Novel & Cerita Wedded To The Ruthless Mafia Boss

Alessandro is a dangerous man and his misdeeds knew no bounds. My lips parted slightly, but words failed to come out. Unlike me who froze at papa’s words, Sophia didn’t flinch, she just stared at papa. She would do anything to get papa out of here and retain his old glory, Sophia can go miles for papa but I don’t think I can. I can only try but it won’t be enough for either Sophia or papa. “I don’t think….” I tried to speak but papa cuts me off “I don’t need you to think Phi, all I need is action. Decide which one of you will be Alessandro’s bride and get the plans in progress” he said, staring directly at Sophia.

“I don’t need it.” She stood. “I know you’d be stubborn about it. He has wrapped you up in some delusion that you matter and he cares for you but lets be real, he is the mafia boss. He’s taken over two factions in weeks. Do you know what kind of evil it takes to be able to do all that? He’s not who you think he is. I’ll let you think about that.” She left for the door. “Are you mad he took everything from you?”

All mafia. She walked over to Marco, whispering urgently, “Does it really have to be this intense? This feels like I’m about to invade a country.” “Boss’s orders, ma’am,” Marco whispered back calmly. Anna shook her head with a helpless chuckle. “I’m just going to a mall, not a shootout.” She turned to Brittany and smiled. “Let’s go.” She slid into the car, heart still hammering from everything—the morning lessons, the power she was now wrapped in, and the suffocating feeling of being paraded as Mrs. Alessandro Esposito.

Just the sterile bite of metal slicing through me. A four-month-old baby… How big would he be? Could he feel anything? Would he feel pain? The icy pit in my heart slowly gave way to burning rage. The love I once had for Lorenzo now fueled the fire of my hatred. Lorenzo, the most powerful mafia boss in the West District? I, Renee, swore that it wouldn't be for much longer.

Dmitri spat out blood in my direction, an act of disrespect. I stood up from the chair and walked closer to him, raising his chin so he could take a look at me. "Unlike your miserable father, I am the biggest Mafia Lord in the entire city. Every single one of my enemies fears me, and they all have the right to do so. I am showing you mercy by exchanging your freedom for that of your sister, you should be thankful." I let go afterward, and with one last look at him, I walked out of the room.

He hesitated for a moment before deciding to share it with her, even though it was against protocol. “This is classified information,” he began, his tone turning serious. “We’re currently conducting a discreet operation against a major mafia group in the city—the Scarface Cartel, led by their ruthless boss, Deather, also known as Scarface.” Bridget’s eyes widened with intrigue, her excitement almost childlike. “I’ve never heard of them,” she admitted, leaning forward. “This sounds like a massive story!” Hunter paused, momentarily caught off guard by her enthusiasm. “It could be, Bridget… for you. But for us, it’s a dangerous operation that could crumble if the wrong people find out.”

And he died because of me, I don't think I can ever be comfortable with such a thing. Then it hit me, I was married to a mafia this was going to be the usual as from now on. I'm so screwed!

“I recognize you.” “Yes.” “You work with Sierra.” I purse my lips. “Yes.” He runs a hand through his hair. “You’re coming to me for money?” His eyes narrow. I had a feeling this might be complicated. “We’ve located Valeriya.” He stills, and his gaze bores into me. “And you’re here.” “I am.” “I can’t help you.” “Won’t help me.” He shrugs. “Same—same. Sierra didn’t take you wherever she went. You’re a wanted man. Your reputation for brutality precedes you, Mr. De Luca. I don’t want you near my daughter.”

I yelled out in rage. Her eyes quickly watered up as she clawed against my arm, begging for release. “In my world, no one even dares to look at me the wrong way. I am the most feared mafia leader so do not think I would hesitate to put a bullet in your head because we're to get married.” “There are a million women like you that I wouldn't even notice if you were switched during the wedding. You're my wife, not my equal. Get that through your thick skull.” I growled out, pushing her away from me.

she sharply objected to my question, but I noticed something, she was pushing back tears. “I don't think he is forbidden to you, look I just want to know if my father was a Mafia member or something, I don't know anything about them, the Boss said my father killed his father and so many things, I don't know now what to believe, but after seeing this,” I brought out the picture, “I am convinced he does have affiliations with these men, but I want to know exactly what he did here what was his role,” the lady looked at me she shook her head in regret.