Heal Or Kill The Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

I was sympathizing with a killer, the head of the Mafia. "That is my job." He looked me over again and I was so lost in how handsome he is. "I want Niko's killers. Amy needs her revenge or she'll never move on." "You think that is Declan or Vito?" I asked, pushing down how bazaar this conversation was.

his father mumbled. They all gave their blood, sweat and tears for this. To erase the entire Clyborne. Whoever won between Larisa and Gabe will remain in this Mafia world. And whoever among them died, will be erased in this Mafia world. "Kill me," Gabe Clyborne said and flashed a weak smile on his lips. Larisa was shattered while looking at him. In the very first place, her mission was to be a spy and erase the Clyborne…to kill Gabe Clyborne. As tears began to roll down on her cheeks, Larisa smiled the smallest before holding the gun firmly.

I said in an attempt to pacify her. “Oh but I do, I really, really want to do this. When father dies, do you know who has the power over the mafia? Me,” she said, pointing the knife to herself for emphasis. “That can't happen with you around. You're the biological child, the legal heir. I don't stand a chance against blood,” she said as she pushed me to the bed and straddled me. I felt pain shoot up my spine as my palm fell flat on the bed. “But I don't want it. I swear, I don't want anything to do with the mafia. You have nothing to worry about,” I said from beneath her.

I messed around with all of his shipment and was the one that killed in his club relentlessly and managed to outsmart the polygraph test. Moreover, his face when he realizes the one that he killed with no hesitation is alive. The person that managed to make him happy even if it was for such a short amount of time. The person that made him overcome his fears. The person told him that she loved him but left coldly. I thought everyone had a heart but I was wrong. Dead fucking wrong. He was an icy cold, remorseless, guilt-free mafia boss, and good for him; he has what it takes to become the best in the underground but at what cost? He lost me and if it weren’t for Angelo I would be six feet unde

Emily demanded, looking him dead in the eye. “Firstly, I’m really sorry for not telling you. I just got worried about the baby, so please understand,” he said, reaching for her hands. She yanked them away. “Remember Don Emilio? The one I said was offering to do business with us?” “Yes, the one I told you to decline. What about him?” Emily asked sharply. “I never knew he was a very dangerous man,” Richard said, running his hands through his hair. “He’s actually a mafia boss.”

The belt was right on my wrists, just below the wound on my hand, straining my entire arm. “It’s hurting, please.” I cried again, thinking how ruthless he was to render me to such pain even after knowing what I already went through. He was no good either, indeed. He was as same as his enemy. He was truly a mafia boss as shown in the movies. They are also shown to be heartless and cruel. That’s what Jacob was. He was born to be a mafia boss. He possessed the skills and audacity to inflict pain on others. “I don’t care.” He replied and lifted his body up from me, releasing the weight, while I continued to breathe heavily in fear and anticipation for what worst was about to come.

Grabbing a handful of his hair, yanking his head to meet my gaze, “Alright Darb, you don't want to talk, I'll just have tried another way...a better way” “Jace! JACE!” I yelled. Rushing into the room where Darb, and I was, Jace stumbled over a few buckets, “Yes, boss?” “Bring me a chisel, a jackhammer, and some duct tape, and some whiskey, I could use a drink” wickedly smiling at Darb realizing how afraid he has gotten. “Yes…yes boss,” said a frightened Jace leaving the room. “Listen to me Darb I'm beginning to run out of patience, I'll slit your fucking throat and sleep just fine, but I want you to suffer a slow and long death, so in your afterlife, you'll think twice before stealing or cro

"She stabbed his eyes. All of his men charged on her immediately. But before anyone could make a move she sliced his neck. There He bleeds to death. Who thought the Italian mafia leader would die like that. I am so proud of her. I am blessed that she was my mother." His eyes shine so bright. I can feel the warmth radiating off him. "To avenge their leader's death, his men charged on her together. They beat her to death But still there was slight life left inside her. They poured kerosene all over you and the room.

Tony said simply. “What like the Mafia?” Said Grace shocked. “The Mafia is the Italian version, you already met Xan who is the Chinese Gang Syndicate leader and you already met the European one as well!" Tony said carefully. “Xan, that arsehole I just stared down?” Grace said and Tony nodded. "Who is the European one?” She asked quickly. Tony sighed and said “Kurt Blackwood!” There was a silence as the blood drained out of Grace’s face. She felt like someone had ripped her heart out and kicked her in the stomach at the same time.

If he just left his mafia then it would've been so easy for Serrano to kill his whole family because of no security. Once a mafia, was always a mafia. He has killed a lot of bastards. Didn't she know they would come to kill him and his family as soon as they knew he was playing a normal man and left his empire behind. It wasn't that easy, perhaps it wasn't even possible. She didn't know the cruelty of this world but he did. The more powerful you are the better because the weak ones were nothing more than a pawn in this world. She has hurt him for three fucking years. Every day he prayed. He didn't know to whom he was praying but he prayed for the safety of her and Chase.