The Don Mafia Mga Nobela at Kwento

Dom was making a name for himself in the culinary world, and Bianca also knew that the baggage he carried, being the son of the internationally notorious Mafia Don, Lucien Delano, came with its own weight. The immense pressure on him to succeed made him lose weight, and he looked hassled. This evening, Dominick was at the restaurant, looking a little more stressed than usual, as he looked around. The reason for his anxiety became clear as the doors swung open and the Mafia Don walked in, as commanding as ever, his demeanour suggesting he was the one ruling the world. And holding his hand, or rather, the other way round, was his Woman, the voluptuous Proserpina.

And after it was read, he kissed me as a formality. Our wedding was luxurious and cold as two mafia empires finally united. The two opposing sides of the mafia were presented at our wedding. Although it was full of fear and lies, my dad's people seemed to be happy to have me back. They probably never thought that I was alive and back as their temporary leader. Behind those tense faces, I could still see a hint of their relief. Unfortunately, despite the large number of guests, there was no chaos. I was desperately waiting for that to happen.

Five years ago, when everything settled down, I found out that Jules had left the country. I assumed that the issues with Cynthia was just too much and he needed a break. But he was gone for five long years.... "He hasn't been around but his businesses have been thriving these past five years, also, his mafia organization has grown more powerful. I heard that he got in touch with the Italian mafia and he has expanded a lot...." Dante said, his voice slowing down as he spoke. "Is that so?" A thoughtful look formed on my face. For some reason, I had a bad premonition. Something was about to happen.....and I had no idea if I would be able to handle it this time.

He had already been injured under my roof and was the person assuaging the Bratva from initiating an all-out war on Kyklos and with how distracted I am with trying to hold this organisation at the seams, I can't exactly afford a war right now. Plus, he needs to go run his own mafia. He has been absent for long enough, I am sure traitors are already nipping at his heels. The underworld has a hard on for mutiny, it's what keeps things interesting. I force myself to focus on the video, watching when Daisy notices Stefan. Her initial confusion then terror. The fucker on the other hand looks like he was enjoying every single moment of the chase. Unable to stomach it, I slam the laptop closed just

A word to the Sicilian President's people had the investigation closed quickly, as far as they were concerned Don Paolo was dead and that was all that mattered to the Islanders. The other Dons had called a meeting for the next day and when he walked into the room he was met by applause he stopped surprised blinking in the spotlight. Franco and Rocky came forward smiling at him, ‘Welcome Don Dante, the Dons have taken a vote and it is time to take your true place in the Mafia.’ They led him onto the stage and the applause grew louder, he was embarrassed by it now and lifted his hands to get instant silence lifting his head he spoke quietly but distinctly,

I told him. "Rick jogia!" He screamed "his name is Rick jogia! Please let me go!" He cried bitterly. Matteo steps up next to me, an iPad in his hand as he read from it to me. "Rick jogia is a Japanese Don, Samuel." "Rick jogia...." I mutter to myself "I've never heard of him before." "Apparently he is a Russian Mafia and he calls himself king. He owns an organization called 'Black Cocaine.' and he has no family that I can see here. His criminal records is clean too."

“You… seem to really like our boss. So even if I tell you the truth, I don’t think you’ll believe it.” “I’ll believe it.” Something about the look in Araceli’s eyes told her she already knew. Paula sighed. “He’s part of the mafia. Actually, he’s not just a pear. He’s the don.” Araceli swallowed. “Can you explain what that means?” “The mafia’s a criminal organization,” Paula said quietly. “They’re involved in everything—drugs, weapons, trafficking. They control businesses. Politicians. Judges.” “And… murder?” Araceli whispered.

I just wanted to go home. "The contract says if you get it right, I pay you 10 million dollars and get you off our neck. You land safety back in New York and we never have to see each other again." He said. One of the men came to us, placing a suitcase filled with money. Money wasn't my issue now, I had a very ugly feeling about this. I don't even want to think about it. "Why can't you do it yourself? You have guns and yet you get a girl do the job. I won't do it. I don't fucking need your money, just let me go home." He waved his hands and the man locked the suitcase and stood back.

This is only one of many reasons I am with the two of them. They are excellent providers and we will want for nothing, except maybe a little less drama in our lives, that is. Hell, who am I kidding? We are with twin mafia dons, there is no way in hell we are ever going to get rid of all the drama. We can just keep the drama and the men.

The child I held on to let out a cry, calling my attention that I was gripping his arm too hard. I glared at him and felt guilty when he whimpered. Poor kid didn’t deserve my anger. The man who ought to bear the brunt of it all, stood a few meters away, nodding at something some dude was bragging about. How could the public believe that someone as cold and heartless as that was donating to orphanages and doing charity? It was obviously a front. All pretense just so he could continue his shady mafia dealings right under the noses of everyone. “What the hell is that smell?” A very familiar nasty voice that I had come to hate almost as much as I hated Luciano’s annoying face.