Are The Mafia Games Good Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Hugo helped us start up with his investment. He's clean, like Rafa. Far as I know. So I accepted the money." Was he being serious? Enzo thought Hugo Valtieri and Raffaele were not involved with the mafia? How sure was he? "We started it from the ground up," Enzo went on. "Hit some snags here and there. But we're doing much better now." The guy shrugged. "And I don't intend to start dirtying up my businesses with drug money. To be clear." Enzo shook his head, as if disgusted by the mere thought. "Okay."

“You know what the consequences are yet you still did it. Dad still doesn’t know about this. He’ll be so disappointed if he finds out. You rarely come here to visit and now with the mafia, he hardly sees you. How can you risk an agreement over revenge?” I stopped at the front door, his question grabbed my attention. “How would you know it was revenge?” “You don’t make a move unless someone wants a death wish. It’s not entirely rare for a massacre here-” “Ouch.” I sneered. “You don’t get to say that. You and your men left everything there into ashes. With your smart ass, I’m sure you did that considering the fucking property has no neighbor. Anyways, it’s not entirely rare for a mass– crimes

Chapter 2 At the tender age of sixteen I made the decision to run away from home. Was it difficult? Of course it was but not for the reasons many may think. Growing up, my life wasn’t a fairytale despite what it may have looked like, my parents were wealthy and I needed or wanted nothing but their attention, their love, and their gentleness unfortunately though those words were not in my parents vocabulary instead they used violence and had both me and my brother growing up around petty thieves and criminals which is why when I decided to leave my childhood home I promised myself that i would never get involved with anything like that ever again.

'My name?' He asked with a shocked expression. 'Yes.' He frowned and looked me in the eyes. 'Giovanni, my name is Giovanni LaRosa.' I smiled to myself. It's long and sexy, just what I hoped for. 'Okay, uhmm...' I was thinking what question I could ask. 'Do you do illegal stuff?' I asked. 'Yes. I do.' He said. Jesus, that was easy.. I nodded my head and thought of the possible thing he did. Maybe he killed more than just my sister. Or he is into drugs. Or woman export. You never know. But I'm already screwed, so fuck it.

Mateo asked “Because you’re scared of Leonardo.” “Wrong. You’re the one afraid of him—not me,” Mateo said, then continued taking additional sips “When you stay out of Mafia conflicts, you avoid casualties. It’s not like I don’t know how to fight. I could arm myself, march to Leonardo with my men, and demand he treat you better. But I prefer neutrality. I’m not on your side, and I’m not on his.”

Twenty-five is still young, is he on crack? Instead of replying, I roll my head onto the couch and shut my eyes. I can't deal with his crap right now. He's always been like this-forcing me into shit I don't want to do. "Life is short, son, especially if you're in the mafia. You'll need heirs by thirty, at the most." He stops before speaking again, hoping this last sentence would make me want to marry some random girl. "And, it'll be a good alliance."

His annoyed expression and angry tone made Rachel flinch and she moved back. "Sorry…. Maybe I am overthinking." Rachel apologized for doubting her 'loyal' boyfriend. Turning his back from her he continued, "I and my team have been after Vincenzo Siemens for two years. Every time we fail by an inch. Somehow that bloody arrogant mafia wins. I want him to be behind the bars and this has become my craze. I don’t care about my life anymore.” Hearing the last sentence, Rachel hugged Andrew from the back. “Your life matters to me. A lot.”

"You are taking us there? Are you sure? Last I heard you said the host of that event is Mateo Lopez and I can clearly remember you saying Mateo is your enemy and he is also a mafia." "Wait, back up... Mateo is mafia? Meaning the accusation was true. How come? He is such a kind man and always helpful, one time my area was damaged by flood because of heavy rainfall, and he was there to help us. He even built some of the houses that were destroyed." "Welcome to the life of drugs and guns honey, not everyone you see doing good is good. Mateo is one of the worst, he does a lot of illegal activities and covers them up with the good deeds he does." Andrew explained.

Lily stood up anxiously and walked over to Damian, wiping his hand where he had spilled his hot coffee. Damian smiled. “It’s nothing, no need to worry.” “Why did it spill, darling?!” Lily looked worried, blowing on Damian’s hand, hoping it would improve. “You’re too excited, sweetie; you didn’t realize you’d knocked over the coffee. But it’s okay; I can clean it up.” “It’s because I was careless. Let’s go to the infirmary to change and treat your hand.” “But honey.” “Shut up already; let’s go!” Lily immediately pulled Damian’s hand to the infirmary.

Five guards step out of it, and fall into step behind me instantly. With my phone in a pocket, and a pistol in my hand; eyes filled with deathly fury as we approach. The moment I step in, the sight before me makes my heart stop. Not because its new, I've seen thousands of dead bodies, it was worse after an all out war between two ruthless mafia Lords. What made my heart stop is the implication. "This is a lot." I mutter, noting the extent of damage that had been done. The thought of innocents being murdered, and killed for something they didn't do or had no idea of; makes my heart ache.