Kobe From Slime Mafia Novels & Stories

Looks: 5’7, White, brown round eyes, wrinkles, brown short hair always on a ponytail, slim. Family: Raphael Lockwood (boss, like a son) / Robert Smith (husband) / Isbella (Tammy) Smith (daughter) Friends: N/A Romeo Karkov (62) Job: Leader of the Russian mafia Raphael’s biggest enemy Personality: despicable, unfaithful, rude, dangerous, womaniser, disrespectful Looks: 5’7, White greasy hair, Fat, wrinkles, with uneven teeth. Scar on the right side of his face, green eyes.

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

“I envy you, man. Such a pure girl is hardly seen. When you’re done, be sure to share her with me. I want to have a taste too.” Leonardo said. He was the Mafia boss from City Y, up north from Damian’s territory. "Yeah... me too. We need to share the good stuff." Another man said with a lecherous tone. Damian narrowed his eyes, the air around him turning cold. He stood up from his chair roughly, stopping the men’s banter as they looked up at him. “Damian? What’s wrong?” Sasha asked but she was ignored. Giving the group of men a hard gaze, Damian hid his anger and said. “I’ll call it a night. There’s a trade I have to oversee.”

I didn’t trust the lads enough to let them go shopping or gaming outside the Institute on their own. There had to be something about these teenagers that made them always want to run off, just like Mia. When I was around their age, the last thing I was thinking about was sex. Von Quavo had recently just adopted me, and he was showing me things I needed to know, and I was being trained to be a mafia. I couldn’t afford any sort of distraction, especially sex. It wasn’t even a thought that crossed my mind for any reason whatsoever, and maybe that was why I didn’t think of them towards that direction.

I inquired. "Of course, you don't get compliments from such a handsome dude like me every day," he explained. "Well I didn't appreciate your compliment, take it back," I said "I'm afraid I won't be able to." It's a pleasure to meet you; my name is Pablo Escobar, and I used to work for the Black Mafia. How about you, baby?" He casually introduces himself and must be pleased to be a member of The Black Mafia. I wasn't surprised; from all indicators, I knew he was a member, which is why I was still observing his demeanour.

I snapped, slamming my palm against the desk beside me for emphasis. He shrugged, slowly, deliberately. “What are you talking about?” I slammed the documents in my hand onto the table—the ones that had everything I needed on Kai. That’s when it hit me fully. His name. Kai Slayer. A deadly mafia lord, disguised, building an empire under his own control. I had heard the name Kai Slayer before. Everyone had. But I didn’t expect him to be this young, this daring. Not the face he showed. Not someone who could be as dangerous, maybe more, than my dad’s empire.

Slade gritted out, close to losing his shit. Gigi heaved an exasperated sigh as if it were her whose patience was being tested and leaned back in her chair. "You're such a partypooper, Poopstone. Who made you a mafia lord?" "Blackstone," Slade corrected her, an edge to his voice. "Yeah," she said dismissively. "So, how many people have you killed till now?" "I don't count them," Slade answered dryly. "Hmm," she accepted his response and then asked, "Do you also torture them. That's the best part of interrogation for me."

Finally, the bartender left his station, taking a seat next to Chiara. He placed his hand on her thigh, clearly taking advantage of the fact that Chiara was drunk and not in the right state of mind. “So, I’m Gambino. What’s your name?” He asked, flashing her a slight smile. Chiara’s cheeks reddened. If it was back then, she would have pushed his hand off and complimented it with a slap but she was much too intoxicated to care. “Chiara.” She muttered, her eyes locked on his green ones.

The night air was laced with thick music and the scent of alcohol as Lorenzo stepped into the club. Neon lights danced off glass walls, and the bass pulsed like a second heartbeat. To everyone watching, he was just another well-dressed man here to blow off steam. No one would guess that he was the quiet, calculated co-owner of a business empire. And that's just how Lorenzo liked it.

"pl-e-ase... I moaned out loud. I am begging the devil for his touch proving that I am his SLUT. His gun made contact with my harden nipples and all I knew at that moment was I was looking forward to be his SLUT (end of mature content) I was really a SLUT because the devil just left the room without touching me. I wasn't expecting that at all because to him I am a slut and I should be used for his sexual escapades, he just left without a word which made me know he is bipolar man. I mean he switchs within minutes, this minutes he is sort of cool the next he is something you can't explain. Yes, he is a mafia leader and his moves shouldn't be known, I feel he and his dad have something like a s