” Manuel whined “And the east side that is free from the cops. You should be grateful that I am allowing you keep your life, you will bounce back and make sure I never have to take up arms against your family, is that understood?” “You have a deal” Manuel said, sighing. The once strong mafia lord, felled by his own children; thankfully I never did love kids so I wasn’t going to worry about having any with Catherina because I wanted none.

Amelia would sit beside her father on the barstool, her small hands helping him with simple tasks, and her mother would join in the laughter, her eyes shining with affection. Life was idyllic until a dark cloud loomed over their happiness. Thomas, faced with dire financial circumstances, sought assistance from a local mafia figure in their neighborhood. In an unfortunate turn of events, he was unable to repay the borrowed money on time and fell into the clutches of the ruthless mafia. Amelia's world shattered when her father was kidnapped, and their lives were forever altered. The anguish that enveloped their home was suffocating, the absence of her father's laughter a painful void. The fami

Mafia Luca is the second most dangerous mafia in the city. He's well-known for various crimes such as murder, manslaughter, and sexual assault. Unlike William, he's more terrifying and shows no mercy. He has a strong aversion to forgiving people. Luca is a covetous individual who has a profound fondness for women. He frequently dons a black suit and is perpetually accompanied by a minimum of eight strong bodyguards. He is a womanizer and frequently engages in relationships with college girls. His extravagant spending on women knows no bounds; he is willing to purchase anything for them.

He said one day he'd save enough and he'd buy us a house. He said there would be a little mailbox in front of it. And the nameplate would say Lorenzo & Liana. He said we'd get married in that house. Raise a kid in it. Live a quiet, ordinary, happy life. He said someday, when we were old, we'd watch the sunset together and just go. Then they took him. Locked him in a cellar. Said unless we paid up, they'd shoot him. The mafia has a rule. You never go to the police. Not for anything. You go to the cops, your man dies.