A Mafia's Obsession By Adaririchichi Novels & Stories

I paused, “When the laws of the mafia gave him two choices, to die or to give something equal in value, your miserable father chose you.” Adora took two steps backward. I could tell her knees seemed to weaken beneath her. “Impossible.” She whispered, her face went pale, and I could see her confusion breaking into disbelief. “So yes,” I said, stepping closer. My tone suddenly darkened with finality, “You are the price. Blood for blood. You are what your father offered to save his miserable life.” I dropped the file on the table with a heavy thud. The sound echoed through the room like a verdict.

I turned abruptly, walking to the window. The city stretched before me, glittering and vibrant, a facade of civility over the chaos I thrived in. My reflection stared back at me in the glass, cold and calculating. Rivera, The man who’d made it his life’s mission to see me fall. “This is his return technique and I'm not going to let him take all I had worked for,” I said quietly, more to myself than Alejandro. My lips twisted into a bitter smirk. Marco could never let go of that betrayal... my betrayal... that had catapulted me perfectly into the Mafia world and left him scrambling for scraps.

“Lucy is cute though.” "You have some fetish with the alphabet 'L'?" he muttered, a smirk playing on his lips as he glanced at Olivia. His words laced with a touch of sarcasm as he leaned back in his chair, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp. Olivia sat upright, giving him a look of annoyance. She pointed her fork towards him, her eyes flashing with a fiery intensity that dared him to continue speaking. "You shut up, dimwit," she shot back. Micah's smirk widened, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "You know I work for the mafia, right?" he continued, his voice low. "I can shoot-"

It’d be a win-win because at least something good would come out of this afternoon. But Zio Marco is faster. His gun barks twice, and crimson blooms on the man’s neck. Then I sigh and shoot the other nephew’s hand, the one that had already gone for his gun. One bullet to Vito’s head, another to the nephew’s heart. And the afternoon is over. Cleaning up dead bodies isn’t my job, so I walk out of there. I’m pissed, that much is obvious to me, but the reason behind it doesn’t come as easy.

His darkness was a weapon he wielded to protect the light, and I had become his light. My own transformation was no less jarring, I was an art restorer, a woman who found peace in quiet, patient work. Now, I was a key player in a mafia war, deciphering the secrets of the dead to help the man I loved hunt his enemies, I was completing the work my father had started, and the thought filled me with both terror and a fierce, unyielding pride. Hours passed, The sky outside the panoramic windows had long since faded to a deep, starless black. Just as my anxiety was beginning to fray my composure, the doors to the study slid open.

"You dumbass. He's part of the mafia, for Christ's sake. Are you stupid? DeLuca is the largest Family in Rhode Island. Shit. How come you didn't know that? Doesn't your brother and parents work for him? And what the hell are you doing talking to him?" "Part of the mafia?" I repeated, feeling sick. "Part? No! What part of boss don't you understand? DeLuca isn't part of the mafia, he is the mafia. Shit, Jude, for being one of the smartest kids in our school, you sure are stupid." "Well…fuck…" I was starting to sound like Rhys.

They took out their penises from their pants and pointed them at Harry's helpless body. “Arrrggghhh!!” Harry immediately screamed in pain when the mafia members did something he had never imagined before. His wounds became even more painful, even more painful than before. He continued to howl in pain, his body shaking violently. Slowly, his vision began to darken. “You're going to die, you stupid traitor!” said one of the mafia members, making the others laugh with satisfaction. They were going to prolong this old man's hell. ***** Meanwhile, Jefford, the leader of the Black Wolf mafia, was focused on staring at the photo of a wolf on the wall in front of him. It was an alpha wolf, symbolizi

“Don’t worry I’ll keep my pretty legs closed.” ~ Alvaro didn’t question Nadine when she told him she was returning with us, showing me the unique link of loyalty that resonated from every man that worked with Zaverio. The warehouse was quiet when we arrived, and I looked at Alvaro when he switched off the engine. “I’ve never heard of the mafia having an off day.” “There’s no such thing.” He said, opening the door for Nadine and helping her out. “Zaverio asked us to halt all activities and meet him in the open room.”

Theo was visibly panicking despite the fact that he didn't go through Adams; he knew what the old man was capable of. “I don't know what am supposed to think right now Theo but trust me am as confused as you I can't seem to figure out what's going on” Eric confided, he understands that everyone looks up to him to be safe because they see him as the most deadly Mafia lord in New York, well that was because he was able to take down his master but right now he wasn't so sure. The both were silent for a minute, they were just racking through their minds to find a strong strategy to make this enemy come to them.

A sharp crack echoed through the hall as Misha’s elbow drove into Chernov’s face, sending him stumbling back. Blood spattered across the polished floor. But Misha wasn’t done. He stepped forward, slow, lethal, drawing something from beneath his jacket. I knew that blade. Slim, curved, obsidian-handled. I had felt it on my skin an hour ago. Not in violence. In sin.