The Badboy Meets The Mafia Princess 소설 & 이야기

Sia replied, throwing her hoodie over her head and started jogging. “You are a good fighter!” The girl suddenly hollered into the night and Sia felt a smile spreading across her lips as she continued jogging, not pausing for a moment. “Can you find out who she is?” the girl asked, relaxing back into her seat and rolling up the windows. “The underground ring is run by Bone Crusher, no one can run wild on his turf” the man seated at the passenger seat replied. “Really?” the girl asked pensively. “We’ll try to get any information we can get” the boy muttered glancing at the direction at where Sia had jogged.

making her shocked. . .. . The Mafia man is trying to be a Good Boy. Only for his love.❤❤ They talked little, some progress right?? Claire is really fighting her own battle. I wish Brandon gave her all the happiness but what if they came to know about his reality? Keep reading. Vote and comment. ❤❤

"Wait, everyone here know about that except me?" "Well yeah," "Okay tell me then." I demand. "Sorry princess we can't." "Why?" I whined. "Because..." Leo eyes darted from Ryan to Ivan. "it's dangerous and..." I raised my eyebrow. "And..." "and illegal." My eyes widen. "You guys are involve in that?!" I said loudly. Ryan quickly shush me. "Lower down your voice besides it's not as bad as you think." I looked at him with a bewildered expression. "You guys are crazy. What if the cop find out?"

This bastard seemed really determined to blow her head off if she kept screaming and resisting. Yes, what kind of dream did Bella have last night that she had to experience a kidnapping like this? It was clear to her that these people were members of a gang. Marco Vilante, as Darrel suspected, was a dangerous mafia leader. Bella never thought she would have to deal with these dangerous people. It was all because of that damn accident that led to her being kidnapped like this.

Salvatore. I gulp visibly, everyone knows about the deadly second prince Salvatore. His anger, his murders, his stories are what mothers tell their children to scare them off to sleep. He may not be the mafia prince but he has more deadly reputation around. I just glared and talked directly to the most dangerous man in this country. I instantly look down at my lap, I squeeze my eyes shut, he's going to burn my precious eyes. Oh god! "If you waste another second without answering me, I will not have mercy on you" the mafia prince Giovanni hisses, his patience is running thin here.

A boy stood a few feet away, watching him with open curiosity. He was pretty. No…gorgeous. Smooth, tan skin. Perfectly manicured nails. A cropped white top paired with tailored shorts that showed off long, lean legs. A designer cap sat atop his styled dark hair, a single nose piercing glinting in the fading sunlight. He looked about Noel’s age. Maybe a year older. And he was staring at him like he was an insect under a microscope. Noel frowned. "Uh… sorry, who..?" "So you’re the famous mafia’s pretty boy."

Even his name sounded annoyingly attractive. "Let me guess," I said, trying to sound casual. "He’s some kind of brooding bad boy?" Olivia snorted. "More like a walking red flag." I raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?" "He’s a playboy," Olivia said bluntly. "The kind who flirts with anything that breathes and leaves a trail of broken hearts wherever he goes." She rolled her eyes. "I swear, half the girls in this school have fallen for his stupid charm at some point. You’d think they’d learn."