Kiss Of Death Mafia の小説・ストーリー

I sniffled and looked away. "I love you," he kissed my cheek. "Don't die," I said and placed my hand on his chest. "I'll try," he said and I inhaled sharply. That was what scared me in the mafia. Your death could be sudden and painful. Danger was everywhere. "I love you," I sniffled and stood on my toes to kiss him. He deepened the kiss and wrapped his arms around me tighter. We broke away to breathe in air and his phone began to ring. I wanted to shoot it.

Grayson just sits obediently as he observes the spectacle. "Also on that note, I've got a job for you, A really interesting one at that" Isabella whispered with a devious smile into the ears of the elite Mafia hunter, Anna.

I murmured but I could tell from his face that he heard what I said clearly. "What? How?" he asked in disbelief. "He died some few minutes ago. Ivy has confirmed it. We have killed his entire family and his trusted subordinated," I said. "Then what will happen to the mafia? We can't allow just anyone to take over it," he said and I nodded.

He is an only child, so everything comes to him easily and he lives a very comfortable life. Dev came out from behind the locked door. "That asshole. He did not talk. He wouldn't give information even if I shot him." With a wicked grin, he gave a mocking snicker and clucked his tongue in disapproval. He just leaned against the small cabinet in the room and lit a cigarette, letting the smoke curl around him like a strange mist. He is Logan's trusted right-hand man and helps him in his illegal activities. "I killed him. "

"I just taught her a little lesson about wandering where she doesn't belong and taking things that aren't hers." With that, she hung up. I didn't hesitate. My thumb found my fiancé's contact, and I hit dial. One ring. Two. Three. He picked up on the fourth. Music blasted through the speaker—something classical and expensive, the kind of music that cost more per hour than most people made in a month. Crystal glasses clinked in the background. The annual gathering of the five mafia families was already in full swing. "Anthony," I said, keeping my voice steady, "your mother is in the east wing of the estate. Your secretary, Lilian, is assaulting her. You need to get there now, or—"

She was simply… Watching. Every guard in the security room stared in horror. Then… Slowly… The woman raised one hand. And pointed directly toward Alessio’s ICU. The screens immediately turned black. Every monitor shut down. Power across the mansion flickered. Then… A whisper echoed through every speaker in the estate. A whisper that chilled every soul present. “The third kiss…” A pause. ”…will choose between love…” Another pause. ”…and the Mafia King’s life.” End of Chapter 7

"Now back to business. Like I said, Cleopatra is trouble for us. You have to let go.” "She is my trouble. I'll bear it,” I returned sharply, threw him a glare and turned around. "Don Rossini is dead.” My feet halted. Dead? I felt flutters in my stomach and turned around. “Yes," Rossetti nodded and walked up to me with his hands in his pocket. “And," His gaze swept over my face as though he was scrutinizing me, “According to rumours, you killed him.” My stomach flipped over. Killing a fellow mafia is a heinous crime in the underworld. My chest raced.

What a plan. The crowd finally grasped the situation, and public opinion shifted instantly. "This proves her guilt. This is premeditated murder!" "She was trying to kill her husband for the insurance money. What a monster!" "She used her husband's life to advance her career. She's completely heartless!" Wendy clenched her teeth. "It is just an insurance policy. You're making baseless accusations. You're standing here perfectly fine. I have done nothing to you. How can you accuse me of intending to kill you?"

Lucien announced, his voice cold as death. Elias's face lit up. “Ah, there they are. Our final witnesses.” Father appeared then, bloodied but unbowed, hurling himself at Lucien with a shout that rang with defiance. Lucien barely flinched. He caught Father by the throat and lifted him effortlessly, like a rag doll. “Say goodbye,” Elias whispered. And then—he sank his teeth into Dad’s neck. I heard a sick, awful snap. Blood sprayed everywhere. And just like that, Dad fell.

He looked at me, his expression like that of a plotting enemy. “I heard what happened,” I said. “Why did you kill Raffaele Caruso? A well-known mafia leader at that.” He scoffed. “That's what you came to ask me? I'm a busy person if you've forgotten.” “I just heard that Mr Javier is dead. I came to confirm if it's true. Diego looked at me, his brows furrowing. “Where did you hear the information?” “Another syndicate member,” I said. He took out his phone from his pants pocket and dialed a number. I sat there, watching him.