The Mafia Boss Met And Never Forget Her Novels & Stories

I was Isabella Rossi, the future Mafia King of the North. … One day, just after I returned from an overseas business trip, my father summoned me to the mansion. As soon as I walked in, I noticed a tall man standing beside the sofa. There was something about his posture, something familiar buried deep in my memories. Then he turned to me and greeted, “Miss Rossi.” And I recognized him instantly. He was the man who had driven me home the day I left Vincent—right in front of that damn Japanese restaurant. I had mistaken him for a taxi driver, and when I realized my mistake, I tried to compensate him for wasting his time.

He must have seen the confusion on my face so he laughed softly. "I'm Brenda." I just said 'ah', I forgot. Maureen called her Brenda earlier. "Your face is familiar to me Reian..." Maureen said immediately, raising my eyebrows because of what she said. "What do you mean by that?" I was confused about Maureen. We never met before, so he couldn't have seen me before. "I saw you somewhere around the school." He said. "Maybeㅡ" "Ah right!" Maureen cut me off. "It's on the List of Mafia Bosses. There you are, you're the fourth highest mafia boss." Huh? Maureen's words made me think, but I immediately remembered Savienna.

He turned his back to her, facing the pond as he seemed to be deeply troubled by the thoughts in his head. "Why?" "She crossed the line, Short Legs..." "She's not part of the mafia? Why is she off-limits?" He turned to face her and took a few steps toward her to sit back on the bench. "Because she's with someone else." "Oh..." "Uhh." "Does she have feelings for you too?" Andy nodded, locking eyes with her as he continued. "Yes, she told me. But it doesn't depend on her and me. You can't mess with a mafia man's woman. Unless you want to die."

[RUBY] "Welcome to the Camorra, Mia Kaufmann," the Boss finally announced, lifting his glass of crimson wine. The room followed suit, the soft clink of glass punctuating the silence. Mia undergone the ritual, pricking her finger just as I had done before, her face unreadable as the dark liquid beaded on her skin. Of course, this was all for show—an elaborate dance to keep suspicion at bay, especially from Luna’s watchful eyes. Mia was not yet a part of the Camorra. Not until her mission was complete.

He must have seen the confusion on my face so he laughed softly. "I'm Brenda." I just said 'ah', I forgot. Maureen called her Brenda earlier. "Your face is familiar to me Reian..." Maureen said immediately, raising my eyebrows because of what she said. "What do you mean by that?" I was confused about Maureen. We never met before, so he couldn't have seen me before. "I saw you somewhere around the school." He said. "Maybeㅡ" "Ah right!" Maureen cut me off. "It's on the List of Mafia Bosses. There you are, you're the fourth highest mafia boss." Huh? Maureen's words made me think, but I immediately remembered Savienna.

Furthermore, I was currently standing when he came to me and handed me a bottle of cold water. "Thank you," I said in a low voice. "Sit down. I'll just take a shower, and we'll go out." "Okay, boss." I followed his order and went to the sofa. As I rolled my eyes, I saw a single picture frame on top of the piano. It caught my attention and I approached it to take a look. The mafia boss is in the picture, and he is holding a five-year-old boy. While one of his hands was around the beautiful woman, not only beautiful but gorgeous, like an actress. I think the girl is not Filipina because her eyeballs are sky blue. In my staring, I didn't realize that I was holding the picture frame, and I was s

After all, I hadn't said I love you in my current state to him until now. I smiled and softly kissed his lips. "Yes, I love you, Elian. A lot. But not enough to let you go." "But why? You know, I'm in the mafia," he mumbled. "Look at me. Does it look like I care?" I asked, and he actually scanned my face. "I don't know if the me with all the memories knew about your mafia business—" "You didn't." I narrowed my eyes at him. "Bad Elian. You shouldn't hide such important facts from your girlfriend," I scolded.

He was kind-hearted, a soft man, and above all, he's an independent man who will never ask for help unless somebody notices that he needs one. “Have you ever wondered about who you are before?” Gavin’s mother asked and eyed her. She was able to calm herself when she was just wearing that soft smile on her lips. The smile on her face faded a bit and became smaller. “I always do,” she replied and looked nowhere. How many times has she ever wondered about her past? She doesn't know. She already lost count. Gavin’s mother was only staring at her. She never knew that Amara Gabriel has a very small face. Her skin was pure and white. She doesn't even see any pores in her face. Her eyes were perfect

5 Jennifer Yesterday was strange. So many things happened and I couldn’t forget any of them, instead, they rewinded in my mind like a movie. from The moment when I entered the restaurant till the moment Andrea enlightened me he was a mafia leader—a dangerous, pathetic man who loved to kill people for fun—I quote such words for men who’re involved in the mafia.

They are somewhat similar, especially when you look at his dull eyes and impassive face. Rostam Lombardi, the son of the former Mafia Boss of Lombardi Clan. What could be the reason why he's looking all the former members of organizations led by his father? *** " Oh my gosh, he actually said that?! " Mariah couldn't believe what she heard from Catalina after telling the story about the confrontation she had with a man who gave her a huge amount of money in exchange for sex. " And you punch his face straight away? " Of course, " Catalina said proudly. " Why not? "