Novel & Cerita Taken By The Mafia Lord

"No, no! Please! I'll do anything! I swear I…my father will honor any deal from now on!" Tyler paused, attempting to think about it for a while. "You think I'd believe you? The best I can do is keep your life. But since your father can't keep his word, I'll just take his most precious son away as my hostage. Before every transaction, I'll send him pictures of your 'situation'—see if he still dared to cross us." Landon turned ghostly pale, already imagining the torture he'd suffer. Desperate, he suddenly had a stroke of genius.

Justice, Mafia Style ______ "Let me go, you bastards!" Monica thrashed against the ropes binding her wrists and ankles, her screams echoing through the warehouse. The moment I stepped in, every man in the room turned to acknowledge me. "Welcome, boss," one of them greeted. Monica's frantic gaze snapped to me. "Leo?" Her face twisted in shock, then instantly softened as she switched tactics. "Leo, these people kidnapped me on my way to your house! I was coming to see you!" she cried.

Leo grinned, knowing that his offer hit me exactly where he wanted it to. “Speechless, darling ?” I nodded softly, almost like a robot. He lifted himself off the bed and came near to me. His body relaxing as It bent over, his face getting closer. His fingers gently massaged my cheeks. He whispered. “No matter what anyone tells you, do not forget, I am the OverLord of the Mafia. The one and the only boss. All of America is my turf. And when I want something, it's mine already. I… do… not lose.”

He leaned down. Up close, I could perfectly see his outline. I slowly shook my head, hiding how tense I was. My mind chose that time to remind me of what he was—a Mafia Lord. “Do you want to pay your debts?” I frantically nodded, gulping at the proximity. “What if I ask for payment with your body? Will you be willing to open your legs for me?” He placed his right palm on my left cheek. I recoiled, both at his questions and his actions. “I...”

The danger radiating from him was palpable, the weight of his stare both chilling and magnetic. I blinked against the blinding lights, my mind still foggy as I tried to comprehend the scene unfolding before me. Amidst the murmur of the crowd, the speaker's voice cut through, announcing the outcome of the bid. "And the bid for today goes to the renowned Mafia lord, Angelo Santoro," He proclaimed, and a wave of applause erupted around me. My heart pounded in my chest, my confusion deepening. Angelo Santoro? Who was he? Was I being Aunctioned by a Mafia?

"Is he dead? Is my father dead?" "No. He was taken and will be returned after you wed Fabian Belucci." "Who took my daddy?" My tears spilled. She wiped them with her thumbs. "Tell me! Let's go to the police! Why are we not going to the police?" "Mija, these people own the police. Your father was taken by the Mafia." Dio! Chris and Frank were right. I am a Mafia bride! "They came in the middle of the night... a dozen armed men. They beat up anyone who got in the way and took Giovanni. I don't know whether you understand this mija but you are a Mafia Bride. You can't run away from it. The only way out is if we all die. If that happens, we will be free but everything we own goes back to the Maf

I couldn't see the real beauty of the place where my nightmare began. “How's your back? Was it treated well?” Alessandro uttered. “He did take care of me,” I replied without looking at him. I admit that Logan didn't neglect me while I was in his territory. So it's difficult to say that he's dangerous, but the way he might be lying to me and those eyes he sends to Alessandro are far more sinister than a real kidnapper. Indeed, he's a mafia lord. Why am I getting involved with the mafia? They are the expensive gangsters, right?

I had only taken a few steps away when I heard his hoarse voice resounding around the warehouse, “Take one more step, Graciela and you would get the answer to your question you would find out why I am called the Mafia Lord.” He let out in a warning tone, making me shiver in fear, and I still in my movement, turning around to gaze at him in shock. Did he just say that he is the Mafia Lord, how the hell is that even possible, why is my life so complicated? Wait, if he is telling the truth, does this mean that I had an affair with the Mafia Lord? I looked at him in a daze as he walked over and came to stand in front of me, looking fixedly at me.

And with a swift motion, he turned his card, revealing a winning hand that shattered Matteo's confidence. The dealer swiftly pushed all the chips towards Marcelo's side, signifying his triumph. Antonio, ever vigilant, collected the chips, ready to secure their spoils. Georgina's eyes caught sight of Antonio as he discreetly delivered the chips to a man confined within a tall cage, overseeing their exchange.

Does this mean, mom is also aware of this too? "Is mom also aware that you're a Mafia?" I asked the same question running through my head. "I was a Mafia, not anymore. And yes, your mom knows that I was one before we got married" "Dad! What are you saying?!" "Years ago, while I was 16 years old, I got kidnapped with my best friend, Lucian by a mafia leader, Christopher. He was the most dangerous Mafia in the whole world then. We got kidnapped and were trained for four years to become Mafia. Christopher suddenly develop a love for me because I took out all plans effectively then one day, he announced he was going to pass the throne to me. He would like to step down because he wasn't feeling t