Sweet Encounter: Marrying The Strongest Mafia นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Marriage between you and me? You see that—how it sounds? A B S U R D.” “It’s either that or you go back to Zeus. And trust me, you don’t want to find out what he will do to you.” The back of my knees hit the chair. His arm snakes around my waist, catching me. “Have you heard of Ravens?” I nod. Who doesn’t know about the five deadly mafia lords who rule the world with an iron fist? And I know he is one of them.

Her words came fast and hard, each syllable landing like a stone in my chest. “No... No, Yes, I understand, but ...” “But what, Francesca? This is an opportunity! You wouldn’t just be his wife, you’d be the Luna of one of the most powerful Lycan families in the entire territory. And he already respects you enough to ask for marriage, not some scandalous arrangement like that disgraceful Gianni.” I flinched at the mention of Gianni, the memories of his betrayal still fresh and raw.

Kathy sighed "I just want the best for you ,you can stay with with far away in the city. " "I will be fine " I reassured her as I dropped the empty glass on the table . " We are running late !" Paco called out at Zayn. Zayn was still busy fumbling with his bow tie , he felt s sharp pain in his head as he searched his drawer for some aspirin . As he gulped it down with water he thought about how the wedding was going to be . He had heard stories of women in the mafia , comare's who had eloped with their lovers on the day of the wedding leaving the husband furious though he doubted that could ever happen to him but with Jean recent attitude no one could tell what the woman was thinking.

She tried to push him away, but he was too powerful. “Disgusting” she blurted. "Sofia Russo," the words rolled off the tongue of the infamous mafia don, Luca Greco, as he pulled her closer, his smoldering gaze locked onto hers. "Ex-husband Tony Moretti. Has a seven-year-old daughter, Isabella." Sofia's heart raced as she realized this man knew more about her than she'd ever imagined. "Give me a chance, sweetheart," Luca demanded, his voice silky smooth. "Let me take care of you and your princess."

begged me and made me promise not to seek revenge for him. I acted like the man I am, I keep to my promise for the long two years without thinking about konstantin at all even though that's very hard. Then when I am already done sulking. When I am done living in the past, the ITC men called me and makes me this proposal. I reasoned that getting you on my side will be a way better than getting revenge on konstantin. I know he would be furious and miserable when he learnt you have fallen for me. Now when I get down to new York and met you at the grocery store just across western Hall rent, I was surprised. I had thought konstantin would be drooling on someone not as you. You are way out of hi

His form eclipsed my dad’s as he stepped forward. “Your dad was foolish enough to gamble all his money away. He desperately auctioned you to bounce back. Standing before you is Lorenzo De Luca, the Black Rose of the Sicilian Mafia. Your new owner,” he explained, his face devoid of emotion. Auction? Mafia? Owner? “Owner? What is that supposed to mean?” “I bought you. Now I own you,” he proclaimed. There was definitely a problem, but it couldn’t be this horrible nonsense I just heard. Of course, he’s just messing with me.

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plans to action. 'Oh!' I exclaimed when he suddenly pulled me back, rolled us over and pinned me back in the bed. His legs carefully entwined with mine as his hand held my waist down in a way I couldn't make any single movement. What was I doing thinking I could escape from a highly trained mafia, I'm so dumb. 'Mmm,' he moaned, putting his face at the junction between my neck and shoulder. 'Where are you going?' 'To get something to eat.'

Elijah shouted back. He wasn't going to keep quiet and allow Eric intimate him because he is sitting on his couch… “I can't marry Jane or whoever is that, I suggest you ask for something else Elijah” Eric said, trying as much as he can to put his voice down because it won't do him any good raising his voice at Elijah knowing fully well the kind of person he is. In their Mafia world they know the people to watch out for and Elijah is one of those people not because he had so much power but because of William king, his father, however he won't let Elijah subject him or manipulate him into doing what he doesn't want to.

"Oh, yes. I would love to eat some Italian spicy chicken sandwich and some antipasti Micah listed her orders out and I breathed out at how much of a meal she had longed to eat. I turned the wheels to enter the other road, increasing the speed of the car. "Gentle Sullivan," Micah called, my name seemed to come off so easily from her mouth. "Yes, Signora," I replied and she chuckled. "Tell me why is Adam getting married so soon? He doesn't seem to like the idea." She started a conversation calling Adam like someone who had known him for months. "That is how mafia business works. We deal with marriages, childbirth, and money to settle a long-term enmity." I replied. Ignoring her questions would