Novel & Cerita Surrogate For The Mafia Lord

She calls out from the door. “Don't worry Glinda, you don't have to remind me. I will never step foot into this wretched house to beg you or your whore of a daughter”. I enter the limousine and shut the door. The car drives off. Damien's POV “Sir, please. I will return every cent I took. I have a family to feed, please don't do this”. Marco pleads. He is tied to a chair. He is bloody, after being beaten to an inch of his life. He was in charge of my boys in the underground casino downtown, he had been embezzling funds from me for almost a year.

"Still wounded from the warehouse incident and alive at this point." "How did you get this?" "I have contacts. They owe me favors." He fast-forwarded. "Now watch." An hour later, the same two men carried bags out. "Body parts," I muttered. “They butchered him up.” "Probably. Van leaves. I traced the plates—stolen. It was a dead end but look at this." He rewound to when the men first arrived and zoomed in on the driver's face. I knew that face. DMITRI VOLKOV. Russian mafia. Mid-level enforcer. Did contract work for anyone who paid.

If they really need head to be safe, they think now was the best time to withdraw from the new MAFIA Lord and went back 5o Damien to apologise. This new MAFIA Lord was the best thing that happened to them. He was easy to pull massive dons of mafia to his side because of his simple lifestyle, which wasn't arrogant or dreadful. They aren't sure their lives would be protected under this new man because he has never pull a trigger at anyone before in their presence but his aura and presence alone even, will calm the storming sea. He's icy and cold while Damien is hot and fire. None of them wished to be consumed by Damien fire.

Tommaso I blinked and walked around the bench to sit on the other end. I’d debated the pond for a long time, thinking it might be hard to maintain, but the breeze and the wildlife made Paige’s question feel a little less lonely in the quiet. “What do you mean, why?” I asked. She threw her hands up then pulled the coat close again. “I mean, you’re in the mafia. A new crime lord, or Killian’s new crime lord, or what the hell ever.”

Even a minute late, and met your tragic end. " Luciano! Gather some boys and leave at the first stroke of dawn to all our debtors. It's time to collect all the money back and if anyone doesn't pay. You know what to do" Mikhail ordered. " I totally understand Lord Mikhail " Luciano replied with a bow. Luciano Pavarotti is more like the third boss in the Clan. He's not a werewolf but knows alot about them. Majority in the Clan are werewolves, while some aren't. While some doesn't even know that werewolves even exits in the world.

"My mom told me that their family was involved with some big mafias in Italy before they moved here. It was once reported but they were never convicted and the evidences just suddenly vanished. And you know what mafias do? Illegal doings. Plus mafias, in general, do have a lot of enemies since they get involve with different kinds of evil. I am telling you this because you are my friend and I don't want you to be in danger just because you are dating the wrong guy." I sighed in relief. The mafia thing is quiet creative, but at least it wasn't the one I expected, right? Though, thinking about Carter being in some sort of mafia makes me want to smirk. His dangerous appeal would really suit tha

Another shaky breath, and then "So, I went to the hospital, and the doctor mapped out my uterus. He found out that I couldn't conceive, and I thought that Mr Blackwood would let me go after that. However, he told me I signed a contract, and I had to stay with him till four weeks had elapsed. Mira, this man is a cold, obsessed, emotionless jerk who hates it when I touch him, and now another mafia boss has taken an interest and is actively pursuing me now." "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Mira replied. "Calm down, baby girl." I sniffled, hand coming to my face. I was mildly surprised to find that my face was wet with tears. "Oh, now I'm crying!" "So, you were asked to be a surrogate for Mr. Blackwood, and

"And what do we do to betrayers?" "We punish them," they all echoed. I pushed him back forcefully and he fell back to the ground with a grunt. Then I stood to my feet and turned to the wall for a moment. This was the hardest part of being a Mafia Lord: having to make sacrifices and reach compromises. If I killed him, it would show the others that I was far from weak, that anyone who betrayed his mafia gang would be punished. And yet, if I spared his life, I would be more lenient, and he would most definitely be grateful and bound to me for the rest of his life.

Alessandro introduced her to no one. “Are you that naive? This is a mafia family, of course, everyone involved knows there's a surrogate carrying the Don’s heir and that's you!” Nina declared. “I had no idea, I mean I've never met these people so it's okay if I'm curious right?” Nina walked over to the bed and perched her butt on the edge. “You don't have to know them sweetheart and curiosity kills the cat, The mafia is a dangerous world you don't want to find yourself involved in” Nina admonished with raised shoulders, loving the feel of explaining things like this to a naive girl like Louisa.

Lombardi without raising suspicion, and now, she held the key to gathering crucial information for Marcelo. The conversation ebbed and flowed, with Georgina using her charisma and intellect to maintain Mr. Lombardi's focus. Unknown to him, their exchange held more significance than he could ever imagine. As Georgina moved through the opulent event, her next target, Mr. Santoro, proved to be an easier mark. A young and ambitious entrepreneur, he was engrossed in the exquisite artwork displayed throughout the hall. His eyes sparkled with appreciation as he observed the intricate details of a captivating painting.