The Mafia's Acquisition Novels & Stories

"Yes, it's quite a complicated story. I asked for Dante's help to escape from him, believing Dante would grant me freedom, but now he seems reluctant." "Oh dear." I turned to her, puzzled. "What do you mean?" "Dante will never release you. You're precisely what the Conti mafia requires to seize control of Atlanta. Everything is clear now," she explained. And then it dawned on me that I was in deep shit.

Kira spoke in a whisper. “Yes, he inherited it. His family has been alpha and mafia kingpin for six generations now. His father inherited South Africa, but when boss was fifteen, he expanded the empire to the entire continent. Did you not feel the aura of power when he was there at the Hew. He bought you even when bidding was over and no one dared to counter?” “Mafia kingpin?” Kira swallowed. “Yes, entire governments turn over at his say so, do you know that,” Taron added to emphasize.

"Who master Max?" "Nothing." How is that woman knows that Omega? Maximillian asks himself. After an hour of travelling, Maximillian arrived at the manor of his clan, where Nostra Adamus mafia clan can be found far away from the city. Legis opened his door for him, when Maximillian got out of the car, his waiting people immediately bowed and greeted him, Maximillian walked straight ahead with Legis following him in the back. "Did Mr. Sanchez, agreed on our terms?" Maximillian ask.

She said with a smile. “Hmm, Lydia, we kind of need your help.” Eddy said nervously and Lydia raised a brow curiously. “With what?” “We need you to help us kill someone.” Eddy said and Lydia froze. “What?” “Okay, take a seat.” Eddy said and pulled her to sit. “Have you ever heard of mafias? Russians? Drug lords and dealers? Assassins?” Eddy asked. “Yeah, yes I have.” “Good.” “Whats good about it?”

Five guards step out of it, and fall into step behind me instantly. With my phone in a pocket, and a pistol in my hand; eyes filled with deathly fury as we approach. The moment I step in, the sight before me makes my heart stop. Not because its new, I've seen thousands of dead bodies, it was worse after an all out war between two ruthless mafia Lords. What made my heart stop is the implication. "This is a lot." I mutter, noting the extent of damage that had been done. The thought of innocents being murdered, and killed for something they didn't do or had no idea of; makes my heart ache.

**Vanessa’s POV** "Woah!" I exclaimed as I fell into the arms of a strong man. Luckily, he was quick to catch me and steadied me. I turned around to face the man, who had a well-chiseled face, piercing blue eyes, and a strand of hair falling over his forehead. How did I know he was part of the mafia? Maybe it was the distinct tattoos and the rings he wore that gave it away. "Hi..." I stammered.

I was now his and his mafia's property. Selling you would be simple, but I'm curious as to what makes you unique. My father surreptitiously received millions from the mafia, and he put those funds on a project he named the Jade Scythe. I made an effort not to retaliate at that point. "Is that you, then? Why would he spend millions of dollars on you? Where have you been for the last four years, and why are you back? It took me a while to realize that.

“He made it his obsession to find it. Eventually he learned it was in Julio’s possession. He’s been expanding his reach in the mafia ever since, so that when the journal finally lands in his hands, he’ll have the muscle and resources to use it. That’s why he’s circling you now like a fucking vulture. Julio’s gone, so you’re just an obstacle in the way of his prize. And make no mistake, Rose. He won’t hesitate to dispose of you.” I went back to my chair and slumped into it, my body heavy and my expression flat with shock. As if having my father murdered, being on the edge of losing my father's company, now I was in the middle of some dangerous mafia shit. It was too much. Too fucking much. To

I stood alone at the entrance, unsure if I should go inside or not; after all, I didn't want to see Sarah, but at the same time, I didn't want to leave that girl alone. However, just as I had decided to step inside the mansion, my phone vibrated. I quickly pulled it from my pocket and looked at the screen with a grimace of intrigue; it was Salvatore, one of the majority partners of the Holding, the financial arm of the mafia that Killian ran in the shadows. "Speak, Salvatore," I said, leaning against the car. "Who the hell is that girl, Caleb?" the man barked without a greeting. "The rumors say Killian has a Sterling living under his roof. Has he gone mad?"

Lorenzo glared at Rafael. "What do you want?" He hissed, eyeing the two unfamiliar men in white overalls. Rafael smirked, "I'm here to reclaim what's mine. And also take what's yours." Lorenzo furrowed his eyebrows. "What do you mean?" He asked. Rafael chuckled, pulling out a cigar out of his pocket, lit it, then put it in his mouth. He inhaled the smoke. "Your family took what belonged to my family. The American Mafia. And now I'm here to take it back and also rule over the Italian Mafia." He said after he had puffed the smoke out his lungs.