Mafia 2 Collectables Novels & Stories

They will pay the price. I am Don Necolai Rosu Lupei, one of the most feared Mafia Bosses in London. My gang The Romanesco owns this part of the city. I don’t tolerate competition, especially not from scum like these human traffickers. I am going to bathe in their blood. Last night we raided their little organization and freed seven underaged girls and two teenage boys. Those kids were lucky nothing bad had happened to them yet. My men made sure they were returned safely to their families.

A tiny detail. Barely visible. A faded emblem painted onto a shipping container. Leon immediately recognized it. His face darkened. "No." "What?" Aruna asked. Leon zoomed in further. The image became grainy. But the symbol remained visible. A crowned lion. Golden. Ancient. Antonio cursed instantly. "The Messina Yard." Gabriel nodded. "I thought it was abandoned." "It was." Leon replied. The room became silent. Because abandoned places were never truly abandoned in the mafia world.

After learning I was good at gambling games, he became loose tongued. “Before we play, could you answer my few questions?” I asked him "Were you sent to me? Who sent you?" "Chill bro, I'm not involved with any shitty mafia. Just came here to seek info on someone" "Hm...who's this person you seek info on?" "Mia Alexandra Carson" "What do you need with this girl?" He asked me. "I want to confirm a lot. Is she..." Ace interrupted me "One time she ruined my trade on the sea. We were smuggling drugs but she ruined the trade"

They had seized some goods, but I had made sure he paid dearly for it in return. “So far,” he continued. “Three containers have been accounted for. Weapons, antiques, and—” “And the drugs?” I asked. “And those too,” he confirmed. “They are on their way to the warehouse as we speak. The collector in Turin for some of the paintings has already wired some advance payments. The man can hardly wait to see them.” He smirked. “Good. And our business with those in Florence?” “They're good to go,” Enzo replied. “Same terms, though they're asking for a faster drop-off.”

I bit my lips as I heaved a sigh, "The name on the file is Jaylen Noire Adryan, I am sure you are aware of that." "Yes, I am very well aware," Alexis put off her massage chair. How would anybody decide to just wake up and kill Jaylen, it's like signing a death contract and I didn't sign one. "And you want me to kill him? That man Is well protected, I am also sure you are well aware of that," I tried my best to be calm because I'm around Alexis. The person they wanted me to eliminate is one of the youngest, most successful and notorious mafia lords, Jaylen Noire Adryan. He is the king of the underground world and he is the kind of person someone like me would never want to cross paths with.

"We’re here to tell you the new rules. The Santoro shipping lanes are now Santoro territories. You pay a 10% tribute on every crate that moves through Sicily. And if I see another Mafia Queen clone, I won't just empty your bank accounts I’ll empty your houses." Valenti looked at Devi, then at the girl who had outmaneuvered the most dangerous men in Europe in less than an hour. He realized then that Devi hadn't kidnapped a model he had cultivated a monster. "What do you want, Cali?" Valenti rasped, defeated. "I want the name of the man who gave Luca the biometric data to build that clone," Cali said, her mean eyes narrowing. "Because Luca didn't have my DNA. Someone in this room did."

Collin replied, an eyebrow raised, his smile paused with surprise. “You heard me,” I continued, “You have been flittering in and out of my affairs like a prick of a butterfly. You talk to Tabitha and send me anonymous texts from numbers that can’t be traced. What the hell do you want with us? You’re in the Red Mafia, and the mafia I knew didn’t toy with its food. Is it money? A deal? What exactly?” Collin’s smile grew wider. His finger moved on the door and tapped something. A hidden compartment opened, and he placed the gun gingerly inside, his eyes glossing over the silver barrel one last time before he shut the compartment.

I hold his gaze, an unyielding intensity in my expression as if my very determination might sway him to acquiesce. Bianca acts innocent and delicate, yet deep down, she's more of a warrior than some of my own. If we can unearth the crucial information I seek, we might save her from the fate that has befallen so many before her. She could very well be the last of her kind—an exquisite Puro doll, a treasure beyond value. With her alive and tapping into her subconscious, we would have access to the world, not only the Mafia. I refuse to stand idly by while the cold grip of the Lombardis snuffs out another life, all because they feel it necessary to protect their secrets with bloodshed. It's a r

Everything his father had amassed both above board and below was stored here. But Alessandro wasn’t after money or enemies. He sought the dead. His eyes scanned the shelves until they landed on it: The Hollow. He had once seen Giovanni poring over it late at night, his fingers gliding over the pages like a priest reverently touching scripture. It was bound in worn leather, unadorned and simple. He opened it. Inside were names—hundreds of them. Each name was followed by a number, a symbol, and a date. He flipped through the pages.

•••••••••••• ALL RIGHTS RESERVED © 2022 by M.Z. Mauve Scenes, characters, dialogues and events in this story are all invented. This story contains mature themes, profanity, graphic violence and graphic sexual content not intended for young readers. Unauthorized reproduction of any part of this story or plagiarism of any kind is prohibited by the law. •••••••••••• This is the first draft of Book III of The Heir's Secret Obsession, my first crime/psych thriller/mafia romance story.