The Mafia And His Angel Novels & Stories

That man was lethal when provoked and deadly if his family is brough to harm. Nikaulas couldn’t let this matter slide. Angela was the string that was holding Spanish and German the two most powerful mafia clans together. She was the essential factor and he had taken the responsibility of safeguarding her; more like the responsibility was forced on him but still. Besides, she was the queen of the German mafia. Her name was associated with his. A scratch on her would be a scratch on his pride. And his pride was something he cherished dearly. “Get the jet ready,” he instructed Stefan while patting his pet. He was flying back home. He will have to take the bull by its horn.

“I knew exactly who Dario was.” The mention of his name made my chest ache. “He loves you, Fina.” I laughed bitterly. “No.” “He does.” “If he loved me, he wouldn’t have done this to you.” Silence. Then— “That’s the mafia.” I stood immediately. “Don’t tell me shit about the mafia.” Angel sighed. “We were born into it.” “And now we’re suffering because of it.” My voice cracked. “I got married to a man who treats me like a possession.”

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

And the day Angelo invaded and hijacked her wedding to the love of her life was only a more personalised confirmation of an age old legend of Angelo’s notoriety. Over the months she had stayed in Angelo’s home, Moira had noticed nothing but even more confirmation of the shadiness of the mafia boss’ dealings. The armed men at the entrance, more armed men strategically planted all around the mansion, the weird butler who served in an almost deserted mansion, and the all-weekend disappearance by Angelo himself- they all supported Moira’s beliefs about the evil Angelo Manzini and his notorious crime gangs.

"I’m sorry, Aria." He kissed her hair, her forehead, her cheeks, desperate and wild. "I thought I was protecting you," he said. "I thought... I was wrong." She pulled back, searching his face. For the first time, she saw the cracks in his armor. Luciano Moretti — the brutal, unstoppable mafia king — was shaking. "I can't lose you," he whispered, cupping her face with bloodstained hands. "I can't." Aria’s heart cracked open.

Emily's desperate hunger for me, her sinful little moans and praises in bed… it made me feel like a God! And besides, I wasn't the same scared little boy anymore. My deals with the mafia were paving the way to the top, and my family’s business was thriving. Archie Watson was becoming more influential and powerful! The same kids who used to kick dirt in my face now bowed their heads when I walked into a room, their fathers shoving them forward to apologize and grovel for contracts. Money was my armor, and I didn’t need anyone to protect me. Even Miley had ended up needing my help.

Vin gave Callie enough time to get changed and finish her waffles before two men enter the dining area. Callie recognized the taller one, Raleigh, from the arena. Without the tapes around his arms and anger marring his features, he looked young—almost too young to be associated with the mafia. His face was bruised, but he held his head high with pride. “Boss, I thought we had a talk about not killing our clients?” the stranger said, his tone was patronizing, but he had a smile on his face. “Seriously, man. It’s bad for business.”

He gave me a short description. My blood boiled in my veins. I couldn't control my anger anymore, " What kind of a mafia you are! If you let him blackmail you. " I seethed and punched in the face. I heard Maya screaming. Blood oozed from his nose. I waited for him to punch me back. Which never came. " Listen, brother, I know you are angry with me. " He said, running his thumb on the blood slipping down from his nose. " Brother. " I frowned.

When the red haze of fury finally cleared, I found myself standing over Helena's prone form, my hands sticky with blood. The warehouse had fallen silent, the fight over. But the real battle, I realized as I turned to face Aliyah's shocked gaze, was just beginning. Aliyah Sundane The world had tilted on its axis, everything I thought I knew crumbling around me. Alessandro, my Alessandro, was standing before me, his hands dripping with blood, his eyes wild with a fury I'd never seen before. Mafia. The word echoed in my mind, alongside the images from the folder Helena had shown me. Newspaper clippings of gang violence, photos of Alessandro with known criminals, documents detailing illegal oper

“They hired a Russian mobster who played me horrible. I managed to turn the situation around and not get so hurt, but this one is capable of anything. It's a real animal. Jesus, Jesus, Jesus. “Do you understand why I really need someone to trust, Mina?” He asks me in his broken voice. “I feel like everyone wants to hurt me. I've done horrible things in my life, but this last time I've tried to fix it by getting all this shit out of me, trying to cut ties with these people, but they're the worst scum that can exist in the world.” “Black... That Russian mobster who played you is…” “Yes, Mina. He's Mikael Sydow's own son of a bitch.”