Novel & Cerita The Mafia's Broker

Bleeding and barely able to open his eyes, Tyron could only lie there as Franz finally stopped, breathing hard. "Do you even know what kind of mess you've dragged us into, you worthless piece of crap?! That casino is controlled by the most dangerous Mafia in Asia. If you don't pay up on time, they'll wipe out our entire family!" "That's not... g-gonna happen. They only want her," Tyron rasped, pointing weakly at Carlotta. "What do you mean by that?" "They gave me a copy of the contract Kuya Tyron signed," Carlotta said, handing the document to her father.

Some habits never die. As the car rolled into the driveway, the house loomed before me. It was the same glass and cement block mansion, yet somehow different. It wasn’t the missing rose garden; I had already seen that. But I remembered the way my heart had broken when I first realized he had cut it down. I couldn’t even be properly angry at him for it because he wouldn’t have remembered that he had ordered it to be cut down anyway. Cristiano had been serious about leaving the Mafia behind. There were times he had long discussions with Ricardo, and now they were working toward building a legitimate company.

“You can say it.” “Yes, that,” A chill went through my spine. “And what does it stand for again?” I had never heard of them before. “Mafia Intelligence and Security Agency, it’s quite the name, isn’t it?” “Yes,” I swallowed my throat. The reality of the situation was starting to sink in, and it wasn’t looking good. From all the organizations it could’ve been, it had to be one specifically built to, what I assume, take down the Mafia. "I came to visit because I want to know what I’m getting into," I lied, giving her the saddest look I possibly could. I could see Jessica’s hesitation kicking in.

D:- (sighing ) I am sorry Mr&Ms Marco . J:- (shocked ) What!? D:- Look , I apologize again to you and your family . In my anger and determination to have love with hook or crook I crossed the limits . I wanted her to become my family my everything but in that I destroyed her only family left . I made her and you guys suffer and used you and your family as Tanya's soft corner and forced to get her married . I accept that my way was wrong and their is no justification of it but (with that he looked towards Alina and Theo ) I lover her . I can't imagine my life without her . Even when I don't want her to go away from my sight for a single second because of her painful cramps I agreed to her

She walked a few paces away, planted a hand on her cocked hip and nailed both men with a hard look. "I'm listening." "Well," Brandon began, somewhat hesitant. She rose a brow at him, urging him on. "Frederico is with the mafia," he said on a slow exhale. Beth blinked. Blinked again, then squinted and tilted her head to the side. "Excuse me?" "Frederico is a member of the Mexican mafia." Beth's mouth fell open slightly. Her eyes darted between the two males whose very serious gazes were pinned on her. As silence reigned, her heart rate doubled.

Rongyufeng understood and left the CEO's office. In less than three days, Rongyufeng had found out that Brian really had a close relationship with the gangs. He often went to some bars and clubs, dealt with drug underground and gathered people to drug abuse. On the surface, he was the young director of the Ou group, but in fact, he was a man with a tendency of violence. Three days later, on the night of the fourth day, Rongyufeng found a few brothers and waited for him in a large bar.

I couldn't take the suffocation I felt. My father didn't stop me. He simply sighed as I made my way past him and into the family room. I wanted to laugh at the irony. I sat on the couch and stared at the piano. I wanted to play but I knew the moment I touched that piano I would break down. I had no room for emotion in my life right now. I was going to be the biggest Mafia Don this world had ever seen. Mafia Dons have no room for emotions or family. My father taught me that early on. “Good Evening Master, Neko is making Dinner. Would you like me to play you a song?” Ayla questioned as she spotted me staring at the Grand Piano.

I did bad things and I wasn't no saint but taking children, selling them and training them into assassins was something I couldn't tolerate. I know fully well that our partnership being terminated would incure a huge loss on his path but I can't have a child trafficking business going on in my mafia. I ordered Perez to shut down the organisation but I got word from my uncle that the disgusting trade was still going on. Seemed Perez liked doing things the hard way and I was more than happy to show him how I handled people who defied my orders. By the time we landed, Alina had stirred up from her slumber.

“It’s more complicated than you think. Damon wasn’t the one who started all of this. He’s just part of something… bigger.” Aaron leaned forward, his jaw tightening. “Stop stalling. Who’s pulling the strings?” Daniel exhaled shakily. “There’s someone else—a higher figure controlling Damon and Volkov. I don’t know their full identity, but I’ve heard them referred to as ‘The Broker.’ They run a global syndicate—arms deals, corporate sabotage, political influence. Damon and Volkov were just tools.” “The Broker?” Sofia echoed, her brow furrowing. “Why haven’t we heard about this person before?”

She stared at him in anger while stepping out. "How has my plan failed? How did Vicente let Samantha go? How has she come back?" "Darling, you are messing with the wrong person. I can't hurt you because I like you but I can definitely hurt Aaron." He smiled devilishly. After some time. Samantha, Martin, and Peter gathered in one room. "Tell me, what’s the problem between my father and Aaron's father?" She asked Martin "Aaron's father's name is Lucas. He was the godfather of the mafia of Italy before he died. "