The Mafia's Acquisition Novels & Stories

I walked in after Kevin and sights Greg seating on his chair with a smile. " Glad to see me isn't it?" I asked with a smile. He got up from his seat and walk to me as he opened his hands welcoming me to a hug. I wrapped my hands around him, embracing him in a hug. " My boy, good to have you again" he said as I pulled away from the hug. " Now that you are here, we have to make a plan as soon as possible. I am afraid we'd lose more men if we don't deal with those Italian Mafia" he replied with rage in his voice.

There were seven girls for them to select from, and Samantha swallowed hard as the first old man approached her. He even touched her face, and instinctively, Samantha closed her eyes as he leaned in to smell her neck, causing her knees to weaken. Samantha wanted to curse him for his actions, but fear still held her back. "Mr. Chaves, you know the deal, payment first before anything like that," said a man named Ace. He was also the boss, but someone higher up was orchestrating all these illegal activities. "Haha... I know, it's just that she looks so beautiful and fresh, but I'll look at others first," said the old man, walking away and stopping next to Gwen.

And to worsen the situation, his bodyguards stood like statues, blocking the exits. Hannah, who had been chatting with someone at the bar, finally noticed what was happening. Her face went pale as she hurried over. "Scarlett?" she asked, her voice shaky. Then she looked at Liam, and her eyes widened in recognition. "Wait, you’re…" Her voice trailed off, and I saw the fear flash across her face. She knew him. Everyone seemed to know him. Liam DeLuca, the godfather of some gang, Europe’s biggest mafia—at least that was what Hannah had told me earlier today in class.

" On your right side. Turn the lamp on. " Catalina found the switch and pressed it. As soon as she touched it, an alarm went off. The pakhan snatched the gun from her hands and with one hand pushed her on the bed with him. She collided with his naked hard chest and now the gun rested on her cleavage. " Rule number 1 . Never believe a Mafia. " He laughed loudly and footsteps echoed in the corridor. The door opened with several men in there and one of them switched on the lights at last.

There are locked doors. "Are you finding something?" I jumped with a squeal hearing him. I spun sharply, my big eyes glued to him. It's him. How could I trust Willow and sign myself up for this? He's the famous, successful billionaire, most eligible bachelor. He's not just that. He's the mafia. He's tall and looks very strong, his suit fits him perfectly. His amber eyes stare at me. They're beautiful and dangerous at the same time. He's sinfully handsome.

For a moment no one spoke, only Nicklaus shortened breathing hummed over the call and then he voiced “when I said bring them to me I didn’t mean pick them up from a yard...” His words dragged out making sure Klaus got the hidden meaning but for clarity he added “...I meant steal, capture, torture, blackmail. Whatever it would take to snatch them from Juliet’s grasps, do it! Leave no stone unturned, find them and bring them to me!” His low but dangerous growls displayed the depths of his intentions, he was done with being logical, heck! The shadows of these unprecedented happenings is a game of madness and may the craziest win! He had long known this but tried to be rational, sadly that word

“No, the full chain. From logistics to overseas partnership. We need a front in Milan. We’ll start with property acquisition, staffing, and then product integration.” “Why now?” Lorenzo asked, trailing him as Raphael walked toward the building. “Because I’m tired of the bastards trying to outmaneuver me. I want a reach that suffocates competition before they even breathe.” There was a coldness in his voice, the kind that made Lorenzo wary, but also curious. “And what do you need from me?” “You’ll oversee it. You’ll make the purchases. Hire the leads. Send me reports weekly. I’ll forward the funds—millions—so make no mistake…”

All I had to do now was to lay out the hard facts in front of him and take away whatever foundation he was standing on from right under his feet. “There’s nothing to explain because all you have are empty promises, Angelo. Like any other business, a mafia needs a functioning business model with which they can make profits and grow. This is achieved by investing in stock market products, real estate, commodities, and other assets—legal or illegal. But you have nothing because you ran away from Chicago after it was discovered that you’ve been stealing from the mafia, didn’t you?” “What—what are you talking about? Who’s been feeding you these lies?” Angelo stuttered.

I know because you hack into corporate systems to pay for hospital bills. He knows about that. Of course he does. "So what? You want me to find your thief?" Yes. "Why would I help you?" Because whoever stole from me knows about you. They're the ones who sent that warning text. They want you scared., running. Easy to grab. "Why would anyone want me?" He just writes: That's complicated. "Then un-complicate it." Long pause. Then he writes: Your mother had something people wanted. Powerful people. They think you have it too.

I now belonged to him and his mafia. "Selling you would be easy but then again, I want to know what's so special about you. My father took millions from the mafia secretly and those were invested in a secret project he called the Jade Scythe," at that, I tried not to react. "It's you isn't it? Took me a while to figure it out but why would he invest millions in you, where were you for the last four years and why are you back?" Truthfully, I couldn't answer the last question but I knew the answers to the rest and there was no way I was telling him anything. I remained silent. He stopped walking and was now behind me. I could feel his body heat. He was so close.