Novel & Cerita Mafia 2 Collectables

At least I had gifts that will pay out. “That depends on what you’re offering me.” “ I want something very valuable, something whose value is over a million. I know you’re staying with the mafia boss from Russia. Everyone whispers about him around here, calling him a beast and death so I know he’s definitely treating you. He has money. I want maybe a necklace and a pair of earrings. If I pawn them off and find out that they cost below a million I am definitely telling all your secrets so be careful what you do to me because I am not a person you want to cross.”

Immediately after breakfast, Maria's personal guard-initially paid to make sure she couldn't run- led her to the parking lot. Don had approved the two of them to use the silvery Toyota land cruiser TX for the hunt, it had the conspicuous logo of the Red Crescent mafia family. That's what he called the search for Mafia Heir, a hunt to revive a tinge of his legacy. The two women who initially didn’t see eye to eye were forced to co-exist for what the Don called "the greater good" until the heir was found the two were friends whether they liked it or not.

My game would be simple, make them look like complete fools in front of the cream of the mafia, in a context where I would not only create an indestructible alliance with the Yakuza but also add the Co sa Nos tra as a special addition, the Camorra from the East as an unconditional ally, the Irish who were always neutral ground, as well as the Mexicans who were the most opportunistic in the worst situations. And if possible, the rest of the smaller groups that wanted to seek and expand their power in the territory, like some Colombian cartel, one-percent motorcycle clubs, and even, if I was daring as always, make the very maras join my crusade. One that would become a legend and give me a new

He didn't have eyes; he had two glowing, violet "Barcodes." "The Collector is a 'High Roller' with no taste," the Barcode-Man said, his voice sounding like a thousand glass bells. "If you want to truly 'Heresy' the system, you need the 'Merchant of Shards'."

Said Mayank, disappointed. While Raghav was my right hand, Mayank and Suraj were my left hand and Informer, respectively. There were more two members of my gang, one of them was out of town to collect the cash from the underworld don, Mahesh Shekhawat, a 34-year-old, handsome, tall, tanned man, nobody would know that he is the master of the underworld if he walks by the road, such a charmer he was. My other guy was in jail, tortured and bashed out by police and other detectives, for collecting the information regarding my whereabouts. "Okay! Everything's fine but, where's the beer?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows.

The battle is won, but looking at the silver scars covering my side, I know the war has just begun. "Your Highness!" A guard approaches. "We found something in Margaret's car. Documents. Plans." Byrde takes the papers, his face paling as he reads. "This isn't over. Marcus and Margaret were working for someone else. Someone called 'The Collector.'" "The Collector?" I repeat. "According to this, he collects rare wolves. Wolves with special abilities." He looks at me, fear in his eyes. "And Margaret sent him information about you. About a silver wolf who survived concentrated wolfsbane."

Duante's POV I bottomed out my drink. It pissed me off when she pointed the gun at herself. She was going to hurt her. I've told her I don't feel for her. Fu**! I can't keep her out of my thoughts. She is driving me crazy. It's a pure feeling. I don't want her forcibly. People didn't dare to come near me. Today I allowed them, because I wanted to prove my wife wrong. I'm an international businessman, not just it, I'm The Mafia Emperor. My eyes were searching for my girl. I saw remorse in her eyes when these girls were swaying around me to catch my attention which I ignored like always. I put the empty glass down and picked up the second one. I sipped from my second drink. My eyes were fishin

] He grabbed the bottle of whisky and poured himself another large shot tossing it back in an angry motion. ‘Cazzo di diavolo, vediamo, solo la Bratva, Dmitri vorrebbe riaverla nelle sue grinfie, poi c'è il Cartello, pensa ai titoli dei giornali che vorrebbero avere la mia donna e una duchessa per l'avvio, anche la mia stessa mafia, molti di loro scambierebbero la moglie e i figli per averla colpita, oh e non dimentichiamo Khalid, Se le avesse messo le mani addosso, beh, non sarebbe stato piacevole per lei.’ [Fucking hell man, let’s see, only the Bratva, Dmitri would love to get her back in his clutches, then there’s the Cartel, think of the headlines they would love having my woman, and a D

I say, he bows his head He shruggs and started looking outside of the window. I got to know, the man I killed was none other than Russian mafia's son Leonid. I immediately lit my cigarette, working on my laptop. " Capo, they'll block our trade!!! " This voice belongs to Luca. " In Russia!! " I clear him, my expressions calm. I don't bother, I am least bothered for those, my trade is already well established across the world and I don't need Russians.

she said and my chest got filled with pride. "Fine... still a small gift" and he gave an I-pad to her and she opened it and gasped. "It has what you were looking for in my security room. All the details and access to this and all other whore houses in Italy. You can check. If any where you find any girl who is working against her will, feel free to destroy that whore house. I might not be able to enforce this rule in other mafias but in my mafia this is clear.. wait... let me show you" he said and guards move and Bianca entered... what is she doing here? Does she work here? It has been so long.