Kiss Of Death Mafia Novels & Stories

He said curtly, motioning for me to follow him as he climbed the stairs. I had done my research. At least, as much as I could. Luca Moretti wasn’t just a wealthy single father looking for a tutor. He was a man whose name carried weight in whispers and shadows, someone who reportedly controlled a significant piece of the city’s underworld. And now I was walking straight into his home. The possibilities of what could happen to me were endless.

He might have been on my side tonight, but who knew when it was going to change? I stretched my lips into a smile and bowed my head. “Once again, thank you for helping me.” He chuckled. “My pleasure.” I grabbed the handle and opened the door when one more question came to mind. “Just out of curiosity… why did the son of the mafia boss want to kill you?” A devilish grin parted Kaiden's lips. “I fucked his girlfriend.” My brows rose. “Did you know she was his girlfriend?” He breathed out a laugh and locked his eyes on mine. “Well, she was no longer his when I fucked her.”

I didn't read any meaning to it and just went on with my food before I went over to the safe where my money was being kept. I had kept that many funds in the grave while waiting for the day to use them, but foolish Marcelo made me bring them out prematurely. “The popular mafia boss also called the Tiger of Italy was found dead this morning with a bullet lodged in his glabella. We are yet to know his killer, but we believe this is another clash between the mafia gangs. The police are working tirelessly to narrow down the suspects. Kindly stay tuned as we bring you more updates on the case”, the news came on and Bojana played it for me to see.

Rashka commanded, his voice dark with malice. Rashka moved through the field, his eyes cold and calculating, ready for the reason he was there. Destruction. His title as the Alpha with the Kiss of Death was well-earned. He approached each of the enemy soldiers, gripping them by their hands. They immediately lose their will once they come in contact with Rashka's touch, kneeling at his feet. Rashka leans in and places a deadly kiss on them. The soldiers' eyes widened in horror before they collapsed, lifeless, to the ground.

This was one hell of a farewell-for-now. I was perched on the edge of his bed while Killian knelt before me. A mafia king, the Hand of Death, was kneeling only for me. He’d already taken my dress off to discover my lacy, scanty lingerie. He’d announced that they needed to come off as well, but he was taking his time doing it.

There were seven girls for them to select from, and Samantha swallowed hard as the first old man approached her. He even touched her face, and instinctively, Samantha closed her eyes as he leaned in to smell her neck, causing her knees to weaken. Samantha wanted to curse him for his actions, but fear still held her back. "Mr. Chaves, you know the deal, payment first before anything like that," said a man named Ace. He was also the boss, but someone higher up was orchestrating all these illegal activities. "Haha... I know, it's just that she looks so beautiful and fresh, but I'll look at others first," said the old man, walking away and stopping next to Gwen.

He held out a bunch of flowers, smiling, and asked if he could court me. We got through the hardest years together. I did everything I could to win him whatever he wanted, even though I had few connections of my own to call on within the family. Until, in a power struggle, he killed the muddled, useless boss and took his place, building Crimson Flame into the most powerful mafia family in Chicago. And so, as naturally as anything, we married. On our wedding night, tangled together, Leon noticed the old scar on my arm. His pupils tightened, and he asked how I'd gotten it.

The bell rang once clearly. I went in. The same scent hit me again, the incense wood smelt weird but for some kind reason I found it amusing. I took a seat at the back watching the little crowd left for the confession. Kieran portrait was near the alter, he looked better than the picture of him sent last night. He looked calmer than anyone had a right to. His robe brushed the floor in the portrait, the cross on his hands looked more like he was praying. I almost laughed. This was the man who killed my father’s life without even knowing clearly the job my dad does. He now wore white around his neck like it made him clean.

Once I memorized every feature, I continued to read through the file. Assignment: Urk Mensolv. Dead or Alive: dead only. Description: 6-foot-2, brown hair, brown eyes, and a scar starting above his left eye and running down his cheek. Price: $500 million paid upon proof of death. Triple the rate for elimination of the upper leadership listed under “Known Accomplices.” Type of Contract: Exclusive until 1 week then open. Last known location: Türkiye. Organization Information: The Kixovl Mafia deals in human and sex trafficking and has dabbled in selling weapons. They are suspected of running seven human/sex trafficking rings around the world for all genders, races, and ages.

Isabella shouted, her daggers flashing off the air one after another. As much as I wanted to walk away, every instinct told me I couldn’t. I didn’t want to look like a coward to my mortal enemy. The idea of her mocking me at the office until work hours ends, would be the death of me. I’m Keigh Russo, the deadliest mafia of all. I have to live up to my name. I saw some of the Moretti guards fighting against the drugged ones. Every move they made was calculated and precised. It made me realize how these men were trained their whole lives for moments like this.