The Mafia's Obsession Full Movie の小説・ストーリー

"There would be a drama, Cali. You don't like them, right? So you better not go." "Don't be so harsh, Assia. Besides, I think some action might appear. Violence. Blood. Guns," She laughed. "We're talking about the mafia here. Don't go underestimating them." "Cali, you know something," I stated. "Tehehe! I know nothing. And I wouldn't dare to know anything about that knowing that I will get to see something interesting." Yeah, they'll definitely fight back. They won't let us take them down that easy. Knowing that shitty father of Clea, he'll probably bring battalions of stupid bastards.

None of them would ever repeat something like that again. "You know you’re one narcissistic son of a bastard, Dante," Alfonso mumbled, while sipping the whiskey he had freely collected from my car as we drove to my warehouse. I was driving, and Marco had the passenger seat, while the idiot sat freely in the back. I ignored his words, my only focus being to get to the fucker who had just been caught trying to follow Gianni’s car. Damn idiots don't know when to give up. "It’s surprising, you know. The mafia don will do all this—beating up his best fighters for a pussy," he continued. "Tell me, Dante, is it so sweet that you want to be the only one to have it, so no one else can have a taste?"

My hands clenched into fists, nails digging into my palms as I struggled to hold myself together because I know the mafia hates to be disobeyed. An animalistic growl left his mouth, followed by a sharp raspy order, "I SAID, STRIP!!!”

Declan’s fury finally surfaced. “Do I look like I give a damn about it? Sierra is mine. I didn’t give her revenge for nothing. Now that it’s over she must keep in mind she belongs here. Call it obsession or whatever you want. And about our mafia, I believe in my capability. Today or tomorrow we will make our mafia stand in New York among Bratva and Italians!”

Leonardo gently picked up the water glass again and passed it to Natalia's pale, lifeless body. "Have this." The infamously impatient Mob boss repeated icily, leaving no room for arguments. Natalia dazedly stretched out her hand to receive it. But suddenly, she stopped midway blinking back into focus. Feeling the burning adrenaline back, she slapped it out of his hand with a murderous rage! No wonder he wasn't dead. He wasn't just one of them, but head of them! The bastard who killed her family and scarred her for life! North America's most wanted Mafia Don!.

He faced me by turning his chair around. The cruel enemy's name is Emir Alffiaco. He was a horrible man. When I say terrible, I mean awful. I'm talking about the kind of evil that involves prostitution rings and the exploitation of young women. To make my life a living misery, he is exploiting even the mafia. I will not stop seeking justice to ensure that he rots away in the deepest part of hell.

he said skeptically. Before he could protest further, I pressed the play button and leaned against his shoulder. “It’s even more intense than any action movie. It’s a mafia story as well.” “Oh, okay. That’s good then.” I bit my lower lip to keep from laughing. I was secretly hoping that no mansion staff or Stephen’s associates would suddenly show up. It would be embarrassing if they caught us watching this kind of movie.

“Unless the great Mafia Don is only good at ordering executions from behind a desk.” Drake’s eyes darkened completely, a low, dangerous chuckle escaping his chest. “Careful, Donna. Your mouth is writing checks your skill can’t cash yet.”

This was my only chance to save my mum, else I would have left this place. “Exactly. If that man walks in here tonight, nobody better screw up, else your head is on a stake and the government, not even the president can do anything about it.” Another waiter laughed nervously. “I just want to see the woman he’s bringing.” “Woman?” someone asked. “Yeah, I heard he’s obsessed with her.” Something about that sentence twisted inside my chest and for some reason, Adrian flashed through my mind again. Men like him belonged in places like this. Not with someone like me.

"Martina, what the hell has gotten into you? Are you actually trying to kill her?" Looking down at Camilla, unconscious in his arms, Antonio's eyes reddened. I hadn't seen him lose control like this in years. The last time was at our wedding. Under the witness of our family elders, he'd held me close and kissed me in that sacred cathedral, his tears falling onto my face. "Martina, I've finally made you mine." But now, his desperation was no longer for me. It was for another woman. With Camilla unconscious, Antonio had no interest in dealing with me. He rushed out with her in his arms, shouting for Luca Ricci, his Underboss, to get the doctor.