Mafia 2 14 Chapter Novels & Stories

A notification flashed across the screen: Marcus’s Assets: 0%. Liora’s Assets: 100%. A smile of victory graced Liora’s lips as she stepped toward the man who had given her the entire world. END OF CHAPTER 214

"I had been his favourite, but he chose to treat me in such a manner. Like a common criminal. That was what I foolishly thought. When we got home, everyone was already at our home, waiting for me to return. Nonno had walked up to me and given me such a resounding slap that made every other person flinch. After which he told me that as discipline, I was going to leave for a military training academy at Miami. His punishment wasn't sending me to the military academy. Moreover, I had always been Alexander's spare." "How do you mean?" I asked in confusion. "I mean that, Alexander was originally the mafia heir. I never was." "Really?" That was suprising. There were really a lot I didn't know. "Ye

To clear my head, to regain control before I did something reckless. I couldn't afford to let my emotions cloud my judgment, not in this world. I turned and strode out of the estate, the need to bury myself in the familiar chaos of the mafia world pulling me forward. The meeting was in full swing when I arrived. Cigarette smoke hung heavy in the air, mingling with the scent of stale coffee and cheap cologne. Faces, hardened by years of violence and betrayal, turned towards me as I entered. "Boss Giovanni," Dmitri, my second-in-command, greeted me with a curt nod. "You're late."

He extended his arm while showing the red mark from her hit. Clara rolled her eyes, "Can you be a little more serious? Something bad is happening, and you're still worried about your reddened arm?" "Come on, the mission is well planned, and I know exactly what to do there. I won't attack Liam and his troops in Canada. In fact, I'm not tasked with attacking ElWagner's headquarters because Rafael has arranged a team from a mafia network led by Mikael Williams." "Who is Mikael Williams?" Clara furrowed her brow upon encountering another unfamiliar name in Lucas's story.

Chapter 24: Alpha’s Defiance Enzo’s I sat at the head of the long table in the council chamber. The elders and council members stared at me as if I were already on trial. The air was thick and heavy with their silence, and it pissed me off. Ren stood directly behind me, his scarred face completely blank, not offering a word. I tapped my fingers on the table. The sharp sound was loud in the quiet room. I chuckled, a low and bitter sound. “What’s with the silence?” I said, leaning forward. My eyes scanned every face in the room.

“Read this, and sign it if you want. You’re an adult now, and the Boss of everyone. The decision is yours.” Leo sits on the swivel chair and starts scanning the paper. It is a deal with another mafia. It disinterests him ‘coz there is nothing to be benefited other than owning a piece of land. “Not taking their crappy trap.” He throws the folder on his desk. “I already heard about this in the black market and no one dares to buy this piece of sh*t.” Laura smirks and finishes her glass of wine. “Indeed a Marchetti, no one’s gonna doubt. And of course, Luigino Marchetti’s son.”

"Let's give these bastards a proper Earth welcome." (End of Chapter 142)

“Congratulations, Boss!” Without waiting for the celebration, Drake turned on his heel and walked out of the church. Amy followed closely behind, flanked by a sea of suits and heavy artillery. The moment the heavy church doors slammed shut behind them, the priest’s knees gave out, and he collapsed onto the altar floor, completely unconscious. Meanwhile, across the city, the atmosphere was entirely different. Inside the fortified syndicate of the Blood Pact Mafia. The second largest crime syndicate in Italy. Athan, a hardened man in his early fifties, sat high on a leather chair that served as his throne. The air in his private chambers was thick with the pungent, sweet scent of a heavy blunt

The story was just beginning. End of Chapter 140

Content with the transaction, the leading mafia man affectionately pats my trembling shoulder and announces, "Congratulations, little wolf. Your unit is officially cleared to go home." The moment his claws release my arms, my brain still seems completely disoriented. Is my body truly free to clear this death zone? The mafia boss calls out to my boots, his hand gesturing toward the silent figure of Chika, who still stands perfectly upright under his hood. "He is your elder brother, boy. If your clumsy wolf hadn't messed with the loan shark networks, our platoon wouldn't have executed his abduction at all. What final words does your mouth have to say to his face?"