Heal Or Kill The Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

Creatures of habit were the easiest to kill, idiots with no sense of suspicion. I moved before the lighter clicked, a silenced gun in my hand. “Hey, who's there." "The devil,” I said, plunging a knife straight into his chest. The second guard went down fast, elbow to the throat, no sound. The third turned and caught a fist to the jaw that paralyzed him where he stood. The third reached for his weapon and I had the gun at the boss's temple before his hand closed around it. "Tell your man to put it down," I said to the mafia boss. "Or you lose your head before he pulls the trigger."

"The footage has already been deleted. There's nothing left." "But what if she has a copy? Or what if the system stored a backup?" Felicia pressed, moving closer to Xandes. "She won't find it," Xandes cut in firmly. "I personally made sure the entire mansion's security system was cleaned out last night. You don't need to panic." Felicia squeezed her own fingers. "But what if Tere still blames Cleo?" Xandes's gaze suddenly hardened. "Cleo is still a child. He didn't do anything intentionally."

"Find him asap and leave the rest to me." "You're stabbing deeper than your dagger can go, boy. I don't think you realize the gravity of what you plan to do, or perhaps you're yet to realize where you are: permit me to orientate you a little; in the mafia, you do not start what you can not finish, most especially when you have no support system whatsoever. Every day is bloody, be it expectedly or unexpectedly, and usually not in the easy way. Very few are fortunate to have a swift death while others undergo slow, painful deaths. Rest assured, I'm not trying to scare you, on the contrary, I'm simply trying to reset whatever thought you've schemed." "So are you doing it or not?"

“That my son—my heir—would allow someone to make him look like a clown.” my jaw tightening beneath the gauze. “It won’t happen again.” “It better not,” he said, stepping away from me, smoke trailing like a cloak around him. He paused at the window, the lights bleeding through the glass. “If it were me, I’d have killed the bastard outright.” He chuckled low. “But that’s not fun, is it? A man learns more from suffering than from death.” He glanced back, his eyes cutting into me. “Make sure his life isn’t easy here. Show him what it means to cross a De Luca.”

Anything to distract himself. "Oh, that's right...your old man passed away years ago. And your loser brother. What was his name, Bobby?" Nic kept digging the handcuffs further and further into his skin. He knew they were probably bleeding by now. "Yeah, I saw the pictures of what they did to him. Fuck, they made a mess, didn't they? But, you know what I say...serves the fucker right. He was nothing but a drug addict anyway, so who gives a shit if you only had half of his body to bury," Marsh laughed.

I already died years ago and today a flicker of hope also disappeared watching Crystal like this. Something wet fell on my cheek and it’s when I noticed the tears. It’s when my heart soared and I fell on my knees realizing what I have lost. Loud sobs racked from the heart of a proud mafia boss, in front of eyes that bowed in his feet. The boss of Italian Mafia was finally taken down. Not by a bullet, but by heartbreak. In that mere moment, when my sobs ranged loud, full of pain, numbing the mind, the voice of my heart overpowered finally making me listen.

She bursted out in tears. She ran out of ammo and she dropped the gun to the floor. Katy was unrecognizable in the state she was in. Rufus cried out in pain. "Give me a quick death, please," He cried but Damon was not having it. He reloaded his gun and he shot at his feet and knee. "I'll give you a break," Damon said before turned to us. "Get me fuel, Vivian will burn their corpse," He ordered Harry with heavy breaths. This was the way of mafia, kill or be killed.

I just stretched out my hand with a smile on my face and looked at the mafia boss who was not a boss any longer. I cleared my throat in an attempt to grab his heed, "So tell me, who's the real boss now?" I asked the question, Lucifer Miller stalled his eyes on my face as I titled my head and, *shot* pulled the trigger! His body fell on the floor beside his son's, with a thud. I emptied all the bullets in his head before throwing it on the ground between the dead bodies, I walked back to Maria and kissed her forehead with a sigh. I smiled at Malik standing behind Maria's back with a questionable look, and he knew what I meant. He smiled back before pulling out his phone and said, "Bring her i

They say sometimes, life always comes back to hit back at you. One of the enemies Ben had when he was still a mafia boss came after him and his wife Bella was killed. It really broke his heart that he became a cop to arrest and kill any mafia boss that comes his way, and Bruno has been that one mafia boss that has given him trouble for years now.

I didn't even ask the question to get an answer, “The mafia world” “Huh?” I asked pulling me away from him to look into his eyes. He looked back down at me, his right hand moved to my blonde, he stroke it, “Yes Red J, I know you've always wondered what kind of a person I am. I kill without remorse and I do so easily. Well, that's because I am the mafia boss of my clan, we kill in the mafia world. Jonathan also is a mafia boss but of a small clan”