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He is one of the richest bachelors in New York City with so many properties that even if his children don't work all their lives, they can never be poor and here I was thinking I could have him to myself. Me, Grace, a lonely and boring girl. A girl who knows nothing about the mafia world or even how to defend herself. A girl who finds it hard to look at someone getting beaten. A girl who hated to see blood or try to stop the capo of New York from killing. A girl who has to go to the internet and watch some porn videos to learn how to please Davis when others were experts in it. And I, this little me, think I can have almighty Davis to myself. Only me, the capo of New York. A bitter chuckle e

A tall and fit looking man followed her behind and I deduced he was probably her body guard. "Hey baby!" She flung herself onto Manuel's body and then, did he finally look at me. I only hoped I didn't look as sad as I felt. He pulled his eyes away from me almost immediately, and smiled at the woman in his arms. His fiancee. Her bodyguard calmly walked up to me and introduced himself. "Hello ma'am." "Hello." "I'm Massimo. I work for the Don. So sorry about the mix up." For him to have referred to Manuel as 'the don' in my presence, then it only meant he was aware I knew they were mafians. And he wasn't her bodyguard after all.

he said in a husky voice. Sofia was dumbstruck as she stared at the man who flirted with her. He was tall and muscular, he was dark-skinned, and he had red locks and a tattoo on his neck that I recognized. He is from an American family called the Rocks. The current biggest American family mafia in this century is known for their well-known kidnapping of innocent victims, sex trafficking, murder, and most of all their selling of drugs. I stepped away from them and notified the rest of the team mostly Jevon knowing he's gonna flip. He wouldn't want anything to happen to her and most importantly he seemed to have a huge crush on her.

Mafia Luca is the second most dangerous mafia in the city. He's well-known for various crimes such as murder, manslaughter, and sexual assault. Unlike William, he's more terrifying and shows no mercy. He has a strong aversion to forgiving people. Luca is a covetous individual who has a profound fondness for women. He frequently dons a black suit and is perpetually accompanied by a minimum of eight strong bodyguards. He is a womanizer and frequently engages in relationships with college girls. His extravagant spending on women knows no bounds; he is willing to purchase anything for them.

No one else would dare. I had escaped my father but I just basically went from frying pan to fire. Hakan was Scorpion, there was no doubt about it. I was in the arms of the deadliest and most feared mafia boss in the whole country and maybe further than that.

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

he said, pressing his mouth on a thin line, and averting his gaze as if he was thinking about something. "Could you tell me more about this mafia thing?" I asked, determined to learn everything I could about them. If it's really a mafia, then I need to know everything so that I can plan my next move. He sat back on the sofa again before he spoke. "In this country, we have two mafia groups: the Sinaloa Cartel and the Camorra, which are rivals and both dangerous." "Where were you from?" I asked; my heart pounded out of my chest with excitement and anxiety, and I felt like I was on the right track in finding those killers.

"Does that not affect you?" "It's none of my business," The blonde stared at him, a small dark smile coming to his lips before he asked, "Have you heard of the name, Carnefecina?" Paris felt his eyebrows raise, the name sounding oddly familiar, the other male saying, "It's the name of the Italian Mafia. It means Carnage. Destructive. Chaos," Then he said with a blank look on his face. "I am the Boss over the Family." Paris stayed silent, staring at the male's face, waiting for an explanation. Firstly because— Because what could he even say to that in the first place? And— And why was he telling him?

It was a brief greeting and they headed their own way. What the fuck were they doing here? Ghost let his gaze sweep around the arena again. A lot of Asian faces. English men. Motherfuckers who had the coolest money in the business. Russian made-men of the Carianno family. They never came down here except it was fucking necessary. Spanish drug dealers. High-ranked. Pakhans. Top shot callers of other Mafias. An underboss of the Asian Mafia. It was half of the most powerful crime syndicates in the world gathered here. What the fuck was going on? Uneasiness crept up his spine and his hands fisted in his pockets. He took the small stairs to the stands where Don Carianno was.

“Something about not harming the innocent-“ Tommy barks out a laugh. “Well they’re not innocent if they’re shooting coke into their veins now are they?" he straightened "Here’s some information for you. We have tons of legit businesses across New York and outside the states that rake in millions and help clean the dirty stash” he gives me a pointed look and somehow I felt like I’ve disappointed him. “We are the mafia, Lola, no one here is innocent, not Niko, not me, not even you, because you’re married to a capo, the Capo dei Capi, he is number one”