Surrogate For The Mafia Lord Novelas e Histórias

They have every reason to keep showing up in my space, begging to be wiped out of existence. A bunch of effing apes. They’re just so goddamn annoying, doing everything possible to get my attention. Chad flinches at my sudden outburst and turns to me. "The Lord of the Night? Isn’t that supposed to be a powerful mafia group that controls half of New York?" "Mafia, yes, but I’ll have to disagree on the rest," I grumble under my breath, sparing him a glance. "And you’re not allowed to say their name," I add, feeling more irritated by the minute.

Marco’s stoic expression didn't falter as he went ahead to reply. “My cat got sick and needed my attention." Matteo blinked in confusion. “Excuse me? You got a cat?" He asked in disbelief. A mafia lord got a cat as a pet? That was uncalled for. "Yes, I got a cat.” "And why did you get that demonic creature as a pet instead of a normal dog?” Ezekiel asked again. Marco glanced up at his father and smirked. “This cat is better than any dog out there, so she’s a keeper. But I might let her go someday." He shrugged and took a sip of the wine.

Third Person Pov: Thomas Allen is one of the most ruthless leaders in the mafia gang Hayden Wren heads. Its known as 'Python'. Recently, there's been a fued between the two, hence; Thomas moved to Dubai. The members of the gang thought things would dissolve over time... but it didn't. Communication seized between the two for the past two years. Now, Thomas is back to set things right.

I spoke while taking a seat on the couch across him. There was Charlie, his son sitting in the room. Well honestly I hate this stupid guy as he knows nothing but raping and molesting young girls. He is a useless fellow who gets to enjoy the title of being the son to a powerful man in the underworld. It is an utter annoyance to see that he will become the next mafia lord after his father! Pathetic as heck. Anyways, I waited for my Boss's reaction. He was looking at some data in a laptop that was placed in front of him at the table.

“What are you fighting for? Aren't you tired of those people, why are you still trying to prove a point. This is how your dad started and ended up going crazy, feeling threatened everytime because he was scared his own son might take his place in the meeting.” “Lorenzo can't you leave the underworld meeting?” “What are you saying Leonardo? Have you forgotten that there is a blood oath binding all of us together, we are mafia's. Even though some hide under their professions. If I leave I'll be their target.” Leonardo was quiet after listening to everything that I said to him.

What a way to die. My skin prickled with unease, but I was in too deep to back out now. I tugged my red dress down a bit, letting the neckline plunge as low as decency allowed. If I was going to catch Maruska Romanovich's eye, I needed to bring my A-game. Being a surrogate for a dangerous mafia lord without his knowledge? Yeah, not the safest gig, but the payout would be life-changing. A shaky, disbelieving laugh, and then I made my way toward the long, sleek bar. It was the perfect spot to get my bearings in this huge den of depraved elite.

"It's just that this...what you are asking..." "Sacrifices must be made for the greater good my friend." Don Matteo chimmed in, interrupting her father's chain of thoughts. "All it takes for this plan to fall apart us one tiny loop hole and that is what we are trying to prevent. By marrying your daughter into the family, you are openly declaring your loyalty to us, and by so doing you identify as one of us." "Haven't I done enough to prove my loyalty already?"

He knew there was a deep meaning in what he said and he wanted nothing more than to find out what really was in those words. "For as long as I can remember, Michael has been a thorn in my flesh. He tortured me and dealt with me for years both physically and mentally and you think I am going to allow him to die the easy way? Just like that?" Connor snapped. Bruno took a step back as if only just realizing who he was talking to. He had underestimated this man sitting before him. He had forgotten that the man sitting before him was a deadly man, a billionaire and a mafia lord who controlled thousands of men and thousands of properties and he knew not to talk to him anyhow he liked because he co

she said. “No problem at all. Just let me know the details, and I’ll be there.” “I’ll send you all the information later today. Thanks again, Summer,” she said before walking out of the room. What the hell did I just sign up for? I took a deliberate drag of my cigar, savoring the bitter taste before blowing smoke into the air, trying to calm my frayed nerves. “The Puppet Master is crawling through our territories like a fucking rat.” “He’s been provoking chaos in other territories as well,” Marco, the New York mafia capo, replied. “Shipments are vanishing, our men are disappearing, and our influence is waning daily.”

The short bald headed nigga that supervises the affair of the club grinned in excitement while showing his brown teeth. “Marcus right?” I asked him. “Yes, Don.” He answered proudly while trying to put on a brave facade but I saw through that. “You know my rules. I don't deal with human trafficking or slave trading. That's not part of my mafia dealings. I'm not asking you to stop. But the moment your stupid activity is traced to my mafia, I'll give you a long painful agonizing death.” I threatened while promising him something I knew he would not wish for. After threatening him and ensuring that they were all good, I made my way to my mansion hoping I would be able to prepare myself for tomor