Kiss Of Death Mafia นิยาย & เรื่องราว

he swear. "He got kissed on the lips by a member last night. Yunno what that is?" "I hope they kill his ass" He sighs and waves Gray for another sick of cigarette. "You're unbelievable. I'm going over to the counter to grab a drink." Rowan sigh and stood up walking away. In Mafia, getting kissed on the lips is a sign that you're about to get killed. So Waylen, is recently on a low. Just trying to be careful and he doesn't seem to know his enemy's.

Eros, the mafia boss, turned around to see his right-hand man dead. Keisha with her hands still wrapped around his neck, and his hand wrapped around her waist, was in shock. Her bright blue-green eyes with no emotion suddenly filled with every emotion she can think of. She just danced with the mafia boss they were supposed to kill. "We took down the wrong man..." she murmured under her breath, staring at Eros who was holding her waist tightly.

When the red haze of fury finally cleared, I found myself standing over Helena's prone form, my hands sticky with blood. The warehouse had fallen silent, the fight over. But the real battle, I realized as I turned to face Aliyah's shocked gaze, was just beginning. Aliyah Sundane The world had tilted on its axis, everything I thought I knew crumbling around me. Alessandro, my Alessandro, was standing before me, his hands dripping with blood, his eyes wild with a fury I'd never seen before. Mafia. The word echoed in my mind, alongside the images from the folder Helena had shown me. Newspaper clippings of gang violence, photos of Alessandro with known criminals, documents detailing illegal oper

' you hear him in your head and felt his fingers run down your body. ‘Not you specifically,’ you reply. He releases you from the kiss. "Lie to me again and someone will die." "Does someone always have to die with you, mafia?" you ask, trying to push him off you. Before you could get off the bed, he grabs your wrist and put your palm to his mouth. "Where do you think you're going?" “I want to see my parents,” you say, trying to pull away from him. “Join my pack and I promise no harm will come to them,” he says, landing a kiss on your palm and another on your arm as he pulls you closer to him again. Even though his grip is powerful, his kisses are not.

Lips still pressed against each others’, eyes widened in shock, arousal was taking place and Kathryn knew very well what this was doing to him but she didn’t care, why should she? She wasn’t paid by some random man to seduce the mafia don now was she? He’d paid her himself. He’d given her the offer himself.

"Yes, I also went there myself. He is dead, not breathing. The autopsy report says he was poisoned, we also spot some wine and two glasses. I'm pretty sure he was not alone when that happened. But we only find it out after a couple of hours." "Your grandfather's rank on the mafia is Godfather, doesn't it raise suspicion within your family?" Patricia stared at Luca who is still busy with his computer, typing something. She was confused and suspicious at the same time. She knows that it was on the news, but how did he know his grandfather's rank? "We figured out someone has been playing the role of being his close friend. The one and only trusted person he has is Don Lorenzo, one of the mafia

She knew his anger. Killian closed his eyes and jerked himself imagining Bella. He came hard in his hand with a groan. Killian cleaned his hand with a few napkins, "Soon, I will fill your cunt with my cum, Sweet Bella." Killian smiled imaging Aaron's dead body and fucking his wife beside it, he became restless to turn that image into reality. At first Killian only wanted to rule over the New York mafia, ending the Italian Mafia completely and taking over Cosa Nostra under him. De Luca was not a threat especially now that he was trying to sell his daughter to

I lied. ***** He pulled apart as soon as he felt light headed once more. But his arms were still around me, hugging me tightly as he fell backwards on the couch, taking me with him. I ended up laying on top of him. As our bodies regulated our breathing and heart rates back to normal, he murmured almost inaudibly, “If she didn’t save me, I wouldn’t have made my first kill.” Which officiated you as a mafia, I thought, remembering what he had shared yesterday about the customs of the mafia world.

“What did he do?” She chuckled, moving to keep the knife in her white lab coat that was still covered in blood. “I don’t answer to polizia. He deserved il bacio della morte.” “Kiss of death,” I whispered, and pulled off the safety of my gun. My arm and stomach strained. I still hadn’t looked at my bruises. Kiss of death was the sign given by a mafioso boss or caporegime that signified that a member of the crime family had been marked for death. Mostly because of a betrayal. That meant the woman or the girl in front of me belonged to one of the Italian mafia, maybe an assassin working for them.

I have a lot of wealth under me more than u can imagine and I can end ur life with just a snap of my finger so don't dare to mess with me cause the moment u do so u will be a dead person for sure and I am a man of my words. I have a mafia of my own. Even though my father has one I want to make my own all by myself. We are known as NIGHT KILLERS cause most of our missions are completed at night. We are the number one mafia in the world. My dad's mafia is number 2 known as DEADLY KNIGHTS There is also another mafia which is at number 2 but its leader is unknown and no one knows a thing about him, no information can be found about him no matter how much u try.