A Moba Novels & Stories

Making me roll my eyes at him. " He doesn't love is anymore". Mason said wiping fake tears from his eyes. " seriously"?. " What are you two doing here?". " Can't we visit our best friend again?". Mason said with fake hurt. I rolled my eyes at him. " Don't you both have a company and a firm to run?". I asked looking between them. " well we were thinking of grabbing coffee at a new coffee shop, I heard they serve good coffee and desserts there. We wanted to go give it a try. Want to join?". Michael said.

“Leo keeps his word,” Susan scoffed, “Oh sure he does. He threatened to hurt you if you didn't return his money in two weeks and sure enough, he did. Of course he keeps his word. I see why you have such faith in him,” she added sarcastically. “And what exactly are you ‘working on’ this time around? Are you going to borrow money from yet another mob boss or are you going to make another bad investment?”

She's the only thing he has of his wife. I've see what losing a family member does to the men in this business. Chul-Moo's wife got killed a few years back, he went through a rough couple of years before he got back to normal. That's the thing about us; when we hate, we hate hard but we love even harder. "Miliani! I got her! I got the kid!" Mafalda suddenly exclaims and I immediately hung up the phone I was using on the desk. I rush to her and grab the phone out of her hands, "Hello?"

Redoing a summary of my life I realize that there is no happier moment than this one, meeting Amy again was like having back a little piece of me that had been ripped off. My desire was to stay there glued to her the whole time but my duty called me, I reluctantly moved away from her and spent the whole morning trapped in the office with Aníbal and two of my security guards. ___"" Do you really think it will work? ___" I'm sure anibal was 15 years of legacy, every mobster around italy and the world knows and fears el diablo, they won't deny me support so easily, people from the south will support us you bet book a dinner with di Paolo

during the night. The car that just caused the accident was Saint's car. He is still in the car and has no intention of getting out, his driver, Zane, is in a hurry to call an ambulance. They just hit a woman. Zane's mood was quite nervous because it was his first time driving and hitting a woman, so he was quite surprised when faced with such a situation. Zane walked towards the car door, he looked at Saint with bewildered eyes and said. "Boss! There's no signal here, we can't call anyone."

Nerthus “Have you seen this creepy shit?” Danny laughs as I reach him, staring outside agape. He turns around to the jacket-bodyguard, “Elia, what kind of Mafia code is that?” “I don’t know this one,” Elia just shrugs annoyed. I crack up as I halt to stand next to Danny. There are hundreds of gnomes distributed in the grass, facing the house. “This isn’t a Mafia code,” I say, hugging him to my side. “It’s an Ohio code.”

Aleksey said, nodding to Robert. “So Mikhail is having Pavel make moves to buy a business for money laundering in Chicago? Get the fuck out,” I said, fuming. “And there’s no way in hell they would be our competition, they thought I’d be out of the way,” Aleksey said. “You still got that card for Bohai’s realtor,” I asked, raising my eyebrow.

TOKYO, JAPAN CHLOE MAE BERSALES was wanted! Indeed. She'd been wanted in a good and bad way—from her enraged father to being a billion-dollar Baby Mama of an innocent soul that she would meet nine months from now. The page of her book went beyond extraordinary when the billionaire CEO of Greyson Stockholdings disclosed an offer she could not resist. Well, that was two months ago and in baby steps, she learned to play along in the cycle. An unexpected yet interesting progression in her old mundane life.

His skin is unexpectedly smooth. “The flower shop?!” I exclaim. Alex grins from ear to ear. I should have guessed! That is not a very common name around here: “I Fiori di Vittorio” the front for Vittorio Ricci’s dirty mafia gang. They have flower shops all over town and in other parts of the country too, which probably cover all of their illegal operations. Those employees in suits are not florists, they are mobsters! I’ll never set a foot in those shops ever again.