The Mafia And His Angel Novels & Stories

he went on, his eyes narrowing, “something is stopping me.” His words shocked me, and I stared at him, unable to hide my disbelief. Angelo—the ruthless, feared mafia lord—was considering helping me? Before I could speak, he held up a hand. “Don’t thank me yet,” he said sharply. “There’s more you need to hear.” I nodded silently, my fingers tightening around the hem of my skirt. He sat back, his expression unreadable. “The man you killed,” he began, his voice low, “was a retired clan leader. He was a rival of my father’s, so in a way, you did me a favour.”

He asked in a raspy voice. "Making a barrier, so don't you dare even dream of crossing this and touching me or else." He chuckled, "Or else what Angel?" "I will murder you in your sleep." "Blunt. I like it. He laughed. I sank myself into the sweet goodness of the bed and let the softness heal me. This felt wonderful. Now I'm glad I didn't sleep on the floor. "You know." I began, staring at the ceiling, " I've never met anyone from the mafia."

“But so what, did she accept?” "Of course she did. And... yesterday I received a call from the ANC, telling me that I would be the next to take the lead of the mafia, but I needed to be married, so I decided to put the good and the bad together." The Angels Never Fall, was the Mafia that dominated Colombia, Mauricio and I were just one more in the business of dangerous business. But behind it there was a boss who did not command us both, but still had the biggest voice among all the faction members, but Denfy was already too old and wanted to pass on the post, and as Mauricio was the one indicated for his efficiency in his business, he would be next, but he needed to be married to assume his

We have nine more hours to go. I just hope that I will be able to take care of my baby in this country with no drama. Honestly, I don't know the mafia leaders of America. I have never been interested because they are always so quiet and never start fights. When they have a disagreement with another mafia, it is believed that they sit down and negotiate a way to stop the war. In my stay in the country, I will meet with them at least once since I want to go back to assassination as soon as Jazzy turns two. I took my laptop and started getting into the American mafia systems. I needed to know how long from my mansion to theirs and so that I don't run into them without knowing who they are.

“The great Marco Vallardi eats street tacos?” He shrugged, looking more relaxed than I’d ever seen him. “Best tacos in New York,” he said, ordering two with a familiarity that caught me off guard. For a moment, he wasn’t the mafia boss—the man who had fired a gun in a warehouse hours ago. He was just Marco, with an easy smile and a casual posture, as if the weight of his world didn’t exist. We sat at a folding table beside the cart, under a flickering streetlamp. He slid a taco toward me, and when our fingers brushed, the contact sparked something in my chest.

Girl , I was scolding myself inwardly, I’d become so lost in my imagination that i almost thought that it was real. He stared at me, then I watched him get relieved from everything. He chuckled. “I think that the case is actually getting to me,” he muttered as he believed my lie. I let out the air I was holding the whole time. He’d not heard anything, nothing at all, and he’d believed my lie. “What case?” I was intrigued, How does Dante have a case involving him. “Well, I am working on a case about a drug syndicate lord called Dante Moritto,” he chuckled.

He really had changed, his once tough body now looked fragile under my gaze, his faltering fake smile looked clean like he couldn't hurt a fly. A church worker? I chuckled at his confident. My jaw tightened as I watched the same man who gave my father up. The reason everything ended that night. He was a priest now? I almost laughed again. The irony was bitter and almost beautiful. The man who destroyed my family now hid behind the cross, pretending to serve God. I sat down slowly, letting the anger sink in. So that was his new life? He now lives in a pretentious holy life? How bad because mine was different, mine was all about revenge and blood.

The blood spilled on my white dress and I guess that's the actual nature of being the daughter of a mafia and wife of the godfather instead of believing tears to leak from my eyes a smile embraced my lips. His body falls on the floor leaving the floor flooded with blood. Maximo and his crew stride inside they all watched me with a glorious face, their weapons dropped and they knelt on the floor showing a sign of respect, placing their hand near the heart they bowed their head and when they lifted their head they all gazed at me and said. "Welcome to his mafia world."

“I promise.” I placed my hand in her face. God I loved this girl so fucking much it hurt. “We’re not who you think we are Mil. We live two very different lives, one you’ve already seen and the other is hidden.’ I stopped taking a deep breath before I continued. ‘We’re not like you and Kacey Mil. Me and Orlando come from a different world from both of you. We have many enemies that either want it, take us out and ruin us or just kill us. We’re one of the biggest English mafia groups here, the Hemings a close second. We deal in drugs and firearms. The Hemings are our rivals, they hate us and they really hate us. Last night we had a shipment coming in. We both told Fletcher something was very w

A true fallen angel is not afraid of darkness, but appreciates it, adores it, and enjoys it. In the same way that in Colombia they prepared an exclusive party, where there were guests of all kinds, exotic, eccentric, etc.. The important thing was that they had money and that they collaborated with the illicit association that Maria De La Cruz was trying to lead, and that was also growing and leaving in its wake the personalized Mexican brand. That party was very difficult for her, since there were faces, images that had done her wrong at some point, that were not friends at all, but she knew that world had to be extremely cold, and that was how little by little she was becoming a successful