Chapters In Mafia 2 Novels & Stories

He doesn't spare anyone coming in his way , disrespect is something no-one even thought about but the girl sitting in front of him didn't hesitate once to show her hatred towards him . The most dreadful mafia leader is feeling helpless for the first time in his life, scared to hurt her.he isn't able to understand this feeling he's developing for his little bundle of joy ,he feels happiest around her now a days . Thinking about his own past actions with her ,he didn't wanted to hurt her but seems like his ruthlessness is buried deep inside him ,he couldn't control himself from harming her,that too when he wants to cherish her,treat her like the way she deserves but here she is, who doesn't ev

Reckless actions do lead to poor outcomes. The sun above my head is now in front of me. Time takes forever to pass by as I take time to process all that went down. Alessandro’s footsteps make me lift my chin. He sits right in front of me, the mud tainting his expensive suit. His unsympathetic mafia boss self was hidden deep under, the man in front of me looked defeated. His gaze didn't meet mine, he spoke with his eyes fixated on the floor.

" On your right side. Turn the lamp on. " Catalina found the switch and pressed it. As soon as she touched it, an alarm went off. The pakhan snatched the gun from her hands and with one hand pushed her on the bed with him. She collided with his naked hard chest and now the gun rested on her cleavage. " Rule number 1 . Never believe a Mafia. " He laughed loudly and footsteps echoed in the corridor. The door opened with several men in there and one of them switched on the lights at last.

Our lips were so tantalizingly close and I could feel Lorenzo's gentle, seductive touch as his fingers slowly moved over my thighs. "You're crazy..." I whispered on his lips, "You're a psychopath and a killer, you belong to the world's most violent and dangerous mafia... and here I am in your arms," I shifted closer, so close that the air couldn't even pass between us. "You've broken me, Lorenzo... You've broken my pride, my body, and my heart, and what surprises me the most is that I willingly handed myself to you... to do as you pleased and I have never felt freer." Delilah..." he murmured, his eyes burning with desire as he locked his gaze with mine, the intensity of it causing my heart t

Leonardo paused in his speech. He accessed my facial expression before going on. "It is an oath of secrecy taken, swearing not to divulge the activities of the mafia to law enforcement agencies. You won't be allowed to have unmonitored phone calls, e-mails or texts as every thing will now be monitored by the mafia. You also can't go on unsupervised trips or vacations. All your movements will be monitored and track. You shouldn't be seen with the police either. You will have to be branded as belonging to the Mafia. And the punishment if you don't sign or break any of the rules is...death"

I couldn't take the suffocation I felt. My father didn't stop me. He simply sighed as I made my way past him and into the family room. I wanted to laugh at the irony. I sat on the couch and stared at the piano. I wanted to play but I knew the moment I touched that piano I would break down. I had no room for emotion in my life right now. I was going to be the biggest Mafia Don this world had ever seen. Mafia Dons have no room for emotions or family. My father taught me that early on. “Good Evening Master, Neko is making Dinner. Would you like me to play you a song?” Ayla questioned as she spotted me staring at the Grand Piano.

As Halloway always said “In order to be a good agent, you’ve got to be able to think like a crook and anyone that knew the Mafia families well enough also knew that they had to commit a crime to cover up an organized crime which most times would lead to a slip up. Although it was going to be really hard, Charlie knew that she just had to be a little patient because when that slip happened, she would be waiting to get it and hopefully unravel the deep dirty secrets of the mafia. Then New York would be a safer place and these dark times would be over. She looked up from the pile of paperwork on her desk which she was trying to get through ,yawning because she was beginning to feel a little sle

As he stretched out on the soft couch, he breathed out deeply and sent a cloud of fragrant smoke into the air. Logan Castillejo is a well-known member of the Foedus Corp, which is a well-known mafia group. Taking people's lives is a job that he does with ease and grace. Logan was born into a wealthy and politically influential family, so he grew up with a lot of money and comfort. He quickly and easily gets what he wants. Logan always gets what he wants, no questions asked. The way he lives his life is based on this philosophy. He is an only child, so everything comes to him easily and he lives a very comfortable life.

Despite the dangers, fears, and secrets, I leaned against the car door, resting my head against the windowpane, holding onto the cherished memories. "Don't dwell on last night. The boss knew exactly what he was doing. He always does." Dante's words were filled with admiration and respect. Although I might never fully comprehend the life within the mafia, I could understand the strong bond between its members, with betrayal being a repugnant force that could tear the organization apart. As we entered the city limits, I knew that what I was about to attempt was a long shot at best. But if my instincts were correct, I would find a place to hide until I figured out my next move.

Open his hands," Rafael ordered his men. They quickly obeyed, revealing the man's bruised and bloodied fingers. The man let out a pained groan as his hands were forced open, revealing the extent of the damage done to them. Rafael's eyes narrowed as he inspected the injuries, his expression hardening with each passing second. "You will pay for what you have done," he growled, his voice dripping with venom. The man's eyes widened in fear as he realized the severity of his situation. Rafael was not a man to be trifled with, especially when it came to protecting his loved ones. With a flick of his wrist, Rafael signaled for his men to bring shotguns, a chilling reminder of the consequences of cr