Hot Mafia Guys Novels & Stories

All the bulky mafia men with guns in their holster, trying their best to fill the balloons. Both Chloe and Susie paused to look at a bald man. His veins were literally popping out of his neck and his whole face turned red as he tried to fill the balloon but to no avail. He tried thrice but to no use and then all the other guys were laughing and making fun of him that he took out his gun and aimed at the laughing guy, warning him to shut up or else he'd blow his brains out and then another guy said, first try to blow the balloon and they were ready to go for each other's throat when she stepped in.

"It's not good, you know? This double thing. Kind boss during the day on the plantation, and one mean don in the dark hours. You'll flip somewhere." I gave him a level stare. "Don't you have a vineyard to run?" I said in a low voice, which meant I was close to losing my temper and hitting his face if he lingered. Fillipe was a friend; also involved in both the wines and the mafia. And he was a helluva annoying guy. Being about a year older than me, he had an inclination to gossip. Until he was in the field, and he was as tough as a nail.

"Yes boss" "Take a picture of this tattoo and send it to our guys, let them check out which mafia gang it belongs to". He took out his phone immediately, took a clear picture or it and forwarded it to our hackers. He placed a call and told them to find out which mafia it belongs to and get back to us immediately.

The list seemed to grow exponentially with each passing memory. He knew he had made a lot of enemies over the years. But none of them had ever almost succeeded in killing him. Andrew knew this field he was in came with, all its dangers and more, but he always knew who he was going to track down. This time was different, he didn’t have the slightest idea who the person or which Mafia organization it could be. Finally arriving home, Andrew was sitting in thought in the backseat. Alfred broke the silence, “Sir, we’re here.” He said with a calm voice.

As his screaming emptied into the night sky, the howling of the hound dogs merged and dispersed into the spectacle. The silhouette with the shotgun was Maximus Hassien, brother of the notorious mafia lord Don Isagise Hassien. Their blood bond was poisonous. Maximus was the more rational of the two. He was always cleaning up his brother’s mess. Like this one. The eight nameless men were sent by the unknown Mr. Chaplain, who had bad blood with the myth of El Moruno, the mafia boss.

But now, he stood still, watching every movement of his rival’s brother. Martin’s face bore no emotion. Just calm calculation. Once Lorenzo left the scene, Martin crossed over casually. He looked at the girl's face—eyes open, accusing the night. He sighed, knowing he had to move fast. Inside the club, he found the security room. The guard inside was half-asleep, scrolling through his phone. "Hey," Martin said, knocking on the glass lightly. "You the guy in charge?" "Depends. What’s it to you?" Martin smiled, tapping a bill into his palm. "Just need help finding my friend. She’s wearing a blue crop top, long braids. Can we skim through the camera outside real quick?"

We evaded the bullet successfully and then got to where the men were hidden and then attacked. “Kiara, you are good on your side, right?” Daniel asked. “Of course I am, just focus on yourself right now, okay,” I responded as I stabbed one of the guys right in the eyes. After a few minutes, we got rid of them, and we made our way back to Nora and Mickey. And to no surprise, they were done too. “So, who exactly cares about these guys, huh?”. Daniel asked. “Well you see, it was none other than the black knight's mafia,” Mickey responded, showing one of the dead men tattoos.

We will be the ones to suffer. Robin: Henry, what's going on with your dad? Miracle Doctor: I'm also confused. Rainbow: Hey, handsome guys, are you interested in coming to City W? I'm sunbathing over here. Wow, such a relaxing life... Never Give Up: Someone definitely won't dare to come. Rainbow: Oh yeah, it seems like you all owe us money. Everyone: ... Counter-Strike: Chaos has broken out. What the hell is going on? Are you guys really planning to fight the Mafia? Please, I still want to work until retirement. If I get withdrawn, who will cover for you?

I know we all want to know what happened next on Lidia and Bruno’s part but why don’t you grab a box of popcorn and let journey together into the mafia world part. Thank you for reading, you all mean a lot to me. And let me quickly remind us of their names again: Bruno the ice king Lorenzo the tall man Matador the blacksmith Alarico the balancer accountant Gennado the old wolf Salvatore the ghost money laundering Gravino the cleaner