Kiss Of Death Mafia นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I saw what you did to her. You tied a rope around her fucking neck. I tried to pretend like I had no idea, but the scars around the neck of an innocent girl who knew nothing, absolutely nothing about the reason she was getting tortured in the first place was what I couldn't ignore. This time, I don't give a fuck about the damage or the attack your death would cause to my mafia, but I am killing you this time. By hanging. Through the same rope, you had tied around her neck.” He laughed awkwardly. His eyes slowly widened a bit, “You no better than anyone else that as the leader of the Mortile mafia, my life has been assured in the hands of Di Casino. You could torture me, do as you wish, but

Her chestnut brown eyes met my jade green ones. Our eyes spoke for us. "The Irish were responsible for her death" I squinted my eyes, she smiled coyly. "What do you think dissolved the Irish mafia to nothing?" I raised my left brow. "He destroyed the mafia slowly and painfully, taking down their establishments and revenues. Took away a special person from each of the people involved in his wife's death. Sealed the Boss and underboss in an iron coffin alive and threw them in the Antarctic ocean " She answered her question vacantly.

Later in the Mafia meant never and Mr Walter knew this , Zayn walked to his car and I watched through the window as he walked briskly and angry , I was aware I made him angry earlier on but obviously this had nothing to do with me . Zayn got into his car and zoomed up leaving behind a very thick air of carbon monoxide , I sat back on my bed wondering what had made him that angry. As Zayn drove on he was thinking about the news he just heard , it had was a normal thing for men in the mafia to be found laying dead by the road side but this had never happened to someone in his own mafia , this sort of this happens whenever there is a blooming war between two different mafia and it ends up very

It's somewhat unusual for a mafia 'girlfriend' to attend a business meeting, but most of Manuel's colleagues have gotten used to seeing me at these meetings. Manuel Ramirez is top of the food chain; he commands unlimited respect and is allowed to bring whomever he wants to a business meeting. He's one of the most dangerous men in the world. Wealthy beyond belief, his money is acquired through drugs and human trafficking. But he's also an arms dealer and a smart investor. He takes me everywhere and his men have gotten used to talking in front of me. None know of our arrangement. It's a good one. I keep him safe and he pays me well.

Cosmian Date of birth: January 26, 1972 Mafia position: Mafia prince, Heir Contributions: Bombing the half part of Guam using Zeus' bombs. Brutally killed a Mafia Boss by just cutting his tongue. And command to eat his own tongue. Skills: Making a lot of dangerous bombs. Professional in guns especially when he's on a moving car. Died: January 25, 1989 Cause of death: Mafia War Zeki? Zeus? They have the same birthdate and they died on the same day? I guess they are twins. So these people are the Mafia Legends on their family. Maybe this is the first batch of Mafia in their family. And whose daughter is Zyanna?

Pain shot through my arm as the metal cuffs dug deeper into my already raw skin. "This is a message," he finally said, "for your boyfriend." "Cassian," I whispered, understanding dawning with horrifying clarity. The man's lips twisted into a cruel smile beneath his mask. "Smart girl." He released my wrist abruptly, and I bit back a whimper as blood rushed painfully back to my fingers. "You should have chosen more carefully who to spread your legs for," he spat, disgust evident in his tone. "Cassian Romano is poison. Everything he touches eventually dies."

The false politeness barely masked the tension and the true purpose of his visit. And then he entered the room. Victor Moretti was everything I disliked in a guy: tall, with charisma honed to a knife's edge. He took his time smiling at me, his eyes moving briefly to Lena and then to mine. "Well, well," he drawled. "Damian Kingsley. Fancy running into you here." I didn't reply, jaw locking as I stared him down.

"We've also uncovered multiple organ trafficking contracts. Under the guise of charity, Dr. Callaghan used her clinic to house terminally ill patients while secretly facilitating organ sales. Among them…" She slid another document before me, saying, "Your corneas, kidneys, and liver were already reserved." The shock made me jump up from the couch. "What? They… They planned everything all along to have me die that soon? This is outright murder!" I clutched my chest, overwhelmed and struggling to process the revelation, as I tried to calm my spiraling emotions.

Tricia said. Immediately she said it, I kissed her lip. I didn't care about how Cherry's face looked. I still need him to pay for what he has done, and the result of everything was going to be death. "Alright, what is your plan?" I asked. "You are the mafia here," she said and I smiled. "Mafia boss," I said. "Theresa is also a mafia." Tricia twisted her lip, looking at Theresa, who smiled. Cherry also looked at Theresa.

But I don't dare to ask questions. "I can't ensure your safety, Principessa." His voice drops as he uses his fingers to move a few pieces of hair out of my face and he's so close that his breath tickles the skin of my nose. "You understand, don't you?" His accent slightly peeks out as he murmurs the last sentence and my insides melt. Woah. Butterflies erupt in my stomach at how close he is and his touch. Before I realize what he's doing. Alejandro Gonzalez was a mafia Don, which meant he knew how to manipulate people into getting what he wanted.