Heal Or Kill The Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

Roberto looked at Martina that sat next to him on the couch, her legs were folded up on the couch as she paid full attention to the movie. “Why do you say so?” She asked, keeping her eyes glued on the television. “This is a mafia story,” He responded. “And he is in love with a school girl.” She nodded and looked at him. “What do you think?” He asked, and she chuckled as she looked at the television again. “I think if it were to be our story, if I was the one that spilled that juice on you, you’d have my head on a plate the next minute. Can’t you see how gentle he is? He didn’t raise his voice at her at all,” She explained, and Roberto scoffed. “He would suffer at the end. This I am sure of.

I shouted, cutting him off, and he frowned. "Watch your tone when talking to me. You disobeyed me, lied to me, and put yourself in danger by going out with this riff-raff, and now that I want to punish him, you're asking me to spare him. Why?" He asked in a calm tone. "You can't kill him; you're not a killer." I let out, and he just let out a breathy chuckle. "I was a Mafia Boss, Catherine; my hands are bloody, I have killed, and I don't mind killing this rat here."

Summoning my courage, I gathered the strength to ask the question that had been haunting my mind for a long time. “Who are you, really? A drug lord? A syndicate? A killer? A—” “I’m a mafia boss.” He interrupted whatever I was about to say. I was taken aback. “A what?” “Mafia boss,” he repeated calmly. “Now that you have discovered something about me again, my secret should remain safe. Unfortunately, the only way for it to happen is to either kill you and bury my secret with you or to keep you so that I can make sure that you will not speak up.”

Alftredo The deal had gone to hell. I slammed the door to my private study so hard the paintings on the wall rattled. That bastard from Naples had double-crossed us. Thirty million euros in product loss because some greedy snake decided to play both sides. Scarfaced had warned me, but I thought I could handle it. Now blood had been spilled, and I was left cleaning up another mess. I had always been a bad Mafia Boss if not for Scarfaced, my fathers empire would have fallen.

Then: “Elena, where are you? Are you okay?” “We’re alive. Barely,” I said. “Alessandro was shot. I— I’ve done things, Dad. I’ve had to... I just—” “You’re safe?” he interrupted. “Yes, for now. But we need to know what the hell is going on. Someone sent the Mafia to kill Alessandro. We were ambushed. Nearly died. I need answers. I need—” “Elena,” he said softly. “I’ll take care of it. Just... stay hidden. Don’t move.”

I huff “NO WAY!” Chloe let out a deafening scream that made me quickly pull the phone far from my ear. “ YOU MET LUCA CROVETTO!” “That’s what he said” I replied surprisingly rubbing my chin “Since when did you know about Mr crovetto?” “I’ve read about him in the news, I know he is a big player in the global market, always making power moves, there were allegations against him one time that he might be involved in some sort of mafia activities !”

Isabella shouted, her daggers flashing off the air one after another. As much as I wanted to walk away, every instinct told me I couldn’t. I didn’t want to look like a coward to my mortal enemy. The idea of her mocking me at the office until work hours ends, would be the death of me. I’m Keigh Russo, the deadliest mafia of all. I have to live up to my name. I saw some of the Moretti guards fighting against the drugged ones. Every move they made was calculated and precised. It made me realize how these men were trained their whole lives for moments like this.

It was about desecration. Misha didn’t just punish him. He humiliated him. And now the whole Bratva knew. I stepped between them. Between Misha and the man he wanted to kill. And I looked Misha in the eye. Only him. “Please,” I added, lower now. “End this.” Something flickered behind his eyes. Not submission. But restraint. Which, from a man like Misha, was the most violent kind of love. He lowered the blade. Just enough.

I’m just his guard—nothing more, nothing less. I could die right now for all he cares. Fucking hilarious. I wonder how he’ll react once he finds out that he’s wishing death upon his child too. Honestly, he probably wouldn't even bat an eyelash, considering it felt like he fucking meant it when he told his dad that I couldjust die and he wouldn’t care. At that point, I realized just how cruel the mafia is. One day, they act like they’re important to you, and the next thing you know, they don’t give a fuck at all.

I said "Arora" dad said "You're going to quit and stop seeing him," Felix said "Are you fucking serious right now?" I asked him "I won't let you get hurt again," Dad said "You say that but yet if you do this you'd not only hurt me you'll hurt my daughter," I said "We're trying to protect you he's in the fucking mafia. The strongest mafia!" Dad said "My fucking soul. You're in the mafia! You actually thought I'm an idiot? You are the Don of the Italian mafia Dad. They keep hunting us because you are the head. Mom died because of this stupid mafia!" I yelled