Novel & Cerita Shelter In The Mafia

Lucas' interest piqued at the mention of Xavier's location. “Why?” “Can I tell you a secret?” Natalie asked, leaning in when Lucas nodded and whispered into his ear, “My cousin is a mafia. With the police constantly meddling in our family's underground businesses, um, our family has a safe house hidden in the mountains where the current head of the mafia and his family live till he retires.” Lucas' eyes widened at the revelation.

For a fleeting moment, he had believed he was closer to a life of freedom, but Shawn's arrival had cruelly shattered that tiny glimmer of hope. "Is their 'curse' really that strong, from the second son, Max to the youngest, Kix?" He laughed bitterly, his gaze growing emptier. The fleeting images of Linda and Tara flashed through his mind—once, they had been some of the few warm presences in his life. But now, that warmth had been swallowed by the cold brutality of the mafia. His world was filled with violence and power, and the men tangled with him were, without exception, mafia bosses. Each one was more dangerous than the last.

“You think I'm not on Twitter? It's the most unfiltered and biggest news platform right now. I see the amount of death threats you get daily. You'll have to be careful while you're here though, this city is full of the Mafia.” I nodded then took a sip of orange juice to avoid talking. No use telling them that that was the main reason I came to Italy. Just so I could understand them more and see how they operated. “Not at the dinner table, you're making her uncomfortable,” Signora Rossi said in Italian not knowing I understood the language. “No, it's fine. My brother was killed by the mafia and he was the only family I had left which is why I hate them but I'll be careful.”

Falcons POV I stood in the dimly lit warehouse, a place shrouded in shadows and mystery. My men gathered around a rickety table, the flickering light casting eerie shapes on their faces. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation, tension crackling in the air. “Listen up,” I said, my voice low but commanding. “This afternoon, we’re pulling off a job that requires precision and teamwork. We’re going to kidnap Shelly, the step sister of Mafia boss Sebastian and she will be mine.”

I pulled my car to a screeching halt, I turned off my MP player and walked out of the car ready to divulge my report to Sir Roman. Greetings from guards with bows followed me as I walked the long distance into the main mansion, down to the underworld where Sir Roman was waiting. The underworld is an apartment underground the mansion where confidential issues about the mafia are handled since not every resident here works in the mafia. Upon arriving, what I met was a frenzy. Roman was out of it. His eyes were fiery red and he was yelling at his men. “You’re all a bunch of idiots. If you all didn’t let your guard down in the first place then he wouldn’t be abducted. You can't fix his location

“I did not think you would stay in the dark and watch all of this drama happen from the outside.” I did not respond to her right away. I turned my eyes back to the window. I watched Enzo wrap his arm around Noah’s waist. “What do you want, Malessa?” I asked finally. My voice was ice cold. She stepped closer to me. She folded her hands behind her back and looked at the window too. “If you don’t kill that Vengas boy soon,” she said lightly, “he won’t just be a threat to the werewolf clan. He will become a very real threat to you and your future.”

They might ask for your kidney, and you’d already said yes, but I trusted Terzo. “The helicopter is heading towards the beach house. After my father and Alessio’s recovery three years ago, I bought that safe house from Moses, but we kept it in his name. My wife and I decided to renovate it, but the bunker remained the same in case of an emergency like this.” “I didn’t even know there was a bunker.” I chuckled. “What’s with you guys with your basement and bunkers?” He smiled, even though his cousin had just been shot. I guess living with the mafia got him used to danger. It was like Monday to him, but a terrifying moment for me. “My wife asked me if I owned a ballistic missile.”

“I know you might think I am making things up but I am not and for your own good, you better not try anything. unlike that day, there are men at the gate. They don’t know anything about you and they might not readily ask who you are before they pull the trigger.” Guns? He had men with guns? If this is Italy and he has men with guns, then he must be some kind of mafia boss. I wanted to laugh at his made-up stories but the chances of everything being true weren’t zero. “I will send someone to you. Tell them what you want to eat and they will get it for you. Because I don’t trust you to remain still, your windows can’t be opened from the inside. The door will be left open because the front door

With a sigh, I picked up the fork and poked at the meat a couple of times before I took a sip of water, just enough to wet my lips. The guards were gone, but I knew they weren’t far. The windows were sealed and the door was thick, it seemed heavy to push alone. I'm not thinking of running away. I don't stand a chance. Just like Alessandro’s men, the place was also guarded securely. Of course, no one can easily escape the den of the mafia lords. They were more securely guarded than the USP Marion. “You’re calculating. I like that.” The man got my attention. He leaned forward with his elbows on the table, amusement filled his eyes.

He knew from then on he and his family would have to move back to the main manor as it was the place where the leader of the mafia had to reside. Standing up, he took a step back and took one last glance before he and the others left the graveyard. On his way to the car he walked to his younger brother Mikhail and tapped his shoulder, stopping him of his tracks. “I want you to meet me at the manor tonight.” *** Mikahil was not too sure what his elder brother wanted to discuss, he had a vague idea of what it could be but did not dare to draw his own conclusion. He carefully stepped into the manor and stood on the spot where his father was shot. The blood had been cleaned but he could still im