Novel & Cerita Taken By The Mafia Lord

I approached my father with a sense of purpose. "Dad, I'm ready for the mafia. I need the power to take down Chase and ensure our family's safety." He grinned, a mix of pride and excitement in his eyes. "Heaven, it's time. I'll call for an all Mafia meeting. You'll need to prove yourself, and once you do, you'll have the power you seek." The anticipation in the air was palpable as the heads of the Mafia families gathered. Chase, though visibly displeased, couldn't escape the gathering. The room buzzed with tension as my father took the floor.

Lancaster, isolating him from the rest of the room. Instantly, a dozen rifles were pointed directly at my head. I just tilted my chin up, daring them to try it. “Lower your guns,” Mr. Lancaster commanded, his voice calm but strained. He looked at me, searching for any sign of weakness and finding none. “Fine. You want to know? Chandria... she’s part of a mafia.” I stared at him, a confused laugh nearly bubbling up in my throat. “What mafia? What are you talking about?”

I replied, wiping my tears, as I avoided his gaze. Now he's got what he wanted. “ I'm washing their fucking hands off your body tonight.” Cassius gritted and started the car, driving with full speed. As he drove, my mind kept dwelling back at what happened back at the place where I was kidnapped. The Mafia boss who kidnapped me, called Cassius, Satan's heir. And as far as I know, there was just one Mafia Lord who is called Satan's heir in all of Tuscany Italy, but it turned out to be Cassius? How?

I frowned as I saw him walk up to us. Once the car came to a stop, the men swiftly got out and opened the back door. I tried to resist, but they were relentless. They dragged me out of the car like I was nothing, and brought me face to face with the Mafia Lord. "Remove that from her mouth, she's no captive." He said, like he had suddenly grown a conscience. One of the men who I later got to know was Leonard, by name gently removed the cloth from my mouth, and I took a deep breath, massaging my sore jaw.

Gianluca Martelli, an Italian Mafia lord based in New York could be seen making his way out of his company and into the car that was waiting for him. He was a handsome man with deep blue eyes that reminded one of the deep blue seas. He was built like a demigod, with height-6'5. He had a chiseled jawline too. His eyebrows were neatly carved. His light skin which was almost pale did well in complimenting his deep blue eyes.

But he looked wary, and I followed his line of sight. Papa had a gun with him all along, and he had shot a spot on the ground, right in front of Ralph’s feet. “PAPA! DON’T YOU DARE HURT HIM!” I screamed. And his father laughed, his gun now aimed at Ralph’s head. Ralph, upon catching the shift in the sly fox’s tactics, had already pull his gun back up and secured at his target’s chest. “Ralph Virtus is the Mafia King, Juliette. That means he kills people in cold blood.” His gun clicked, ready to fire. “So I’m just doing this in self-defence because he’s going to shoot me—.”

I mumbled to myself. "That's him, your target. Lure him to me and I will give you a new life to get married to whom you want by setting you free. I will sponsor your wedding." My eyes widened in surprise at his words and i was happy. I'm sure he'd see the excitement allover my face. Like who wouldn't want to be free, the mafia world is not like a market or business that you can walk in and out anytime you want. Once you are in, no going out.

He responded with a smile that could convince anyone that he actually was happily in love. I guess they all attend acting classes before being accepted into the mafia. “Do you Sarah Yama, take Lorenzo Doralga as your husband?”. He asked, facing me and my throat immediately became dry. If I say no. What would happen? I thought to myself, when the mafia man nodded to his right, making me look there, only to see a riffle pointed at me. “Y-Yes, I do.” I responded with a shaky voice. I guess my torture just officially started.

I snapped at myself “Did you say something, young lady?” “I-I said I’d pay my Father’s debt. Take me with you” “Do you know who sent me?” He arched a brow “Mafia, Vermont Cardoniss,” I replied sharply. A smirk crawled to his lips. “I’d take this one.”

A low, dark sound. “Looking for me?” His lips curled, amusement dancing in his expression. “No one in the world dares to come for the Mafia Lord, Princess. Forgotten that?” Nuella scrunched her nose, eyeing him for a few seconds. Such a boastful, arrogant bastard. In her world, she had never imagined she’d be involved with a mafia lord—aside from her own family, of course. Let alone being tangled with the head of them all. Her father’s best friend.