Haikyuu Mafia Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I got into a little trouble, but I am currently fixing it, Mama." "He is not something you could fix yourself. All you need to do is go home alive. Don't waste your precious time. Such a simple task, Misaki. Let me do the rest." Without the scolding and questions, it seemed like her mother already knew a part of the story, or maybe she already knew everything. "He won't kill me, Mama. You know he can't. Let me handle my troubles by myself," She said before ending the call, realizing that she had to fix her problem immediately.

I couldn’t reach Camilla if they were still breathing. So I did what we’re trained to do... what every man in the mafia learns early. You don’t wait for mercy. You make the crack yourself. You bend the impossible until it breaks. I’d been fighting impossible battles all my life. This? This was just another cage to tear open. I let my lips curl. “Tell me something,” I said, my voice low and taunting. “Which one of you f*cks the wall to earn Celestino’s good graces?”

Entering the room, the tidy, humble living room came into view, decorated with two couches and a table she had bought from F******k Marketplace at a really cheap price. But these different-colored couches weren't what made her stumble, but the man sitting on them. Carlo. The bastard. Anger erupted in her chest, but the sight of Marco, who was sitting at the side, made her keep her cool. She glanced at him. "Go eat some." Marco stood up, taking the cake while winking meaningfully at her. "Uh, I will excuse you two lovebirds then."

What a lovely day it had turned into for everyone except for a particular mafia boss. The mafia boss let out a muted noise of discontentment. Didn't they have anything interesting to report? Traitors to be made examples of? No people playing in territory that didn't belong to them? Anything would've been better than the financial report his right-hand man continued to drone on about. David's head remained supported by a hand under his chin as he forced himself to continue listening.

"Then what did you do?" She got up and stood before me, thinking her small petite body actually intimidated me in some way. "I've explained this so many times. The Italian Mafia requires a stable leader. This marriage is my sign of stability. It makes me look more eligible and worthy to lead the organization." "Is it because I'm Japanese?" she croaked. "Akira, you are in the Italian Mafia. Why would you being Japanese be a problem now?" "I've seen your little bride, " she grumbled. "She carries the aesthetic of your entire ethnicity."

LUCYA I walked to my bedroom then I reached for the laptop which Maximo gave me. There are lots of folders on the screen, I got confused of which one I should click on first. I saw a folder named, 'Records', I clicked on it. I got a list of names. I keep on scrolling down, and I got aware that all those peoples have been killed. Looking upon the other folders. I got Maximo's profile details in which has written in, he is a mafia godfather. I staggered, Maximo is a mafia godfather. He is the leader of this gang? I should talk to him...I didn't know he would be a murderer. I'm a little terrified for facing him since I knew his truth, but why he brought me here? I should find out what is his am

“The men at the restaurant weren’t random terrorists, Alex. They were after me.” Alex’s smirk faded slightly. “Yeah, I kind of figured that part out. What I don’t get is why.” Damien took a deep breath before sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing his hands together. “The Cobra isn’t just some gang. They’re an international organization—dangerous, well-funded, and relentless. I used to be part of them, when my family was in great dept and I need money for my parents medication.” Alex blinked, his body stiffening slightly. “…What?”

Only she, Zekiel, and Hazel’s men were together that day. “They’ve been hiding this all along,” Zayne said as their parents left. “True! How does Mommy have a mafia friend?! As far as I know, she hates the mafia!” Zoey blurted out before standing up. “We need to follow them, Kuya! If Mommy and Daddy have the mafia as allies, they’ll probably get information about Uncle Clark quickly!” Zayne stopped her again, making Zoey glare at him in frustration. “What’s your problem, Kuya?! You’ve been stopping me this whole time!”

“I will not tie myself to some random woman for life just to pacify our ranks. - This between us is a business, dear, an act, I'm a great artist. – Kykyou said. – I'm not a random woman, nor just anyone, I've been in the mafia information business for some time. – She retaliated. - Know that I'm not random. – Kykyou said. - Now, let me show you something, this is what you're going to use to blackmail her father. – He said. - We put together some videos, to be able to use against her father, a great blackmail.

His body began is wonderful raised both her legs around his legs as she sat above his hip; Kiara leaned on the soles of her palms to look with admiration for the predicament which is the same sign it! Only who can convince a mafia organization ANGLO Tomse largest leader in Miami to tie the handcuffs in the head of the bed! "Well Kiara; I have fun and Houdeta your time now the jaws of my bonds?!" Kiara smiled cunningly his words; Is learning that he is serious by the tone of his voice with strong passive and this is delaying the launch of his hands to be free of restrictions!