The Mafia And His Angel Mga Nobela at Kwento

It made him lose his temper again and he threw her onto his bed taking her regardless of her frightened screams he had to make her see she was his now and he would force her to accept it. They had all grown up together, Giovanni and Carlos were cousins, almost all the Mafia families were related in one way or another and Angelina was a beautiful English teenager who had captured both their hearts. She had arrived in Sicily with her friends for a working holiday and never gone home. Both men fell in love with her the first time they met, she was helping pick the grapes from the vines on one of the Mafia vineyards. They had gone to help too on the orders of Carlos’ Uncle, the current Mafia Gr

“Now listen very carefully,no one speaks to me in that manner,not even the Mafias. I wrecked you? Do you know what your little bitch self had done to me? You are the manipulator here! I have been out of my mind recently and it's all your fault…you keep occupying every single place in my head (he tightened his grip)..I can get rid of you anytime,and trust me no one in this city and country would suspect me and your body will not be found. We made a contract..I saved your ass many times you ungrateful slut,now let me warn you, you better not push me to the wall! Drive me crazy one more time,you will be forgotten,your little nieces will be my toys as soon as they are of age” He released her. An

Never second-rate. The underworld deals with blood, drugs, and money. All of the superior quality, nothing of inferior origin. A dark chuckle escaped Arcangelo as he stood up with the pages crumpled in his fist. "You expected to get away with this, didn't you?" Arcangelo cackled at the man. "Did you really think you could double-cross the most ruthless Mafia household?" "I-I-I" The man shrieked as he yelled something in a foreign language, his sentries standing with their guns aimed at Arcangelo's men who instantly took aim as well. However, they were outnumbered, 2 to 1.

But in reality, they watched silently as everything fell apart around me. I stood up from the floor, lay down on my bed, and took a deep breath. Salvatore is my only hope. I have to make him fall for me again. I did it once, and I can do it again. I need to find out who Romeo and his men sold that woman, Angel, to. I'm sure she's just being used and exploited by whoever that is. The new boy at Narciso's mansion didn't mention anything about the syndicate or whatever loan sharks they owed. All I know is that Angel fell into the hands of people who are ruthless and corrupt.

“I apologize for taking so long.” Levi shrugged his shoulders, sharing a knowing glance with Zephan. “Would you do it or should I?” Zephan responded with a curt nod. “Go ahead.” The spy's eyes widened as he took in the sight of the Grand Brothers. He knew he was doomed. “Please….” He was paralyzed in his seat, looking up at the faces that spelled his demise. He heard stories, tales of the men who were called the angels of death. Mafia lords of the Graham group, ruthless leaders of the most powerful gang in the city.

Warning: Violence ************ Alessandro When Angelo called me saying he saw Lucifer and his men near the store, I knew things will be rough. In the mafia, you cant enter each other's territory without taking clearance from the other, which was definitely not given by me. I don't know why Lucifer is behind Maria when he knows she is to be mine. I had told all in the mafia not to even look at her in the wrong way. Clearly, he didn't get the memo.

I was so removed from the reality of it that somehow I had forgotten they existed even. I never thought I’d have to deal with it. When Angelo had killed my father, I had assumed he was a man who was simply angry, a man with a lot of power. Now that I knew he was in the mafia, not just in it, he was Don, it all made sense. His loyal men, the police…

None of them looked younger than twenty-four, meaning I had to be the youngest. The mansion belonged to one of the most feared men in the city, Domenico Fanucci. Although he tried covering his tracks behind a family vineyard and brewery, everyone knew him as one of the most ruthless and notorious mafia bosses. His sons had quite the reputation in the city as well, and it was not a good one. There was the youngest brother, Dante, known for his playboy ways, the middle child, Gian, known for his lack of manners, and at last, the oldest, the heir—Alessio, known for his hideous temper, cold aura, and handsome looks.

ADELE'S POV I sat a few chairs from Angel who had his head buried down into his plate. I was finding it hard to understand what exactly he was up to. First a kidnap, and then he was willing to let me go wherever I wanted as long as I returned to him. And to crown it all up I was seated at his dining table with varieties of food around me and a weird looking lady who wouldn't stop throwing glances at me and giggling mischievously afterwards. The Mafia boss or rather Angel didn't seem to care about my presence and I wondered why he wouldn't let me eat in my room.

He asked me. “So you’re looking for something serious then?” I asked back, earning myself a defeated sigh from him. “Listen Cole, you don’t need to tell me exactly who you are or what you do but given the reactions you have gotten from people I kind of have an idea, therefore I don’t want any part of it.” I state and before he could say anything I stand up from the booth and quickly walk back into the kitchen, letting a few minutes pass before going back outside but when I do, I see that the booth that we were sitting at is now empty, hating the feeling of disappointment that I was mustering up from within inside of me. I sigh, biting my lip as I walk over to the booth to pick up the mug he