Novel & Cerita The Mafia's Acquisition

He breathes heavily, gripping the top of the chair of the study desk until his non visible knuckles turned white with lack of blood supply. "I don't care." He assures himself. He wanted to think of it as a normal investment. It didn't matter if she was young. It was simply an investment. He spent money on her and now she has to work up to her potential. That's how the Mafia works. One doesn't merely hire anyone on the streets, only people with potential or people who have found it through some contacts and after they have been invited and proved to be worthy, they are paid handsomely for their jobs.

I replied with a serious gaze. "What do I gain when my daughter marries your son?" Amon was pouring himself another glass of gin. "Name your price." "Hand me your empire." "You know that's not possible, it now belongs to my son and know this. If you and your daughter try anything shady against me, I'll skin you alive." "How about you make me one of the most feared Mafias." Amon spoke with a small smile on his lips. "Deal!" I shook hands with him, immediately leaving his office. I had things to attend to.

He looked tense, which already told me this wasn’t a normal update. That got my attention. “Talk.” He handed me a thin folder. “The company we’re acquiring? You were right. It’s not just business.” I flipped it open, eyes scanning quickly. Names. Transactions. Hidden connections. Then I saw it. A surname. One I recognized. “Say it,” I told him. “It’s tied to a mafia family,” he said carefully. “Not just any family. One of the most powerful ones operating quietly in the region.” I closed the folder.

“Jake Devis Howard. He is a wanted man by the mafia. The FBI is also looking for him.” She heard what he was saying, but the only thing her brain caught was the FBI. “Do the mafia work for the FBI? Or does that work together?” “None of the above. Jake stole an important thing from the mafia.” His eyelids fell. “It's a weapon that they are developing; using it, he kidnapped a lot of ladies and kept them hostage.” “Woah!” Yulia exclaimed. “That's a lot to process.” A shake of his head was a reply.

"Is he dead? Is my father dead?" "No. He was taken and will be returned after you wed Fabian Belucci." "Who took my daddy?" My tears spilled. She wiped them with her thumbs. "Tell me! Let's go to the police! Why are we not going to the police?" "Mija, these people own the police. Your father was taken by the Mafia." Dio! Chris and Frank were right. I am a Mafia bride! "They came in the middle of the night... a dozen armed men. They beat up anyone who got in the way and took Giovanni. I don't know whether you understand this mija but you are a Mafia Bride. You can't run away from it. The only way out is if we all die. If that happens, we will be free but everything we own goes back to the Maf

She claps her hands with glee and says, “Bring everyone in.” I nod and do so as instructed. With all of us in the room staring at her, she begins.“The Lucchese’s did what all mafia families do. They legitimized. But once they started getting more white money, what did they do? They started a conglomerate - construction, paint, and manufacturing machinery. They then proceeded to list the company publically.” Shit. Why hadn’t I thought of this? I know exactly what she’s suggesting. “How much money would you need?” I ask her.

Of course, as the Italians arrived and formed communities they brought with them the Mafia and it did not take them long to establish themselves. Alfonso and Louisa arrived in Manchester after the end of World War Two, he was a Master Tailor and she was an expert lace worker, together they quickly established a factory and then another. They had three children, two girls who returned to Italy to marry the men they were told to marry. They also had a son, Mario who married the only child of another Italian family, Georgia joining the two families and starting the first Mafia family in Ancoats. Mario and Georgia had four daughters, two sets of twins, and just when they thought it would never h

I was just twenty years old then but I was so damn devoted to my duty as the upcoming mafia King to rule in stead of my father. I remembered my father's words. To rule the world, you must shed blood, son. Glory itself is acquired with blood, sweat and tears. The ancient diamond is ours and it's a task given to you. To get it, claim it and kill anyone that gets in your way. Morano Vincenzo was a mighty Mafia Don himself. As history had it. He wasn't from a Mafia family. How then did he get there? The moment he got the head of the chief of the Mafia secret affairs as ordered by his boss, all his boss's wealth became his and even his title.

As soon as my feet hit the grass of the garden, I take my shorts off and shift, running full speed into the trees. I am thankful for the family business being the mafia of New York. Giving us the chance to own the mansion and all of our land, not far from the city. It gives the pack over 200 acres to roam freely on while keeping a constant presence in the city. Our pack house is a stronghold for organized crime. It is only logical that wolves are running the mafia. We are stronger and more capable than the mundies, which gives us the upper hand in nearly everything. It is also nice to be basically bulletproof in this field of work.

It doesn’t matter, and he knows that he needs to get married to strengthen his family’s power if he wants to achieve his goal of making them into the strongest mafia family in New York. That’s why he doesn’t care if his wife is the daughter of another boss, underboss, or even consigliere. If marrying her will strengthen his family, then it’s what he’ll do. Until he finds a suitable woman, there’s no reason for him to not enjoy those offered up to him. It’s not about his own preferences. It’s not even about love or beauty. When preparing to take over a mafia family, none of that matters. Power is the only factor.