Kata Kata Mafia Kejam Novels & Stories

I scoffed in disbelief, to think that my brother will go this low to hurt my feelings. “I can help you Leo” Kate said out of the blue as she wore her face smirk, I scorched my face in confusion, “how?”. Kate smirked at my curiosity, “I can help you be the mafia king, that way your family will worship you instead of your insolent brother Romario”. It seemed like a dream, how can Kate help me? Who did she know in the mafia world? Kate laughed at the look of disbelief on my face, “I am the only one who loves you, your family don't care, so trust me I will never harm you”

He wasn’t kidding when he said his apartment was bigger than mine, his walk-in closet was bigger than my living room and kitchen combination. I grabbed another t-shirt and some shorts and padded around until I found the bathroom. I took off the old t-shirt and hopped in the shower. I don’t know why but the word “mafia” wouldn’t leave my head. What did I know about it? Not a lot, just what I’d seen in old movies and TV. Illegal activities, bribing cops, drugs, murder. I sighed.

I took a sip of my drink, the bitterness a perfect match for my mood. “Isn’t it ironic how they all have to take part in most of the same things as my dad and his business partners?” I asked my wolf, my lips not moving and my face not betraying a hint of my conversation as my eyes wandered the room. “I was just thinking the same thing,” Ema replied. “Flip sides of the same coin.” “I couldn’t have put it better myself.” Ema was right: despite the similarities between powerful business people and the Mafia, the worlds were so different. There was an undercurrent of danger here, a tension that was absent from the staid world of business networking.

Seven? “Thank you,” she replied, flashing me a weak smile. “It’s a tough business, the mafia.” I wanted to know more, but I didn’t want to push. “I’m sure it is.” I’d heard horror stories about the mafia. Shootings and stabbings seemed to be common place. The mafia was notorious for hitmen, werewolves willing to kill a target for money. And I assumed the Santonio family, as one of the biggest mafia around, had a TON of hit men.

" On your right side. Turn the lamp on. " Catalina found the switch and pressed it. As soon as she touched it, an alarm went off. The pakhan snatched the gun from her hands and with one hand pushed her on the bed with him. She collided with his naked hard chest and now the gun rested on her cleavage. " Rule number 1 . Never believe a Mafia. " He laughed loudly and footsteps echoed in the corridor. The door opened with several men in there and one of them switched on the lights at last.

Hugo and Luca went instantly stiff by her side and Caterina felt a hot rage pouring down her veins. “I don’t think he will change his track record. He will get bored of her and then his pet dog will get his fill and then she will flaunt her bags all over the social media for a while before they both throw her out”. Caterina held both of their hands under the table, listening to whatever shit whoever was saying. “Don’t you remember that bitch? She felt herself as the mafia princess but she was on road before she could blink her eyes and don’t worry this bitch isn’t any different”. Caterina heard another snicker and scoffed before she turned face the woman who was saying all this.

the werewolf who had been conversing with Rebecca spoke. Rebecca glared at Jenna at his words. feeling more disgusted and pleased seeing her bully’s frightened expression. “Not when they’re nothing more than irredeemable, insolent swines who do not deserve any sort of mercy. Honestly, I have high doubts I punished them enough. But you guys? As members of a a mafia- a very dangerous mafia- I assume you can do more harm than what I just did to those who deserve it?” The other werewolves only looked at each other, neither confirming nor denying the assumption.

Celine confessed as she shakes her head. Emily and Bianca shot her a disgusted glare. She had to shut that running tap she calls a mouth. They crouched on the same couch with Emily sandwiched in between a stool before Emily, they leaned forward paying utmost attention to Emily. Emily grabs the ketchup “Alright, we are aware those men are mafia's, aren't we?” Celine commented, stroking an invisible beard. “Yeah, kind of but they mostly sell people so they should be murderers or assassination.” Emily nodded quickly, she had no time to argue about a fact.

My disgust when I realised that the overly religious bastard trying to bring me down, built a church and dutifully attended mass but trafficked the young and helpless when he didn't need to. The Mafia crime ring didn't have to be dishonourable. Him and the others I have taken out were the scum of my world. He was the last of the dishonourable dons in the mafia world. I had picked him right outside the church. Eliminating him and his likes had been my life's work, a work my father started and I was finishing. “Bring me four of his fingers, two from each hand,” I order my man, sipping the gin.

I winked. "Who the hell are you?" He asked. "The silent killer. Wife of Kaal, the most feared mafia Legion in India," I muttered. "What? Shit, sorry, I had no idea who were you, I take my words back. We don't intend to sleep with the wives of mafia bosses," he spoke, apologising to me. Well, one thing I do tend to like about this mafia business. Most of the people, even though sex-hungry, don't dare to lay their eyes on their leader's wives until their husbands are the predators. And as much as I know Kaal, he isn't sex hungry.