Heal Or Kill The Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

His voice was still cold, but something flickered beneath it. She stared at the blood trailing down his sleeve. “You’re hurt.” “It’s nothing.” (It was not nothing.) --- More gunfire erupted deeper inside the estate. Marco approached quickly. “Boss, east wing is compromised. They have explosives—” “Kill every last one of them,” Adrien said, cutting him off. “Boss—” Adrien turned his head, gaze sharp as a blade. “I said every. Last. One.” Marco swallowed and nodded. No survivors. No mercy.

Then his eyes widened. “Oh sht! Zoom in! ZOOM IN! It’s Boss Dark! Holy mother of fcking hell! He’s fighting alone! Look at that monster! Dropping enemies like flies! Damn! Sht! A bullet! Is it gonna hit me? Nah, I’m too pretty to die. My babies, don’t worry! I’m still a virgin. It’s hard to kill bad weeds like me! And if I do die, visit me in hell, my honeys! We’ll make it hot down there—heh heh heh! Oh crap! Rifles! They’re firing! Sht—boom! All gone!” Meanwhile, in another corner of the battlefield, Dark gritted his teeth, his gun trained on the backs of two kneeling Mafia bosses.

"Is a fucking secret mafia lord. Yeah, right. A mafia boss. Do you know what a mafia is?" No one answered Zara, too stunned at what they just heard. "Mafia kills people, undertakes underground activities, smuggles firearms all across the country, torture their enemies to death, and many, many more. He's Satan himself, Zoey. Is that the kind of person you really wanted to be your husband?"

“Lino…” Lino Bautista, the heir to the only Filipino mafia group, bent down and kissed Oriana’s hand. She was shocked compared to the man in front of her whose eyes were as dark as the night outside. “Hands off, Bautista”, Amos coldly said. “Tell your man to stand down, Hachatrjan”, the Filipino mafia boss warned as he slowly stood up straight, with his hands raised in the air. A red dot was following Lino’s forehead. “Tell your man to stand down”, Lino once again said with emphasis on each word. He knew that Russian mafia weren’t taking any jokes when it comes to their relationship.

Family: Raphael Lockwood (father) Alex (mother deceased) , Michael Lockwood (younger half brother), Amelia Wood (younger sister) Friends: Jason Moore (best friend) ******* Meet Gabriel Lockwood ******* My name is Gabriel Lockwood but everyone calls me Gabe. In the mafia world, I am known as The Heir. That’s all because of my father. Raphael Lockwood. I took over the Italian mafia in New York City around two years ago. Father decided to step down and I took over. My sister is the leader of the British Mafia in New York while Michael decided he doesn’t want anything to do with this business. He is the CEO of Lockwood enterprises and he is doing really well for himself.

"Drop the gun slowly and kick it to the side” Marcelo slowly obliged and responded, “you know you are a dead man right?”. Agent Gabriel didn’t pay attention to what he said, and instead said, “Now tell you pet to do the same”. Marcelo didn’t say a word, Agent Gabriel shouted, “Now”!!!

That was the most foolish thing she would have done. "Nathan, what are you doing? Who said that I want to go overseas with you?" "I am just trying to keep you safe so that my brother does not harm you. Do you know what mafia bosses do to people who betray them and take them for granted?" "Who is a mafia boss?" "They deal with all kinds of dark business and drugs. Once they catch a traitor, they kill them and then they sell their organs to the black market. Believe it or not, my brother is the president of all mafia bosses in the entire city."

They both stopped beside the bed. "Stay back" I said already feeling intimidated by his presence. "Ronn?" the second guy said. "Ronn, baby, come here," he said again as he quickly dropped to his knees beside the bed, reaching out with open, trembling hands. "You're safe. Let go of her." The psycho also crouched right beside him, his massive frame towering over the bed as he extended a hand toward his son. "Ronn. Look at me. Get away from her." Get away from me? Is he crazy? Looking at him now, he looked so pitiful. Who cares?

I added and opened the car gently, picking another gun from the box. I came out of hiding, shooting down anyone on my way to where Dante was. He seemed like their boss, and it was always like that in the mafia world. The boss of the boss is always the main killer. I gestured to Aless, who was fighting off one of the guys, to meet me at the spot where Dante was. The thought that these people killed my brother raced through my mind again. “Fuck you!” I cursed at a guy and shot him right in the center of his head, rage pulsing through my veins.

“They’re brothers. Mafia in Sicily. The head honcho, Aamon De Luca, their dad, was killed.” My mind keeps drifting back to something I caught on TV a while back in Sierra’s office. She seemed to know the brothers and had a soft spot for one of them. I squint, trying to recall her exact words. She was pretty specific, like there was more beneath the surface. I thought about digging deeper then, but it didn’t seem relevant to either of my jobs. “The organization is falling apart. Nolan and Flint are on the brink of a full-blown war.” “And?” How well does Sierra really know these guys? Sometimes, the ties between people run deeper than they look.