Heal Or Kill The Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

"If you won't help me. I'll help myself. I know you won't kill me. If you wanted to, you'd have all these while. So that leaves me no choice. I have to kill you to save myself." "You're in flames for killing the little girl, and you want to kill me too? You still enjoy playing with fire, don't you Omar?" "..." He didn't say anything after me. He just held the gun tighter and licked his trembling lips. "Alright, enough of this shit. Sixty seconds, you've got sixty seconds to kill me or I'm leaving. I want to be at the hospital when Mae wakes up." I told him and took off my suit jacket. "If I don't pull the trigger in sixty seconds, will you kill me?" He swallowed.

I blushed "I don't mind belonging to your mafia. There's no bloodshed so I guess it's still deadly but at the same time safe." He smiled at me. "When my father came into leadership he changed the rules and when I came in I help strengthened the rules he made." Xavier said "I won't want to kill an innocent soul or I'll be guilty for the rest of my life. I'm glad father changed the rules. It's fair to everyone here." I nodded. "You're really different from the scary mafia boss I was thinking about." I admitted softly He looked at me. "You thought I would have hurt you, right?" he questioned me

I growled, voice cold, “I’ll kill you all before the second bullet leaves your gun.” The leader stepped forward, his face shadowed under the moonlight. “Who the hell sent you?” I demanded, finger steady on the trigger. The men stayed silent, their guns still pointed. My muscles tensed, my heartbeat steady and cold. The playful warmth from seconds ago was gone — replaced by the side of me I always tried to keep buried when she was around. Mafia boss. Killer. Damon Moretti. And whoever sent these men just made the biggest mistake of their lives.

I grinned widely. “You are right, Aero. I’m the one who will be the destruction of this organization.” As I said that, I shot him directly in his forehead. Bullseye. The next person I looked at was the mafia boss. At first, I didn’t really like him. He’s an asshole for kidnapping children to train, to create a killing machine like me. “Please, please don’t kill me. If you spare me, I’ll make you the boss of this mafia.” Oh, he’s actually begging like a child.

And the line went dead. The doctor shivered as he heard the strong and deep voice of the man he could only hear and see on big screens. He was about to collapse thinking it as a dream when Kyle spoke, pulling his head up after a slap. My boss is the mafia leader who has 4000 murder cases and 24654 black market deals registered in his name. Yet not a single one has been proven to put him behind the bars. You rubbed your nose with the wrong man for the sake of a few bucks because you're a fool. I pity you for your idiosyncrasy and thus I grant you a wish. You will see God going the easiest way.” Kyle took out the revolver and shot him point blank and the man went dead within a second.

The blonde guy stuffed the handkerchief at my face, and the sweet scent of the chloroform hit my nose. As my consciousness was starting to drift, I heard the man in the front say, "Finally, we have caught Elian's chick. Now, that bastard of the Mafia Thunder ought to learn his lesson. He will pay for messing with the XS." My last thought before darkness took over completely was, Elian is in the mafia?

He sneered reaching at the height of anger. "Then my skull and your bullet.Please do not hesitate for a second to end me with our own hand but I won't stop until I finish his sick game after all I'll be replacing him as the next boss of American Mafia."I said and ended the call before he could start on me again,he was one of my least problems.

He placed his foot against Jayson's windpipe, instantly causing the man to gag and lose his grip on the dog. "Lo sperone (Heel)," He told the dog, instantly he got off the man, as Salvatore pressed his shoe harder into his neck, Jayson squirming beneath him and gasping, his eyes widening as the Mafia Boss took out his gun, pointing it at his head. "If I ever see you again, I will kill you without hesitation." With that, he let him. Salvatore watching the man cough and gag as he finally got to breathe. The Boss watched as two guards take him away.

His pulse raced; just minutes separated him from his mia bella, and he swore nothing would ever tear her away from him again. Alejandro’s breath grew heavy as they neared the lair of those bastards. He wouldn’t kill that bitch immediately. No—he would make her scream, drag her through agony, the way he always did to those who dared cross him and his Mafia. “Boss, we’re here.” The words snapped him out of his thoughts. He stepped out of the car, face carved in stone, and signaled his men into their positions. He had just started toward the building when his phone rang.

I turned it on as I brought it to his right arm, an upper section from the bone that was still attached. “Let’s try ‘motivational speaker that lost arms and legs who can only be pulled around like some dead weight with balls’, that one really calls to me.” “Ahhhhh!” I led the chipper as it ricocheted in a to and fro motion unto cutting out what was left of his arms. He let out a vigoured scream which was followed by his giving in, or at least the scream for me to stop that held some form of giving in inside them. “It was another Mafia boss that sent us. He said it would be a quick job to kill someone and drive out. He even gave my friend over there a detonator …” He had now risen his head in