The Mafia And The Nun Novels & Stories

“I know this is a lot to take in. But I need you to understand something: I’m not just looking for a nanny. I need someone who can protect her, who can be there for her. My world isn’t easy, and I want you to know the gravity of this role.” His words sent a chill down my spine, reminding me how stupid I was to agree to this. “What do you do?” I asked quietly, although I already had an inclination. “I think you already know,” he replied just as quietly as I did. I gulped. He was in the mafia. And with the looks of it, he was most likely a don. “I understand,” I replied, my voice steady. “I’ll do my best to ensure Francesca feels safe.” He nodded, a flicker of approval crossing his features. “

My hand touches the glass, and I can’t stop staring at Nolan, taking him in. “What is he doing here?” I whisper. “He knows it was us who landed on his property.” “Oh, my God.” I look at her, stunned. “I can’t go home.” “He doesn’t know about you.” “Then how is he here?” She sighs. “After we planted you in his organization, we arranged a bump to see if he had any interest in informing on his brother or other Mafia organizations he’s connected to.”

“You don’t want the answer.” “Don’t tell me what I want.” I poured her a glass of water and set it on the desk between us. “The Mafia isn’t a charity, Lucia. It’s a war zone dressed up in Italian suits. Women die here just like men do. Sometimes faster.” “So they were all just… collateral?” I looked her dead in the eye. “Yes.” Her lips parted, disbelief written all over her face.

"We fought to be here. My father married an Italian woman— the daughter of a Mafia Lord! We merged! We did not steal from you Italians." "But yet, the Spanish Mafia is dominating Sicily. Your mafia is dominating Sicily, your winery and vines dominate Italy across Venice, Sicily, even in Rome and who are those in your high ranks? Are they not Spanish? Hernandez?" He spat at Juan's face earning him a brutal slap. "I have worked as a labourer for years. What do I have to show to my name? Only becoming a supervisor of s vine section. Other Spaniards are holding high positions."

My voice broke, but I didn’t lower the gun. Ella’s smirk didn’t waver. She looked at the gun with mild interest, then back at me. “Cleo? A gun? Over a guy like Miley? How dramatic. Besides, I’m not the one who went and got herself tangled up with a mafia kingpin. You’re no better than any of us.” “Shut up!” I snapped, my hand shaking now, a mix of anger and tears clouding my vision. “You don’t get to talk to me like that. Not after what you and your mother have done. You both forced me into….”

Their eyes were too old for their faces. “The target is Massimo Vitelli,” Carter continued. “Don of the Vitelli syndicate. Calls himself a ‘waste management consultant.’ He’s a ghost. We’ve never gotten a wire inside his primary residence. Until now.” I looked up. “You want me to bug a mafia don’s house by babysitting?”

“Boys, do we need to teach Young Master Michael some manners?” Harmer looked triumphant as his men surrounded Yohan’s son. It turned out he was a relative of the nightclub owner who had perished in the flames the night Michael stole Luna away.

Nina admonished with raised shoulders, loving the feel of explaining things like this to a naive girl like Louisa. “So are you involved in the mob too?” “I'm married to a man who’s involved, so I have ties in it” Nina prided with a face full of smiles. “Oh” was all Louisa could say. She didn't fully understand how the mafia worked but their world seemed brutal and scary and even as Nina sat there with a kind smile, it was still hard to fully trust her. “We can be friends then…” Nina was all up from the bed as Louisa watched her squeal and surge at her with a slight hug.

Romano gave Alice a slight smile, which she returned as she let out a breath she was holding. “For the first time in history, the American and Italian Mafias are working together. We’re more profitable than ever, our enemies shaking in fear due to this partnership.” Viola yelled at Marciano as he held his head down in defeat. “Yet you two are more concerned with acting like children than doing what is right for your business.” My mother chimed in confidently. She might not have been born into this world, but she is one badass lady you do not want to mess with. Viola grabbed Marciano by his ear, pinching it tightly as she walked over to Alice.

The Don had only told her they were here for business, and the thought of what kind of business they were here for had been haunting her mind. It was no secret that the top mafia clans engaged in sex trafficking. Was Vicenzo part of them? From what she knew, the Lorenzo mafia clan never engaged in such, so was it possible that the Vicenzo, being the king of other mafia clans, engaged in it? Anna couldn’t watch such atrocity being committed right in front of her eyes, and she doubted she would be able to control herself if that were to be the case. Having never been to Madagascar, Anna’s eyes remained fixed outside the window, staring at the large skyscrapers they passed. It was a beautiful c