Romans & histoires The Mafia And The Nun

Ivyrose’s POV “A year ago it was all over the news how New York was finally Mafia free. The Mafia Dons and all their goons, along with all corrupt government agents were either all put behind bars or killed in the biggest entrapment in history, thanks to the genius of billionaire Christopher Stanford. He made a program that could hack…”

As soon as our car leaves the driveway my eyes drop closed and I’m asleep. Marissa and Antonio seem happy as ever with their two little babies. But Marissa’s transition from normal student to a mafia bride was much easier than Catherine’s is. I think it was good for Catherine to speak to someone who has been through almost the same as her. Please leave a comment and a vote!

I yelled at him through the receiver, hoping he changes his mind, but he only scoffed at my words, “Oh, please… Enough of the stupid sermon. You both got what you deserve, and I hope you both spend the rest of your lives in jail. Next time you won’t let me get this mad before you give me what I want. Imagine the scandal that would arise when the news spread around town that the Godfather of the Mafia is my brother, and his wife, Mia Remington is his accomplice. The evidence is irrefutable, I have it all covered. I’m taking you down, Copo…” he let out mockingly. He is standing by the huge floor-to-ceiling window, facing the busy street. My boys and I arrived at the hotel a few minutes ago, bu

] Alcina asked her keeping her voice low, Anton raised his eyebrow but said nothing, ‘Oh caro, abbiamo un altro figlio mafioso bastardo indesiderato?’ [Oh dear, do we have another unwanted bastard Mafia child?] The elderly Nun snapped scathingly, ‘Vorrei davvero che quelle persone disgustose smettessero di mettere incinta le loro donne se non vogliono prendersi cura di loro.’ [I really wish those disgusting people would stop impregnating their women if they do not want to look after them.]

"Yes, dear, but don't you worry. It's not as if it's a bad thing, right? You two can reconcile and act like sisters are supposed to. She can be the Donna, and you'll be her wingwoman. Oh, I forgot—it's now going to be under my control." He laughed cynically. At the same moment, numerous men, armed in black with a red skull symbol on their chests, marched in, surrounding the whole party. Before Dante and anyone else could take out their guns, they had been outnumbered. The shock of seeing that the same Giovanni who had been fighting against Dante was the same Antonio who led the American mafia hit me hard.

He leaned back in the chair and pulled a cigar out of a drawer while he waited for his new sex item to arrive. He had heard about the drama that unfolded at the restaurant and now he can't wait to see the girl that dared to confront his men. This was new to him. As the leader of a legendary mafia gang, Donatello Rossini, also known as "boss," was taken aback; no one had dared to speak back to his men, much alone look them in the eye, but she had done more, which infuriated him the most. *** Julia assisted her mother by cleaning the restaurant while the middle-aged woman cleared the kitchen. They were finished for the day, and she could not wait to take a break, even though she knew it would

She stared at me confusely. "Yeah lady Nun, you better talk now." Carla said. "Stop being loyal to your mafia, they can't save you from us." "Mafia? Wait, is this a mafia?" She asked. "Yeah it is. So you better start talking." Peter said. "S...so you are going to kill me?" "Yeah and I am going to send your fucking head to where you came from." I replied. "What? Don't do that please, the convent home isn't a morgue." She said.

"I think he's hurt. It would be best if you didn't do that to him. You should apologize to Trace." "He's fine. He wants to be an actor. He's my cousin, so I know his dream very well." Again, Calli just smiled at me. "Well, it suits him. He's handsome." My jaw tightened hearing her praising Trace. I noticed the older woman who was behind Calli and who was also talking to the nun earlier. She doesn't look friendly to me. I called Grec to order food for the children and the nuns. They were delighted, but that older woman still didn't smile. A nun talked to Trace, but I couldn't hear what they discussed.

A prime example was the Baldinis, the family of the future bride. Despite the glamorous outfits, the true nature of these mafia families was clear to those who could see beyond the surface. I knew all too well that men like Domenico Fanucci, who greeted the guests with a big smile, lacked the decency and empathy that made us human. I was exhausted from serving the guests their drinks and snacks. There was no time to rest as everything was performed under the watchful eyes of Madam Catherina. The only time I got to rest was when Liza handed me a tray with a single bottle of expensive champagne, which came straight out of the Fanucci winery.

I clicked the headline and waited for the page to load, my eyes wide with shock, my hands beginning to shake. ‘Shock amongst the Callaso mafia family of New york’ My heart begins to beat faster as I continue to read. ’Martina Callaso, daughter of the second biggest mafia lord in New York Sebastian Callaso has died in what is said to be a tragic accident’ Suddenly there’s a knock at my door, my heart skips a beat as I quickly lock my phone and throw it on the bed. What am I going to do? I’ve got to tell Luna that Roman and Santos are part of a mafia family, I feel like I am in a dream. I’ve got to get her away from Roman and I need to get as far away from Santos as possible. How could I be so