All Mine(a Mafia Escapade) Novels & Stories

But I no longer cared. Moments later, the Underboss, Venero Castellano, unchained me from the rack. Pain shot through my body, and my legs gave out as I collapsed onto the floor. "You'll leave in a week, and you are never to return. Once your identity is wiped out, no one can ever find you again," Domenico said and lifted my chin with the tip of his cane. The light flooding in from the open dungeon doors stabbed at my eyes. As I crawled out of the dungeon, I felt like I was about to be reborn.

The armor of civilization over the violence beneath. At the door, I kiss Amanda one last time. Long and deep, memorizing the taste of her. "Lock the door behind me," I instruct. "Don't open it for anyone but Marcus, Dimitri, or Sofia. If something goes wrong—" "Nothing's going to go wrong." "If something goes wrong," I continue firmly, "there's a safe in my study. Code is your birthday. Inside, you'll find passports, cash, and bank account information. Take it and run. Don't look back."

I picked up and brought it towards my ear only to take it away as I heard a loud girlish scream. I looked at the phone in horror with my eyes wide open and then turned to mum and Sam who had the same expression as mine as they also heard the inhuman scream. We again came out of our zone when we heard that screeching voice again! "I AM GIVING YOU ONLY TWO MINUTES! IF YOU'RE NOT HERE BY THEN I'LL DRIVE BACK TO MY HOME AND WON'T TALK TO YOU PEOPLE WHO ARE MAKING ME WAIT IN FRONT OF THEIR HOUSE FROM 20 MINUTES!! THAT TOO AS A FREAKING DRIVER!!" Pig AKA Armaan yelled.

Zack cries out from his hiding spot. “Ministry of Bravery! Stay where you are!” A male voice shouts. The Sharks are here. I can hear footsteps running towards us, as soon as the Sharks come in they start to fire their guns and the Eels inside do the same. Each gunshot lights up the mine for an instant with an orange flare. Grace stops pointing her gun at me and starts shooting into the darkness hoping to hit a Shark. I break the rope and take out my gag before I bend down and start to crawl away from where she is. My arm is throbbing but I ignore the pain. The gunshots continue, I need to get out of the mine as soon as possible but in the darkness I can’t see where I am going. I reach the wa

a familiar voice inquired, slicing through the chaos around me. My heart raced so violently that it drowned out all other sounds, forcing me to concentrate on my breath, urging myself to just breathe. "Everything will be alright," I whispered internally, but the words felt hollow, a comforting lie facing the grim reality unfolding before me-nothing would ever be alright again. "They discovered a deceased man in the abandoned warehouse thirty-two minutes away from here. It's not much of a loss; they identified him as the Mafia."

"Who was it?" "It's was just my daughter Maya, her flight has been delayed, she will be here the day after tomorrow." she said but I could tell from her body language she was lying. I was good at reading people, their body language, I could easily tell when someone was lying and Maria was lying, it was not her daughter on the phone. " I have been meaning to ask you Maria, have you heard from Jake?" I asked, watching her. "Yeah," she said, "he called this morning, he is fine. He is in punta Cana, he said he needed a holiday to freshen up." she said smiling.

Struggling was futile; they were far too strong. “Who are they?” Ema growled, struggling to give me her strength through my fear and exhaustion. “Westbrook’s men? Mafia?” “No clue,” I answered, looking around frantically. “I need to focus on escaping.” Ahead, at the end of the room, I could see a single door. But it was blocked by two large men. I was trapped, underground, where no one could hear my screams. “We’ll fight,” Ema said. “I’ll give you my strength.”

Just as his hand slips inside her pants, a click clack noise is made on the shiny floor by expensive shoes. It was a calm walk, but it extruded dominance. It was full of aura and confidence, the slow but heavy clacks were screaming of presence. Most of all, it radiated one thing. Power. Mateo Hernández. The Mafia Prince.

plans to action. 'Oh!' I exclaimed when he suddenly pulled me back, rolled us over and pinned me back in the bed. His legs carefully entwined with mine as his hand held my waist down in a way I couldn't make any single movement. What was I doing thinking I could escape from a highly trained mafia, I'm so dumb. 'Mmm,' he moaned, putting his face at the junction between my neck and shoulder. 'Where are you going?' 'To get something to eat.'

With a manic, crazy grin splitting his face, Bianca taunts, "Your little game is completely finished, Chika! Your physical demise to the underground rings is about to net my vault exactly eighty million credits!" Before his mouth can spit another word of mockery, a sleek, un-marked black mafia transport roars around the corner, its doors sliding open as two massive, heavily armed enforcers swiftly usher my struggling frame into the rear compartment. The secondary pair of soldiers skips my position entirely, marching straight toward Bianca.