Novel & Cerita Vows With The Billionaire Mafia

Did that mean that… nah, he was getting married to me for the contract. Viola kept talking about Leah and how she disliked her guts, not sparing the poison incidence. “Why hasn’t she been arrested yet?” I inquired. “Massimo would handle it,” Viola responded. Was Leah also from an untouchable mafia family? My stomach grumbled, and I rubbed at it with my palm. “I’m famished,” I admitted. Viola ordered the driver to take us to a restaurant. The moment we took our seats, a waiter approached us, dressed in a white shirt and black pants.

“Marriage between you and me? You see that—how it sounds? A B S U R D.” “It’s either that or you go back to Zeus. And trust me, you don’t want to find out what he will do to you.” The back of my knees hit the chair. His arm snakes around my waist, catching me. “Have you heard of Ravens?” I nod. Who doesn’t know about the five deadly mafia lords who rule the world with an iron fist? And I know he is one of them.

his voice shook terribly and the noisy rattle of his teeth made our conversation more interesting. I took a casual stroll past him and pulled out my knife, wiping the bits of sand, dust and paint crusts that had coated it. “I don’t think, I know,” I corrected calmly. “I know that you have been running some shady deals with our romancer in the main club. You not only steal our main chicks, you also don’t remit a part of the cut you make from using those girls. Do you know how greedy you are?” His eyes bilged with apprehension as he swallowed, his throat bobbing in an up-down motion. “Are you Vladimir?” He asked, guilt and trepidation evident in his tone.

"You want gratitude? For what? The privilege of being your punching bag while I keep your family from going to federal prison?" Seraphina’s eyes darted around, looking for her enforcers, Viktor and Mikhail, who were lounging near the fountain. "You’re a useless, unranked girl. If you don't secure a partnership by next month, you’re out. No one wants a partner who brings nothing to the table." "Then I guess I’ll enjoy the fresh air," I said, walking away without looking back. "Any Empire is better than the Voss Syndicate. Even the Moretti Empire looks appealing compared to this stagnant pond."

linked furiously like one under the sun at the paper. The letters squirmed like a snake as I stared at them. 100 MILLION DOLLARS. I couldn’t believe what my eyes were seeing. How could my grandpa owe them, this huge amount of money? I looked at them. They were all in black. I didn’t need anyone to tell me that they were the mafia. This must be a mistake. It wasn’t possible. I wasn’t going to believe anything they had said.

He simply watched me the way a man watches something he has already decided to take apart. Luciano Voss. The Mafia King of the East Coast. The man whose name made other men lower their voices. The man who had destroyed my father’s family years ago and never looked back. And now I belonged to him. “Three million,” someone said. “She’s yours, Don Voss.” He stood. The room seemed to shrink around him. He walked toward the platform with slow, unhurried steps, every man in the room tracking his movement. When he stopped in front of me, I had to tilt my head back to meet his eyes.

"Trouble? What kind of trouble?" "Please don't judge me sis." "If you don't tell me how do I know if am I to judge or not?!" He was making me bit my inner cheek with worry and heightening my sense of fear. Please Lord don't let him get involved in drugs or kill anyone. You never can know the choices people make. "I needed money so I had to borrow from a mafia king and it's due date but I have no way to borrow back." "What! Why would you do such? You just signed your death warrant messing with such people."

“But you are also helping me now, don’t you? What will happen if I tell Daemon that you also betray him? What would the people of the district say about him? They can’t say anything that could damage you because your reputation is already known. They will mock Daemon for getting on with a woman like you. A powerful mafia leader like him has been led on by a prostitute named Maddy Johnson. He gave you half of his life and yet you betrayed him. I think that would be considered as the ugliest truth, my girl.” Vito laughed in the line. Maddy can’t help but bit her lips until it bleeds. This bastard never failed to make her feel as tiny as a dirt on a fingernail. Time will come when she will retu

If I didn't collapse right there, I wouldn't collapse at all. "You may speak your vows, Miss Emma," the priest said, looking at me. "What the hell! Vows, what vows? I didn't know we needed that, of course, in a traditional wedding, yes, but I thought in ours we wouldn't." "Oh, I..." DeLuca stared at me with a serious expression, and everyone was waiting for my vows. What kind of vow could I say to a mafia boss? So, I improvised what came to my mind. "I want to say that now our lives will be joined forever, and I will be the most loyal wife you could have."

“You are now bound to me, there’s no turning back. You could never run away anymore.” I gave him a wide grin. “Then, be my guest, Achilles Coleman.” “I would love to be chained to this billionaire mafia in front of me.”