Novel & Cerita Bring It On My Mafia Life

" I asked, and I couldn't help the strange feeling, something was wrong somewhere. On hearing my tensed mood and the mention of my father, Festus stepped forward. "Prudence tell me. your father is dead!!!" she cried out, and I didn't know when the phone fell from my hand. . The rest of the day was gloomy for me, ever since the news of my father's death. He was shot. The life of a mafia don. It was inevitable now, that I had to return to Italy. Because Sergio was planning an ugly takeover.

If I didn't stop him, I would lose four fingers, only my thumb would be cut off later because it was a little bit away from the other fingers. "I don't want to lose my fingers, please. I am still so young and yet to get married. Imagine not having fingers, that’s so inconvenient," I pleaded, tears brimming my eyes. "I swear I will repay the money. You can take all of my savings and I will pay the rest in installments. I swear on yo—" when he put more pressure on the knife, instantly, I corrected myself, "Ember Corbin. I swear on Em–myself." Of course, he wanted the money. I was an idiot. He was in the mafia; he earned illegally, and an unknown woman had just wasted his precious money.

she stated. " Hmm… then why is my life in danger if Stephano would not be after my life?" I asked in confusion. "Bianca! You just destroyed the only ticket to being the Mafia queen. She's going to be livid right now. Well technically I know you didn't mean to do that but you sorta did it," she said. " Oh fuck!" I groaned, why do I just keep attracting unnecessary drama? "What am I going to do now?" I asked Pat tiredly. This whole situation was really stressing me out.

" I said. With the message sent immediate action was required! As I dressed to head off to send my message my mind drifted off to my mate. Uneasiness, was all I felt whenever my mind drifted off to her. I hope wherever she is no one is treating her badly else when I get my hands on them they would regret it. But now I need to focus, I will think of her later. In many times during a fight things tend to go wrong between the mafia groups. And tonight was time like this. “Let’s move out.” I said. “Yes boss.” “I don’t have a good feeling about this.” Daniel my right hand said.

“I am not God Mack, you know the rules, you were warned.“ He picked two bare wires and brought them together causing an electric shock. “What is the second rule of the mafia society?“ He asked Mack whose eyes didn't leave the wires he was holding. “Never involve children in the act,” he muttered still staring at his hands. “And what did you do?“ Alex raised his brows. “I made children sell drugs.“ He muttered. “Good and now it is time you pay for your crimes,” he placed the bare wires on Mack's legs sending waves of electric shock through his body. The man yelled, he couldn't take his legs away because he was bounded. “Boss have mercy,” he yelled. Alex laughed, he has missed this, the cry fo

'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.

This bastard seemed really determined to blow her head off if she kept screaming and resisting. Yes, what kind of dream did Bella have last night that she had to experience a kidnapping like this? It was clear to her that these people were members of a gang. Marco Vilante, as Darrel suspected, was a dangerous mafia leader. Bella never thought she would have to deal with these dangerous people. It was all because of that damn accident that led to her being kidnapped like this.

Scot says. “You do not understand the power the mafia possesses. Your government knows nothing, they will never be able to protect me. They will hunt me down for years and I do not think I want to live my life constantly looking over my shoulders. What kind of life will that be? No, I will prefer to fight. It will be a more honorable death, after all that is how I was trained.” “You can’t take on the entire mafia.” “What else can I do? Except there is a way for the testimony not to link back to me.”