The Mafia's Obsession 소설 & 이야기

I was being impatient for the "later" to come after I left the kitchen. it is almost evening and almost time to activate my plan. If you are wondering what this fuss is all about then I have to make things clear. According to what I heard from the picture on the wall. I didn't do anything wrong...stop looking at me like that. OK so my dad has this obsession of ruining the Italian mafia. This said guy has been on his nerve and a thorn in his flesh which he has to remove...his words not mine.

He was charming in a lethal wayb and every word he said made it harder to maintain the armor I’d built. The dinner went for hours. His associates exchanged stories about drug shipments and bodies dumped in canals like they were trading stock tips. I sipped water and listened. Every detail was ammunition. Every smile from Nikolai was a taunt. He had no idea I was the pin under the elephant's foot. Eventually the night advanced and everyone was starting to leave until I was left alone with him. He leaned back and stretched as if he hadn’t just spent hours surrounded by monsters. I tried to imagine the kind of man he would have been if he hadn't become a criminal but I came out blank. A crimina

She said with a smile. “Hmm, Lydia, we kind of need your help.” Eddy said nervously and Lydia raised a brow curiously. “With what?” “We need you to help us kill someone.” Eddy said and Lydia froze. “What?” “Okay, take a seat.” Eddy said and pulled her to sit. “Have you ever heard of mafias? Russians? Drug lords and dealers? Assassins?” Eddy asked. “Yeah, yes I have.” “Good.” “Whats good about it?”

He said in a way that made my stomach rumble. I nodded, pretending like I understood everything Ryan was blabbing, but the truth was I had no idea about the affairs of the Italian Mafias. Sure, I knew they had this weird obsession with writing down every deal, every client, every dirty little secret and it was a stupid move if you ask me. Cause why the hell would anyone pen all the evidence that could crumble their empire in a piece of paper? And then, to make it worse, leave it unguarded for someone like my father to pick it up.

Santiago wordlessly left us alone after placing Lili’s suitcase and giving me a nod, closing the door behind him. She grabbed my hands. Her voice went soft. “Okay, Harp. Spill. All of it. No sugar-coating. If you tell me you’re in the mafia, I want at least two free drinks before I process it.” I laughed. But the laugh faded quickly. My hands tightened around hers. “Okay. Listen. It started… stupidly, really. It started with Lance. Well, not really, it started with Sophia and her fake birthday present.” Her eyes sharpened instantly. “Your sister and that creep? I swear he…”

Chiara Moretti Alessandro stared down at me, his jaw tight. "You say that now," he said, and took a step toward me. "But you do not understand what you are asking for, Chiara. The mafia world is not a boardroom. It is not about signing papers or making smart investments. It is a world built on blood, loyalty, and extreme violence. It is filled with people who will not hesitate to cut your throat just to send a message."

And I wasn’t handcuffed by my vow. She would have been flat on her back before she could blink, my dick so deep she would feel it in her little throat. My thirst for Georgina is unmatched. Before the day I saw her looking so sad on the front porch, I’d spent my life providing for and protecting my family. Moving up through the ranks of the Mafia. There was no time for women, and I didn’t give a shit. Yet the moment Georgina turned her green eyes on me, I was consumed. Obsessed. Never before had a female of any age even turned my head, but this one. She’d called to the deepest part of my soul. Life stopped being a burden and became something that would be spent making her happy.

However, now she was staring at it in the face, and it was choking her. Her eyes bored into her soul so that Isabella could feel that the fear and uncertainty had the features of Isabella's face. ”You can’t run away from it Isabella,” she said, her voice firm but soft. “When you’re in, you’re in for life”. The Mafia is more than a just one place, Isabella. It has been in existence for a long time. There are individuals who are greedy for power and money and they do not mind who they damage in the process so as to have them. The world is filled with greed and everyone in this world wants everything and this world creates this blind desire for everyone. Not even the police or the government ca

He is trying impossibly hard to impress someone. The arrogant, narcissistic bastard I know, the man who treats everyone around him like disposable trash, is actually bending over backward to make a pristine impression? That agonizingly nervous, desperate tone in his voice... it sounds terrifyingly familiar. It is the exact same panicked, groveling pitch he used when he was talking about Dante Cortez. Shit. The word explodes in my mind like a gunshot. Dante. The magazine slips from my fingers, landing flat on my lap with a heavy thud. My breath catches violently in my throat. I snap my head up, staring blindly down the long hallway toward the kitchen. A cold, freezing sweat instantly breaks o

Standing by the pillar, leaning slowly against it, my eyes searched the crowd to see Luca deeply engaged in some sort of hushed conversation with several men. My eyes scanned around in search of a cigarette. Some booze, anything at all, Luca was a control freak. Obsessed with keeping everything in line, he hated loose things...loose people, which was why I knew drinking and smoking in the entire mafia would taint his image and nonsense control he had carved into their heads. “Stunning,” a voice had called towards me, drawing me out of whatever wonderland I was in. I cast my gaze ahead, a Hispanic hot! Sexy! Man had drawn closer to me.