Heal Or Kill The Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

“You’ll pay for this. Don’t forget that the very same people you are running from already know you were involved in this. Your men are scattered around somewhere, rotting,” Though it troubles the Mafia man that Sandy was indeed right, he doesn’t let it show. “I can always get myself out of this. I’m not the enemy here. but,” he stood up, pocketing his hands as he sized up the delusional man in front of him. “What are you going to do?” “I’ll finish what I started,” Sandy said throwing the iPad at the boss. It missed him by an inch, shattering somewhere behind him. “With or without your help,” the Mafia man could only look at him in pity.

Carson mocked pity and suddenly turned serious. “Try me. Nobody will come here for your rescue. The mistake you made was to underestimate Campbells and follow your boss. Before you take over a case you must study both the culprit and the innocent and make a decision on whom to support. This is the fundamental rule of the mafia. How did you miss such a primary point? Every hospital in this city is the recipient of our philanthropy. They can't dare to invoke our black-eye. You were a stupid. But I can give you a chance, you still have time. Tell me who your boss is. You will get a peaceful death. Otherwise you will suffer the most painful end on this earth for trying to aim a gun at my son.” C

There was a note of tenderness in his voice the whole time, indicating that he would not harm her. He's reckless and dangerous still he was calm with her last night. He had made it crystal clear, if there's any future it will be with him. Her heart went off rhythm when she heard mafia from him. There was dread in her stomach. She could still feel it. She was expecting him to be a rogue, cruel businessman but not a mafia. What would he do for a living? Killing people? Selling drugs among youngsters? kidnapping? Human Trafficking? Prostitution?

There were only the marks of the bullets he had recently received, he was a wolf with the ability to heal in a few minutes. I got up from the ground seeing that it was all over, but it wasn't, I felt a motorcycle coming at full speed towards here. Just by instinct, I shot myself several times, but that person shot towards the boss and my companions; however, he fell to the ground because of the shots I fired at him. It was a somewhat disconcerting scene, and that was only the beginning of the war between the mafia in this city. The boss walked to where the body of the people who tried to kill him was, some of them were dying, so he decided to kill them at once with his gun without mercy.

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.

"Who says you have to love someone to marry them? You just need to have a child with her that's all." Adrain glared at him in disgust. "How can you be so cruel father?! How can you ask me to use her like that?" "You're being too emotional Adrain, a mafia boss can't afford to work with his emotions. You'd have to kill both good and bad people, you'd have to do cruel things, you'd have to work without thinking twice because it's either you or them! I have taught you this so how have you forgotten it all so easily?" Bryce yelled and slammed his fists oj the table.

He looked at Amelia with a cool, indifferent gaze. "So tell me, why do you want to see me?" he asked, his voice smooth but carrying an edge of authority. Amelia, with a sense of urgency and frustration, blurted out, "I want to pay you to deal with someone! Beat her up, but don't kill her!" Her words hung in the air, causing the mafia boss to pause briefly, his expression unreadable. After a moment of silence, the boss's lips curled into a smirk, and he began to laugh, the sound mocking and dismissive.

U just had to keep my mouth shut and i feel like I never had such good luck in life because now I just had to go ahead and get involved with a freaking mafia boss. This was my life. This was just my sad and pathetic sad life and it's only just a matter of time before Marco finally kills me and I knew that to help myself and also stay alive I just had to shut up and keep my mouth shut so that I could live longer. My heart was beating so fast and I didn't even know how I was going tj face him. He didn't catch me unlike last time but yet I felt so scared because he was a freaking mafia boss which meant that he could do literally anything to me and that meant killing me in one go

my Bugatti along with Kane and Jarrod (my close friend and also Harmon's only son) I made my way to the hospital where the doctor was sitting awaiting my arrival. I got good news and bad news, but most of all I got the news that gave me a reason to kill. In the Mafia we don’t kill for fun, at least I don’t, we kill when someone threatens our life or the life of our families, and Belarus just took the life of someone essential to me, so he has to pay. Dearly. The next morning, we arranged everything for the burial of Harm who died from multiple gunshot wounds. The main cause was a bullet to the head.

______________________________________________________________________________________________________ I could barely breathe due to the tightness of the hug I was surprised with as soon as we entered the lounge. "You're the splitting image of your mother, Maria," Mason said, releasing me from the tight hug. He knew them. He hugged me. He looked genuinely happy that I was standing before him. That wasn't supposed to be the reaction of a guilty man. Everyone knew that mafia world was a crime world. People own up to their killings and crimes. If Mason was guilty, surely he wouldn't lie about it. "Did you kill her? And George too?" I asked blatantly. The overwhelming feeling I had earlier befor