Novel & Cerita Heal Or Kill The Mafia Boss

“Are you gonna attend the party?” Klaus voice hit Nicklaus in his zoned out mind. A small breath escaped his lips as he responded. “It’s not like I have a choice. We’ll make it quick” Honestly Klaus wasn’t any different, he dearly wished he could skip the event too. His date was Mia and that to him was enough reason not to attend but it was an official request so not attending would send a wrong message. With Nicklaus back still turned to him he said “what’s your plan? The detained perpetrator was killed by Juliet which means there’s no more witness”

“So, my pretty little doll, what’s it going to be? Kill me and end your own life? Or put that silly knife down and I’ll forgive your childish way, and we can get on with our day.” His voice deepened, like a warning. “Tik... tok... In this world, time is money. Don’t waste mine.” My hands shook harder against his throat. His skin was warm, brown, and too smooth for a mafia boss. I couldn’t help it, my eyes dropped down the carved ridges of his chest, the tight planes of his abs, to where the sheets just barely covered him at the waist. If I killed him, there was no way I’d be able to drag that solid body into hiding, let alone clean the mess his blood would make. The white sheets would soak i

Everything had been a lie—a manipulation and a show to lead to that moment, the moment he could get revenge against the mafia that covered up the man who raped him and did the same to his mother, destroying his life. I'd been a pawn in his game of conquest—not more than another piece on that board, someone Marco manipulated according to his will. Fury invaded me, and without thinking anymore, I clenched my fist and raised it quickly, punching his face hard. The surprise and force made him release the chair and stagger back. I didn't care about the pain spreading through my fingers and knuckles—I stood and went after him, kneeing his groin and leaving him grunting in pain before turning towar

I aimed and fired twice; one dropped, the other ducked. Rafa was already returning fire, cool and precise. He didn't seem caught off guard; he looked like he’d done this a thousand times. Because, well, he’s a mafia boss; I wouldn’t expect anything less. A bullet grazed Rafa’s side, making him flinch, but he didn't fall. Instead, he pressed his hand to the wound, blood seeping through his shirt. “I'm fine,” he said through gritted teeth. He wasn't, but he’d survive. A small injury wouldn’t do much harm.

she said evenly. That earned her a low, amused chuckle. “You’re not what I expected from a maid.” “And you’re not what I expected from a mafia boss.” He stepped closer, slow and deliberate, until there were only a few inches between them. The faint scent of whiskey and smoke curled around her. His voice dropped. “You say ‘mafia’ like it’s a bad word.” “I say it like it’s a dangerous one.” For a moment, the air between them was charged, his gaze dipping briefly to her mouth before meeting her eyes again. Then, just as quickly, he stepped back, the moment broken.

They took out their penises from their pants and pointed them at Harry's helpless body. “Arrrggghhh!!” Harry immediately screamed in pain when the mafia members did something he had never imagined before. His wounds became even more painful, even more painful than before. He continued to howl in pain, his body shaking violently. Slowly, his vision began to darken. “You're going to die, you stupid traitor!” said one of the mafia members, making the others laugh with satisfaction. They were going to prolong this old man's hell. ***** Meanwhile, Jefford, the leader of the Black Wolf mafia, was focused on staring at the photo of a wolf on the wall in front of him. It was an alpha wolf, symbolizi

Gary asked beside me. “Handle the body. I have something to do,” I said, sending him away. I was only aware of one mafia boss in the city. One that everyone somehow wants gone, dead or I turned a new leaf. It was laughable. They could try but they wouldn’t win against me. Not only did I have immunity but they would find nothing. Even if I stepped out with blood dripping down my clothes. Everyone backed away when I got close but I ignored them, eyes focused on one person and one person alone.

How could she speak its unspoken language, navigate its shadows… and yet possess a healer’s hands, with the kind of medical skill that could save a life on the edge of death? He had spent his life as a mafia boss…...negotiating in smoke-filled rooms, ruling in the dark, balancing bloodshed and business. He had dealt with every kind of creature the underworld could breed: assassins who could kill without a sound, doctors who played God with a scalpel, masterminds who could topple empires from behind a desk. But never…. not once…..had he met anyone like her. She was young. Beautiful. Brilliant. But beyond all that… she was powerful. Not the kind of power that flaunted itself, but the quiet, da

I sat down with a dejected sigh on the sofa and all three of them quickly came to me. They were asking me if I am ok, but I am not... I feel like a failure and now I realised how much I want Kaiser and Igor to die. I need to kill them... yes I have to... that is the only way I can heal. I don't need anything else... I have to kill them and since I can't do it myself now, I will use Romano... yes we all will go there and with his help I will kill both of them. I will merge our Mafias.

I staggered back due to the force, but luckily hit the wall with my back instead of my head or falling back-flat on the ground. 'Hai un desiderio di morte? Puoi farti male là fuori o peggio, morto!' (Do you have a death wish? You can get hurt, or worse, dead!) 'I am part of the mafia, belle, in fact, I am the mafia, you can get killed!' His angry eyes were fixed on me, and I knew that if I pushed too far, he would snap. I wanted him to.