Romans & histoires The Mafia Heir

And that, for some unknown reason, breaks my heart. For god’s sake. I’m a mafia leader. I rose through the ranks by acquiring the best pieces to sell underground, and most of those acquisitions have not been pretty. I have a lot of blood on my hands. I’ve watched countless people beg for their lives in front of me. Killing is nothing to me, may it be human or werewolf. . . . Yes, werewolf. Because on top of everything that I have to deal with as a mafia leader, I also have to worry about my status as an Alpha Heir.

My eyes dilated,a part of me wished him to prove my speculations wrong and we'd be only cutting all our ties from the famiglia but my husband's heart and mind was a labyrinth, the more I try to read him,more he confused me. "I'll be taking over the American mafia organization as soon as your father will be out of the picture, since Chase has no interest in this shit, you're his legal heir because he hasn't disowned you. The Italians will soon face a new challenge rising on the horizon of their dead end."He said, his blue eyes fixed on particular nothing but I knew this man, once he made a firm will to achieve something, there's no backing out until or unless he taste success or failure.

Naoh relax on the bed thinking about hos life, "Honestly speaking he can't believe he's a Mafia heir but then he's so sure he is cause it's like the old part of him suddenly return back to his body. Right he doesn't need to let anyone knows he's a Mafia heir since he has new face, he's sure he's lame brother was the one who set the plane in fire. That's how much he wanted to be the heir, it's through he wanted to be the heir then and everything revolves round him when he's still the Mafia heir but right now he didn't think he need those life's anymore. Looking back at the souls he has taken and so many cruel things he has done he decided that that life is not

Or so I thought… I am Leonard Achiel De Mapiol, the first son of the greatest mafia in the country. Not only are we known here, but my father was also branded as one of the deadliest leaders in Southeast Asia. All was going well until Kierro found my father lying unconsciously with his mouth bubbling. He was poisoned, and I am sure that the suspect is inside the group. The security inside the house is severely tightened, and no one has successfully assassinated the past leaders of the group. My mind is completely set out; the mole is just a step away from us. I need to know who that person is before he completely snatches the power from my family’s hard-earned work.

As he considered the evening's conversation, a smug smirk adorned his lips as he reveled in the cunning of his silent plan. The Russian mafia boss's father had established an intriguing precondition for his son to inherit the family empire. He decreed that his son must find a suitable wife and gave at least, an heir before he could claim his birthright. Given this mandate, the mafia boss found himself in a perplexing situation. Asa, the captive woman, had unexpectedly stirred an arousal in him, something that no other woman had managed to incite. This unforeseen connection made him contemplate Asa as a potential life partner and perhaps, he already has an heir, Alfred.

"You're one lucky son of a bitch, do you know that?" I turn my head slowly, ignoring the painful flare running through my body. As soon as my eyes land on him, I groan again. He sat in the hospital chair next to me, leaning backwards with one foot rested on the other leg. He doesn't look happy. The eyes of Mr. Lambardi, a mafia gang leader and my only father.

The real world wouldn't wait, and the longer I hid, the harder it'd be when I finally faced it. And what if I never went back? I shut that thought down before it could take root. The Morgan empire was mine to inherit, for better or worse. Walking away wasn't an option-not with my father's health hanging by a thread and our business teetering on a precarious balance between legitimacy and legacy. I was the heir, the one who was supposed to pull us into a safer future, to shift our focus to the legal fronts and cut back on the risks. If I could build on what we already had, maybe I could protect our family, lessen the danger. Without me, the empire would eventually collapse, torn apart by infi

I simply stood behind my father and did my best to remain as stoic as I could. Soon, the Mafia Lord offered to have a discussion with my father. They were both walking towards the same room again, but I caught my father by the sleeve. “You promised!” I said in a strong tone. My voice was adamant and unwavering. “Very well…" He sighed, as though I were a bother to him. Better alive and be bothered than be dead. “Don Mancini. If you may, my daughter would like to join us to engage in the meeting. She is to be the heiress after I'm gone and would like to familiarize herself with the traditions” he said with a smile.

I look at each of them and he looks down, oh this better not be what I think it is. “Your parents and brothers are the heads of the mafia and cartel. You are the heiress to an old mafia family, known as the DeNucci’s,” I blink, trying to register what he is saying. This can’t be true? Can it? What I’m some kind of mafia princess?

I just sat stabbing the porridge in with a bored face, “Wish my dad would snuggle in some chocolates right now.” Tasi laughed beside me while lowering her head, “ I'm not sure he even knows that you're here.” I scoffed, “ Of course he knows, don't be surprised that he gave out the order for us to be placed here in the first place.” She shook her, “ sorry to say this but your dad is a sadist, if my dad was a mafia leader he wouldn't do shit like this, I mean you are his heir.” I nodded, “ You don't have to be sorry, you can bad - mouth him all you want, i wouldn't even care.”