Surrogate For The Mafia Lord Novels & Stories

The tattoo. It was a small, faint design, but I recognized it immediately. A jagged dagger inked just above the bone, paired with an expensive gold watch that gleamed even in the grainy footage. No. No, no, no. It was him. The man I had seen a month ago. The same man I had positively identified after long hours of squinting at grainy security camera footage. The same man who had been dragged, or rather, should have been dragged, into questioning for the brutal mafia murder back in Northvale.

she says. "You want me along?" Jay asks as we step into the metal box. "You'd better." She's focused on the closing doors. "If Valeriya calls her father to tell him I threatened her, there might be trouble." "Who is he?" I say. Her eyes twinkle in amusement, a smile playing at the edges of her lips. "Russian mafia. Your favorite." "Think they could have taken your product?" I suggest. "Doubtful. They use my business in Russia to clean their money. But it's good to be sure." As the elevator doors open, she exits.

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

Charity demanded once Milet removed her hand. Milet glared at her, exasperated. “Charity! Of all the people in this club, you had to bump into him?” “What’s so special about that guy?” Charity asked, frowning as she rubbed her temple. Milet dragged her to a quieter corner outside the club. “Listen to me: if you ever see that man again, avoid him at all costs. He’s part of the Mafia. He’s involved in all sorts of illegal activities. He’s dangerous, Charity—a monster! You’re lucky you didn’t provoke him.”

Serena's POV "What are you not telling me? I demanded. Gabriel chuckled nervously and stood up. "I just don't want you to get yourself in trouble. Adrian is the head of the Mafia family in Sicily which means he's a very dangerous man. He's got eyes everywhere and will not be happy to find you looking in his business. So I don't think you should keep sniffing around." He explained. I exhaled in frustration. "But if he knows something about my father's death, then I want to know it too." I protested.

I know we all want to know what happened next on Lidia and Bruno’s part but why don’t you grab a box of popcorn and let journey together into the mafia world part. Thank you for reading, you all mean a lot to me. And let me quickly remind us of their names again: Bruno the ice king Lorenzo the tall man Matador the blacksmith Alarico the balancer accountant Gennado the old wolf Salvatore the ghost money laundering Gravino the cleaner

So, the devils had planned an illegal Surrogacy with the poor teenage maid who worked in their big mansion. The car stopped in front of an isolated cabin in the middle of woods. He asked his driver to leave. Mazov walked carefully on the broken stairs. With more cautious on the door, he creaked it open. After finding his favorite spot in the corner, he relaxed a bit. The pakhan, Pakhan and Pakhan. But right now, he was just Mazov. A simple man with a horrible past.

"Sophia believes you will marry after she finishes school. Mafia law states that a Capo should be offered the purest of females, both in blood and virtue." I laughed in surprise. She read our code book. Where did she even get one? "Yes, but it is just an offering. One I don't plan on taking. Tommy told Sophia they had to wait until after school. She thinks that is true for me too. Despite me sending her away, her father drills it in her head that she is the best choice and that I will eventually take her as my wife. As far as mafia code, that was written centuries ago. It is like the Bible. Christians don't run around whipping their disobedient wives, do they? It isn't to be taken literally

Even during the time of my mentor, when we were unable to find much information about the Alveraz Italian Mafia Group, we were as good as it could get. Marridge, isn’t it a feeble attempt? Or is it the best one someone got under their side? It will keep my brother not only with me but also in front of their eyes. They can blackmail me, use me, or do anything, making sure that if it ever comes to legal formalities, my words will mean nothing and I could easily be thrown under a bus. Beyond the words that he wants revenge on the Russian mafia, what about after it? I rub the back of my neck and the sides, making sure there is no blood left. A hand suddenly comes around me; instinctively, I turn

Another sip. “The names for what I do differ and there are many out there, but to put it simply I am the head of organised crime. Now, of course, this mustn’t frighten you. You know your father got into trouble with bad people, right?” I didn’t know if it was a rhetorical question, so I carefully looked up and when I saw him waiting I stammered quickly, “Y-Yes, my lord.” “But to put it bluntly they call me The Mafia Lord. It’s a funny title, but it’s scares you humans enough so I let them have it,” Dimitri chuckled darkly.