Kiss Of Death Mafia Novels & Stories

“I caught a glimpse of that intense conversation you had with Cade in the service hall during intermission. Is... is that what has you so shaken up tonight?” I let out a long, ragged sigh, staring at the moonlit water. “Yes and no,” I answer quietly, my throat tightening. I want to tell him about the blood. I want to tell him about the knife and the shadow of Scarfo, but the mafia code of silence is a physical noose around my neck. I don't know who I’m allowed to trust anymore.

“I’ve had enough paid into my account to make sure my kid and wife are settled for their whole lives. But I don’t think you’re ready to die just yet.” I wasn’t scared of death. I just didn’t plan to die today. “Who sent you?” I repeated, my voice still calm. “The Spanish mafia, Raffael de Luca.” I couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at my lips. Adrian Corez… you sly bastard. Finally, you’ve gotten my attention.

I say. And when they find out they will have to pick sides for the war that will start because of me. When the time comes I promise myself I will tell them but for now, they must think that I still love Declan Blue Diaz leader of La mafia de la Muerte. (The Mafia of Death)

Despite his bewildered appearance, he pressed the gas. At night, the streets rushed past neon lights and blaring horns. Faster and sharper, the blue dot advanced farther into the metropolis. Until the taxi finally slowed. My blood froze as well. There were tall black gates in front of us. Black-suited guards. Gallo Estate in sharp silver letters. I took a deep breath. There were whispers of rumours concerning this place. King of the Mafia. Absences. No second chances. I held onto the handle of the door. Now I could go back. Put the necklace away. Forget about retaliation.

she said looking at him “You have killed most of your father's friends, he will have no one to do most of his business with and will sake new partners, I can pretend to work for him while I do as you say and resport to you” Dora liked the idea but she didn't trust Karan “How do I believe you won't rant me out to my father the moment you talk to him?” She asked, if there was one thing about these mafia lords was the fact they were never loyal “I will give you leverage “ Francis pleaded, Dora loved how desperate he was

“You are right Liam but still I would like you to think about it her father have faced the loss. He lost his wife right after the death of your parents and is now lying on bed in just the age of 63 because of severe disease due to alcohol consuming and lung cancer both due to alcohol consuming and excess smoking he have paid for his bad deeds and as for his partners you can just destroy their life’s by just making a phone call to your MO (mafia office) manager. “No that’s not enough for what he did I am going to punish his soul not his body that’s the perfect punishment for what he did to me and my parents” As he finished a man in black come running like he have seen a ghost or something. “Y

- I need your loyalty, because I can't do it alone, but I can't allow myself to be betrayed either. - Okay, start by telling me who Maria De La Cruz is, the beautiful Mexican who saved my life, and it wasn't by chance. - I won't tell you much, but I will tell you a little at a time. But let's make it mutual. Do you know who your daddy is? - Yes, a former hitman, and right hand of the most mafia doctor in Latin America. - Very well, you have accepted reality, congratulations, and me? do you know who I am?

I can't make money as a normal person because my enemies will kill me at the scene if they find me alive'. She swallowed her saliva and curiously and nervously questioned him, 'What have you done with them that has turned them into your enemies? He looked at her and imparted, 'I've worked with the mafia in the past. I left the field and tried to start my new life as an ordinary person, but I had their secrets that made them my enemies. In the world of the mafia, the person is not capable of leaving the ground on his choices. Once somebody steps in, they have to give their soul to the very end'. It was the rule that if someone wanted to leave the world of the mafia knowing many secrets, then

There was something about Dante’s kiss—especially since he’d stopped kissing her so possessively—that lingered differently. “…It was just a kiss…” His words echoed like a broken record. He had said the same thing after the kiss at Nico’s funeral. Maybe to him it was nothing. But to an inexperienced Chiara, it meant so much more. “I can’t be thinking about him like that. I don’t have Stockholm syndrome,” she muttered, closing her eyes in a vain attempt to shut out the thoughts. Her ringtone buzzed beside her, and she stirred, groping around the bed until her fingers wrapped around her phone. She answered without checking the caller ID and pressed it to her ear.

Eleven hours later, I had Vincenzo and Salvatore back in New York. I had called ahead for all of the Capos to meet. This is the first Il bacio della morte (kiss of death) that I have seen in my lifetime. I had heard rumors of a few during my grandfather's reign as Don, but none since.