The Four Mafia Men And Their Prize Novels & Stories

For three years, Luca Valenti loved Adrian Vescari, the ruthless mafia king he was forced to marry. He endured his husband’s coldness, his endless absence, and the humiliation of being treated like nothing more than a political bargain. But on their third wedding anniversary, Adrian gives him the ultimate betrayal: divorce papers and a deal surrendering Luca to his greatest enemy, Enzo Moretti. Adrian believes he is discarding a powerless husband. He has no idea he has just handed over the last heir of a forgotten mafia dynasty. In Enzo’s mansion, Luca discovers what it feels like to be protected, respected, and given a choice. Yet the man offering him safety has secrets of his own,

"Birds of the same feather flocked together. That man has secrets. I will dig deeper and give the information to the club." The two men were almost done with desserts. They were talking in low tones but the audio on Beau's one-of-a-kind computer could pick out their words. They were referring to women as horses. "Asshole!" Dinara muttered. The former mafia leader needed money from the earl and as payment, he was selling one of his women. "I'm going to drain that motherfucker's bank account." The tzarina vowed. They shook hands on their deal then parted ways. Outside the restaurant, on cue, Otis and Baldy approached Jaime.

I guess I just needed to tell someone. Gianni lowered his hands. “Don’t let her slip away. In our lifestyle, she fits in well, and she is fierce. She is a keeper, and I don’t care what she says. She cares for you, too. Tell me, what woman would walk into a mafia fight and shoot three men without flinching for a man who made her a deal for her father’s life?” I chuckled, but my serious demeanor reappeared. “You know I can’t let you leave here alive. If I did, that would send the wrong message to others. They would think they could cross me,” I declared, still aiming the gun.

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.

Dana insisted. "I'm sorry for keeping a secret from you, Dana. But I hope it won't change your mind about me." Marcus nervously said, as he starts sweating. Dana gently held Marcus' hand, as she gave him an encouraging smile. "I trust you, Marcus." she firmly stated. Marcus took a deep, calming breath and he mustered all his courage to speak. "Dana, my grandfather, Michael Montserrat was the Godfather or the leader of an organized Mafia crime group, which is notoriously called as "La Familia." he started.

“How do I know which one’s a Made-man?” “They always wear black, and they have a batch on their chest. A spade.” My eyes widened. “A spade? Why wasn’t I told before?” “I forgot.” “Cole, you don’t forget details this important!” I snapped my eyes shut. “I have to go.” Spade. The men who had stopped the incident back at Mambo’s bar a few days ago had the spade broach, according to Harley. My heart drummed in my chest. Something was happening in the Mafia world that the outside people weren’t aware of.

Well, I’ll be damned! The lanky junkie pushed a naked woman off him, grabbed his two underling’s hands to pull himself up from the mattress, when the clutches of drugs almost dragged him back and the third man came forward to assist him. Taking his pants from the fourth guy, Mickey couldn’t stop sniggering. ‘Get everyone. We’re going to party!’ What seems like a decade later, he finally made it in front of the Mafia King and the sight of him almost sobered him up.

“Alessia, always the voice of reason. I just wanted a weekend getaway. Turned off my phone so we could enjoy some peace. I didn’t expect the entire Moretti search party to come looking for me.” We all laughed, the sound easing the heavy weight that had been pressing on us. Ivan pulled out a chair for his girlfriend and sat down beside her. “Everyone, this is Betty. She came all the way from New York to see me.” Betty smiled shyly but warmly, waving at us. Ivan continued with dramatic flair, clearly enjoying the moment. “Betty, meet my soft but extremely dangerous mafia brother, Dante. One wrong look and he might burn down a building. And this beautiful woman beside him is Alessia, my brother

Chapter 9 STACEY Bronze city five years earlier Stacey screamed loudly. "Shhh" Gino hushed trying to quieten her down. Her father's mansion was under siege, they had played into the enemy's hands Her dad and the rest of the crew had gone to the designated place of battle only for Marco's men to make a detour and attack their home instead. There were no rules as far as gang wars were concerned, either parties were allowed to deploy whatever dirty tricks they wanted, all in a bid to emerge as the victor. She heard heavy footsteps approaching the door where she and Gino hid and tried to suppress the squeal threatening to come out of her mouth. Gino cocked and uncocked his gun in anticipation, t

"We’re sorry! It was… it was only to pay our gambling debts!" The other man, his lip split and bleeding, whimpered, "We didn't know it was yours, boss! We swear, we didn't know!" “Giovanni, sir, please!” one of them, a gaunt man named Marco, pleaded, his eyes wide with desperation. “Forgive us! We… we didn’t mean it! It was an accident!” “Accident?” I repeated, my voice calm, dangerously quiet. I stepped closer, my shadow falling over them like a shroud. “Smuggling firearms and gold bars from the Treasury? That sounds less like an accident and more like a deliberate act of treason.”