Mafia 2 14 Chapter Novels & Stories

"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.

Outside, the night was a vast, dark expanse. I took a slow drag from the cigarette, feeling the heat in my lungs, before I finally spoke. “What message do you bring?” I asked, my back still turned to him. I heard Ren’s boots move across the floor as he stepped behind me. He bowed his head slightly, a gesture of respect I could feel even without looking. “Alpha,” Ren said, his voice steady. “The old man refused to pay his debt again. He claims he has nothing left to give.” As the words left his mouth, a sudden, searing anger surged through me. It felt like a flash of fire running through my veins. Without thinking, my hand tightened around the whiskey glass.

“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.”

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"You like being fucked like this - hard and rough?" "Yes," she gasped, fingers clawing at the sheets. "Don't stop, Javier. Please don't stop." He obliged, hammering into her even harder as he chased his release. Mia could feel herself teetering on the edge, walls fluttering around his thrusting cock. "Come for me," Javier commanded, pressing his thumb firmly against her clit. "I want to feel you come all over my cock, mi amor." His words pushed her over the edge. Mia shattered with a scream, vision going white as ecstasy crashed over her. She could feel Javier following soon after, spilling himself deep inside her with a hoarse shout of her name.

Then he repeated the same gesture again and again as I slowly learned how to play the snooker game perfectly. Gabriel's POV After being away for two days, I drove in like a mad man into the estate. My danger mood had been activated. It had been two days. Two days of dealing with mafia business that simply infuriated me. But it was better this way. I had gone a little bit too soft for some time. "Hai già trovato qualcosa?" I asked the hacker who stood just beside my car, waiting for me. [Have you found anything yet?] "Boss, I've been unable to—"

“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

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?"