Novel & Cerita The Mafia's Daughter

"The mafia and Eduardo seem to be having lovers Tiff. Eduardo's company has risen quite high yet he hasn't paid their cut of the money yet in the past month. That's like keeping a lion in your house and messing around with it." I smirked. "That's one way to look at it. Did you look into the woman my brother supposedly slept with? The one who had caused the whole problem in the first place?" "Yes, I did. She's the daughter of the mafia's Don. He's quite possessive over his daughter, but lately, she and Eduardo have been meeting secretly at some apartment in Greenville." "Damn," I muttered. "Just when I think he couldn't be any dumber. Is it possible for you to get proof before the charity bal

I told her, in short. “Are you kidding me?” She glared at us one by one, pointing at herself. “Me, capable of doing that horrible thing? I drank my butt the whole night.” “Honey, you just demonstrated your capability to the mafia by sitting down with their Don. You went there with two SUVs full of armed men. They also took Terzo from the Osmium. They saw you as a threat that could take down a powerful organization like the Siciliano Family.” “I’m also that man’s daughter, Mr. Braddson.” “That’s the point. Now that they know who you are—”

"Complicated and contradictory and impossible to file into a clean category. That's not a weakness in you, Lena. That's just what it is." I set the cup down. Outside the window the morning was doing what mornings did — indifferent to everything happening inside this room, the light moving through the sky at its own pace. "What do I do with it?" I asked. "The folder. What he did. My uncle." I looked at Mara. "What do I do with all of it?" She was quiet for a moment. "The same thing you've been doing since the night you arrived," she said. "You keep going. You keep being precisely who you are." She looked at me steadily. "You haven't let any of this break you yet. Don't let it start now."

“Because the way he tossed you out, doesn’t that feel familiar? Doesn’t it feel like what men like him always do once they’re done using you? He let you go because he doesn’t need you anymore. His deal is more important to him and he would give you away just to get what he wants.” He took a step closer, voice tightening. “If he really loved you, he would’ve fought for you. He would’ve told me no, even if it risked the deal. But he didn’t. He let you walk, because he's done with you. You weren’t some cherished woman he couldn’t let go of. You were nothing more than a bargaining chip.” “Stop it,” I said, rising to my feet. He stood too, voice low and burning. “Your father, what would he think

He is one of the main causes of the clash between me and my father. I do need to deal with that too. My father totally trusted my elder brother and he gave her everything he demanded but I on the other hand was not favoured, I had to beg and work extremely hard to get anything from my father. I only had my mother to support me but she could only do little seeing how both of her sons were involved in different issues. She doesn't show favouritism, unlike my father. My brother, Justin Miles, was the one who fully took charge of my family's mafia business with my uncles.

Nothing but a confine that chained me to troubling thoughts. A shiver trudged down my spine as I sniffled softly. “Let me out of here!” I scream but my voice, my scream, my groan faded. They all did. I guess very soon I'd also fade. This place was dangerous. I am in a mafia's den and so was my daughter. Who knows what they had or maybe was still doing to her? My breath caught in my throat as I clenched my hands into tight fists and sniffed. A strange heat pooled up my lungs as I heaved out muffled breaths. I bit hard into my lower lip as I flashed my gaze around the room.

I didn't pay attention to what she was saying, but she must have said something to calm my mom and put her at ease before ending the call. Nicholas stood up from where he was sitting and came to me, placing his hand on my shoulder. His touch jolted me back to reality. "I know it's a lot to take in right now, but you need to be strong," he said. I looked up at him, absorbing his words. He was right. I needed to gather my thoughts and find out about this man whose daughter I was, and why his rival wanted me dead for a crime he committed. "You are the daughter of a mafia, Laura. Even in your wildest dreams, would you ever have thought that possible?" my inner thoughts quizzed.

She lay and held her teddy bear closely. "Who is that man?" She mumbled. Brown scratched his hair. "He is a Mafia." "Mafia?" "Yeah. His name is Leonardo Cappuccino." "Wow. I have never seen one before. I only read about them in stories, are they exactly the way stories portray them to be?" Brown stared at her, "You mean like the way a bad boy that belongs to the Mafia falls in love with an innocent girl and then destroys the whole world for her sake?" He smirked and Ashley laughed.

"Then it turns out Harper was only a spy" Valerie gasped "And the reason why he came was because of Rachael" Madam Zuna continued "Who's Rachael?" Valerie asked "Falcon's wife, mother of the three siblings" Madam Zuna replied "Then....my father came because of her? Why?" Valerie asked "You see? Being a Mafia can be dangerous Valerie, I mean your opponents will try whatever to bring you down, and if they can't get you, they go for your weakness, that's how things work here"

She sobbed at that last part. Her...her father is working with them? There's no way in hell he would work with them. Oh wait nope he definitely would. It's all because I took her. Having to face them again after a couple of years of never seeing them, and her father had the nerve of making her go through this. Being taken by a mafia where her ex beat her and tortured her. Now that's just harsh. Why would he even do that to his own daughter? What sick person would do that to there daughter?