Gangster Disciple Book Of Knowledge Novels & Stories

The code was my date of birth. The knowledge barely registers in my head when I search through the things hidden in the safe. Cash, bars of gold, passports and two account books that arouse my interest. A few minutes after reading the books, my blood runs cold as I process the information in my head. I was now sure that my husband, Dante was involved in some shady business with some people but the worst part of it all was the fact that he was stealing from his own father and brother..... In the mafia, anything associated to betrayal was not a light crime and would be met with the worst punishment which was death. Why was he doing all of this?

he said. “They did indeed.” “That’s great. It’ll give me some early background material. It’s been a bit thin on the ground so far.” Penny still regarded him with raised eyebrows. He got it in the end. “Devil’s Disciples? That a bit OTT.” Penny held the book out of his reach. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Alex asked.

I just silently ate without looking at him when I suddenly felt the urge to talk about something. “So, you must have done a background check on me. What do you know?” I asked while cutting a piece of the pancakes in my plate. I felt him stared at me for a few moments before answering. “I know you’re poor and can’t send yourself to college to finish the four semesters you dropped. You had several cheap jobs in small inns, restaurants and night clubs. You were supporting your mother’s medications until Mr. Racini offered help. I also know that…” he trailed off, his eyes grew darker and vicious.

I feel my stomach twisting at the images in my head. “Killian, how lovely to see you”, I hear a Spanish accent behind me and I turn around to see Arturo, the head of the Mexican Mafia in new York. This is the dream of any head of the mafia, this is where everyone is, one bomb here and I would be the fucking king in New York. “Arturo”, I reply as I shake his hand, he does business directly with me, since his father died he refused to do business with my uncle, he thinks he is old and needs an update on how to do business.

“Do you know who I am?” Of course, Axel knew him from the moment he’d first stepped into his bakery, he’d never forget a face—more or less the same one that pounded him mercilessly five years ago. They’d never exchanged names but Axel found out he was the leader of a pack of mafia wolves, not only had he slept with an Alpha he’d slept with a Mafia boss. But Axel didn’t share any of that. He kept his expression blank and said simply, “You’re in the headlines often enough. Levi Moretti, right?”

The man answered and Rick frowned, He rushed and grabbed the man without pity. " Then where is the book of revelation you scumbag, Rumors have it that you have the Book of Revelation in your possession, If you don't want to tell me where it is, I will need the Book to find it out myself, Where is it? " Rick asked. " Someone stole it " The man answered and Rick aggressively smashed him hard on the ground, Rick's eyes darkened and his claws grew even more longer, Silent ensured as he ripped off all the hearts of everyone in the hall.

He looks like a young warrior wrestling with a heavy rock that could smash his whole world into pieces. Elder Clement steps in front of the boy with practiced mafia calm. "And what pack do your boots belong to, young man?" Before Ethan can even find his voice, a guard in the front row shouts out, "That is Luciano's favorite disciple!" Ethan’s face twists with pure disgust at the word. "I am not his disciple!" he snaps, his voice cracking with heavy emotion. "He used my claws! He forced my wolf to go along with all his dirty scams! Everything about his alpha title is a massive lie!"

I try to get up from the table, but the mobster stops me. “I need you in this business, love—espabilo—, Erick, I need you to arm some bombs for Gian Lucas's whorehouse; love, you will be my bait, I need you to seduce the new boss in charge of the place. Italian asshole stole my merchandise and I want it back.” He wants to bring down the night club with them inside. Damn son of a bitch! ********

He asked in a slightly shaky voice and stared his son down. Rolph just smiled back at him mischievously. "Looks familiar right?" "Is it really what I think it is?" Jakub asked excitedly, sitting up in his chair. "Yes." "How did you know? No! How did you get this book?" "Remember the Mexico mission?" "Draco?" "Yes. We got that from that mission." "Draco gave you this?" Jakub asked with doubt, lacing his voice. "No. Got it from an FBI undercover turned rogue who was buried deep in Draco's ring."

He underestimated me. “I have information that will interest you boss.” He quickly said. He must’ve noticed my hand lingering on the gun beside me. “What makes you think I want to listen to you?” I raised my eyebrow. “Everyone in the underground is talking about it. A book.” He takes a deep breath, “There’s a book that has all the secrets of all the gangs in the city. Even that of El Alma.” The mere mention of the top mafia group in Chicago grabs my attention. Even though it was mostly non-existent and hidden, El Alma remained the biggest mafia group to ever exist. It’s been around since my father was still a boy.