How Long Is Mafia 1 Novels & Stories

I ask calmly. He chuckles and walks to the side of the bed where i lay. He takes out a seat and sits next to me. " Gray doesn't deserve you at all. I bet he deserves no one." He says. " Have you ever wondered how Gray rose to fame in such a short period of time?" " It took him eight years." I reply. Vladimir laughs. " Nobody builds a Mafia like his in less than eight years , except they get greedy and do a lot of bad shit."

I asked "You will have to live in the mansion. Your contract is for 45 days. You can live your life the way you are living there is no objection in your living way. You will always be followed by the guards if you go out. The contract will end after 45 days and if you want to renew the contract you can come to me" he said satisfied with his rules. "Okay, I want some time to think," I said he nodded. "After a week you have to give me an answer" he said and I smiled. "Thanks, Benette" I said and we stood up.

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

5'8 Alessandro:25 years old.The oldest.Cold ,ruthless and next italian mafia heir.Only values family and does not show emotions to anyone but his little sister.Overprotective of his brothers but mostly Alessa and only has a soft side for Alessa 6'5 Marco:23 years old.Second oldest.Kind,Loving to his family but in the mafia his ruthless and cold.Overproctive of Alessa.He is the mother hen of the family.His 6'3

"You can't stay here too long, so don't be too bossy. To me, you are just a parasite, a parasite that lives only on other people." Celine was very angry, she did not expect that bad things would happen to her so quickly. Even a maid dared to scold her. Celine took a deep breath to regain her composure, she had to think of a plan to deal with this situation immediately. Celine was absorbed in her thoughts then she fell asleep quickly. It was six o'clock when she woke up. When Celine had just woken up, suddenly there was a knock on the door, and then a middle-aged woman entered, she looked at Celine with cold eyes and said.

I decide to check them out, whenever something worries me I try to distract myself so I can find a solution with a clear head space. I count the pictures, there are 6 pictures in total, 3 on each wall. A red carpet is laid in the hallway with dim lights illuminating above each picture. The frames are very big, and also look quite heavy. Each golden frame has different intricate patterns on it's borders. Under each frame, information is provided about every serving Capo. I'm actually baffled to see that the mafia has been ruling for so long. I walk towards the first frame on my right hand. It's a painting.

I screamed and tried to pull back, kicking my legs wildly, but I was completely trapped. The enforcer from my penthouse stepped forward. He reached into his coat and pulled out an industrial pair of metal bolt cutters. "Wait! Wait!" I shrieked, staring at the tool in pure horror. I thrashed against the chair, tears pouring out of my eyes. Leonardo didn't even flinch at my screaming, he just looked at my trapped hand. "The mafia does not have late fees, Marco," Leonardo explained in that same calm, terrifying voice. "We have an interest rate. For every day my money is late, you lose a finger. By the time we run out of fingers, you will be begging me to put a bullet in your head."

I pointed out, not feeling exactly annoyed but I just wanted to not make it seem like his bizarre request sat well with me. "I can decide to see you anytime, remember the contract? Besides, there's no day or night in my world. Time is just time." He relied and I shoved my hands into my pants' pockets, resisting the strong urge to roll my eyes. I knew time did not matter to them in the Mafia world through Luciano's life. That jerk would go out as dark as 2, 3 AM for business meetings and if it did not go well, he was coming back as early as 5 AM to vent it all out on me.

I will never forget the feeling of his soft, delicate fingers running over my skin, touching me… hurting me. I was fucking sixteen, and the mafia ruined my life in ways I would never wish upon my worst enemy. And they ruined me twice. The mafia is the reason darkness always threatens to suck me into its evil clutches. It’s the reason I crave focus like a drug addict. If I lose focus for even a second, the darkness will return, and I will lash out. Horribly. The last time I lashed out was two years ago, and I vowed to myself that it was never going to happen again.

If he just left his mafia then it would've been so easy for Serrano to kill his whole family because of no security. Once a mafia, was always a mafia. He has killed a lot of bastards. Didn't she know they would come to kill him and his family as soon as they knew he was playing a normal man and left his empire behind. It wasn't that easy, perhaps it wasn't even possible. She didn't know the cruelty of this world but he did. The more powerful you are the better because the weak ones were nothing more than a pawn in this world. She has hurt him for three fucking years. Every day he prayed. He didn't know to whom he was praying but he prayed for the safety of her and Chase.