Horse Mafia Blessings Novels & Stories

I said, my voice quieter, “when you first brought me here… you almost… forced yourself on me. But then you suddenly stopped. And now you’re acting so differently. Was that you back then? Or… was it someone else?” He was silent for a long moment, his eyes dark with memory. Then he spoke, his voice low and full of genuine regret. “I’m sorry for that,” he said. “That was Moses. My wolf. He wanted to bond with you instantly, to make sure you wouldn’t be able to leave us.” “Us?” I said, my voice sharp with sudden interest. “What do you mean, us?” Enzo stood, placing his hands in his pockets. “Me and my wolf,” he said. “Moses. He’s truly part of me. He’s the one you saw when I transformed that nig

Well…I won’t tell you because that would violate his rules. What I can tell you is that the Mafia doesn’t go after little girls. Instead, the Mafia takes the son of their deceased clients, they turn him into like them, and his sister becomes the girl that no one wants to sit at the lunch table with because God forbid you cross paths with her brother. Needless to say, loneliness becomes your shadow. My name is Mercy—Mercy Carter. I went to college. Got myself a useless Bachelor of Science in Mathematics degree with only two classes short of a Master of Physics degree.

"The question is how long it takes." I picked up the knife from the table. Six inches of steel. The blade caught the light. Sharp enough to shave with. I'd tested it before. I pressed it against the first man's throat. Not cutting. Not yet. Just pressure. Enough to make a dent in his skin. One small push and the blade would slice through. Hit his carotid. He'd bleed out in seconds. "Talk." "Viktor!" He screamed the name like a prayer. "Viktor Konstantin! Russian mafia! He hired us! He runs everything! The trafficking! The shipments! All of it!"

“Geez, you look like you’re about to murder someone. You have to relax, bro. I know you have a crush on him and all, but he’s not stripping for the class. He’s just existing. Violently existing.” The guy sitting two seats over leaned across the aisle like they were all in on the same conspiracy. “That’s actually not normal tattoos, guys. That’s mafia ink,” he said, his voice slow and smug. “I’ve seen those before. A dagger-and-rosary combo is classic mafia. The guy’s probably got a rap sheet and a body count. I bet he’s got a private plane parked somewhere with blood money in the cargo hold.” Archer snorted. “You watch too much N*****x, bro.”

This is amazing. After reigning Savienna, the attention returned to us. "In the power of my name, I now declare Sabrina Klea Lacsamana, as the wife of the First Mafia Boss. May you live longer." That was the last thing the bishop said before we were showered with roses and applause from the people in the sacred Hall. In this organization, I am now married to Saint, which means I am now bound to him. That whatever he does is connected to me. If he dies, I die too...we are now bound to each other.

Dmitri spat out blood in my direction, an act of disrespect. I stood up from the chair and walked closer to him, raising his chin so he could take a look at me. "Unlike your miserable father, I am the biggest Mafia Lord in the entire city. Every single one of my enemies fears me, and they all have the right to do so. I am showing you mercy by exchanging your freedom for that of your sister, you should be thankful." I let go afterward, and with one last look at him, I walked out of the room.

Lucifer asked, noticing the shift in Spike’s demeanor. Spike’s eyes gleamed with a mix of excitement and intrigue. “I’ve just received intel on two major Mafia organizations—one based in Eastern Europe and the other in Italy. Both are deeply entrenched in the underworld, and guess what? They go by the same name: *Nosce Hostem.*” Lucifer’s expression darkened, his mind immediately racing. “Are you saying there are two factions with the same name? That can’t be a coincidence.”

He laughed, pulling me against his chest. "Naughty," he teased. "I've waited for you all these years…" His hand traced along my waist, suggestive. "Don't you think it's time for a reward?" I smiled and kissed him. … Three months later, in the Massimo family chapel, the priest sprinkled holy water on my infant son's forehead. All the Mafia bosses stood in solemn respect. Elio held our son, tucking the badge coiled with the black mamba into his swaddling.

Dana insisted. "I'm sorry for keeping a secret from you, Dana. But I hope it won't change your mind about me." Marcus nervously said, as he starts sweating. Dana gently held Marcus' hand, as she gave him an encouraging smile. "I trust you, Marcus." she firmly stated. Marcus took a deep, calming breath and he mustered all his courage to speak. "Dana, my grandfather, Michael Montserrat was the Godfather or the leader of an organized Mafia crime group, which is notoriously called as "La Familia." he started.

Fred taunted Bowie, he knew how long he had been in a batter with his brother ( Bowie ). Fred, Bruce, and Bowie we're all brothers, and siblings from the same mother and father. While Bruce was the eldest, Fred was the last child. He was different from the rest of his family, while his brothers took his mother's facials he took his father's. He also decided to dive into a different career from the one his family was into, yes Bruce and Bowie were Mafia lords. gods of the underworld, they were both known as demons hiding within humans, they killed and murdered with reserve.