Novel & Cerita Sweet Encounter: Marrying The Strongest Mafia

His hand stood out, stiff, commanding and imperative. “I’m not done yet so shut up, lest I pluck out your tongue” he growled. I froze. Tears formed in my eyes. I looked at Mamma but she sat quietly as usual. She never spoke when Papà did. “After getting rid of that thing in you, you will get married to Dante, the son of Vincenzo Tommaso,Capo mandamento of the Sicilian mafia.” My heart missed beats. My legs weakened and my eyes widened. I tried my best to hold back my tears but it flowed without gates, without boundaries, without control.

he growled, his nostrils flaring. "And you have no idea whose wife you are messing with. I am a Morelli, the wife of the Capo dei Capi of the Italian mafia. I have seen Dante kill and believe me, it is more gory than you can imagine. That man faces death like he has a second life. He killed all your assassins and cohorts that were sent to harm us in Mexico. Dante is blood thirsty and once he finds me, he will kill you all" I taunted them amidst my pain.

Sandro's chest rose subtly, then he stepped beside her again, pulled her into his arms, and without breaking eye contact with the flashing cameras— "Welcome to my world kitten" Then he kissed her. Not for show. Not for dominance. But slow, deep, and possessive. Like she was his anchor in a world of chaos—and he had no intention of letting go. The world watched. And for once, they didn’t see a mafia prince. They saw a man. And his wife.

that wondered There was no much cue when Edwardo got there but as he stood on the cue, people started leaving the que giving him the opportunity to get the ice cream fast and go back to his family. Although the sales guy has already seen Edwardo before but he was still surprised to see him again. That means the Mafia was definitely with his family,the man wanted to see Edwardo's family bu t he knew better than to let his emotions get the better part of him. Edwardo collected the ice cream and hurriedly made his way to his family,a smile plastered on his face which made people more shocked. The Mafia never smiled and whenever he does it wasn't always a genuine one like the one on his face now

But if someone found out, fuck, I am screwed. I an only twenty three and he had offered my hand without even asking me. He never would have asked. The thought of marriage never crossed my mind. Perhaps a couple of times when I was a young girl. But l always imagined of marrying a prince. Not the boss of the American fucking mafia. The American mafia was well known for its reputation of being manipulative and brutal. They were deadly, even was impressed. The mafia boss; I did not know much about, but only his name. I was to be wedded to Ace Hernandez.

But I don't dare to ask questions. "I can't ensure your safety, Principessa." His voice drops as he uses his fingers to move a few pieces of hair out of my face and he's so close that his breath tickles the skin of my nose. "You understand, don't you?" His accent slightly peeks out as he murmurs the last sentence and my insides melt. Woah. Butterflies erupt in my stomach at how close he is and his touch. Before I realize what he's doing. Alejandro Gonzalez was a mafia Don, which meant he knew how to manipulate people into getting what he wanted.

Scarlett changed her plan and instead of going to her bungalow she ordered her driver to take a U - turn towards the most expensive restaurant. "Hey! May I know where we are going?", Abeer asked, confused. "We are going for our surprise candle light dinner Mr. Handsome.", Scarlett giggled. "I really doubt your age now. Are you really a kid? I mean you don't act like one.", Abeer questioned looking at her. "I know I am special Mr. Handsome. You don't have to tell me.", Scarlett whispered and they both started laughing together. **** "Boss, you can't do this. I mean Neil Sir is not a good option for the next Mafia King. And everyone knows that clearly.", Liam said to Mr. Malhotra.

he interrupted, glancing at his watch as if this entire situation was just another business deal for him. “How?” I asked, unable to flow with the speed at which everything was happening. His lips curled into a cold smile. “I’m Cristiano Morano.” he said simply, as if that explained everything. I found it hard to swallow as I gathered my thoughts. This man… this man should be feared. Cristiano was dangerous, more dangerous than I had realized. The contract marriage was mostly for my benefit. Having a powerful man like Cristiano backing her would give her security, protection. But him… Why would he settle for someone like me? What was his gain from this? Was it because I used to be Giovanni’s

He asked as he peered at my face. My fingers moved to the hilt of the dagger strapped to my thighs. I didn’t want to have to kill him yet because he was the father of the bride, but if worst comes to worst, I didn’t have a choice but to end him. This was a mission that had taken so long to prepare, jeopardizing it now was something I couldn’t do. “Father, Dimitri is getting impatient. Force her down if she doesn’t want to come,” an extra voice came from the door and I instantly recognized it as Marco, Celestine’s older brother.

Bethany Carter was a threat he would personally exterminate. A few steps brought him to the door of the suite and his heart was already excited. If he closed his eyes he could see the bride's blood running on her hands while her eyes lost the brightness of life. He became excited by these images. Suddenly, he heard the sound of a fifty-caliber gun when the safety is disabled, and he stopped dead. -The wedding of a mafia leader is the meeting place that attracts other leaders of equal power. All enemies of each other. Not being prepared would be stupid. -Ciro shouted behind him, pointing a gun at his neck. -There is so much truth in that.