Novel & Cerita Mafia 2 Collectables

"Your selected items include the Starfall Blades, the Millennial Dragonblood Essence, the Tears of the Deep Sea Naga, and one hundred and thirty-seven other rare artefacts." Marcella does not take the paper, her hand hovering in the air. "The total comes to thirty-eight million credit points," the curator says, his smile widening. "Will you be charging this directly to your Pack account, or are you using your personal account today?" Marcella drops her arms, her fingers twitching against her sides. "Thirty-eight million?!" Marcella gasps, the words catching in her throat. The flush of victory drains from her cheeks, leaving her skin looking like curdled milk.

Was I that scary? As expected, the room was filled with gems. After all, what could you possibly expect from an old money Mafia with a reputation of theft and smuggling all over Italy? I smirked as my mind began to calculate the pieces of art that I wanted for Terra and Tela. Safiya will be so happy to see them, and who knows, maybe even inspired for our art exhibition. I collected about ten valuable paintings and called the guard. “Bring them all to my room upstairs, quick.” I sighed when he wasn’t moving. “I’ll have to cut one of your ears if I have to repeat myself again.” I said.

She needed a reason to accept what she was becoming. The second strike targeted a weapons cache Marco’s people had found in Queens. They took everything they could move and destroyed the rest. The third strike hit a gambling operation used to clean Bratva money. They walked away with almost two million in cash. That money would now fund the war against Alexei and his people.

He continued when Marco said nothing to him. Marco chuckled and replied calmly. “This is my woman, Alessia. She isn't the daughter of a mafia lord, but she's my princess." He said and winked at Alessia. Alessia blushed when she heard his words, she felt flattered and loved. But the next words Marco said to Kendrick, left her frozen in spot. “She's also the madam of this mansion. This mansion is yours, Mia Cara."

They stalked the halls, cleared the rooms, and gunned down anyone who dared stand in their way. Finally, they reached the heart of the mansion: Lorenzo's throne room. The rival mafia boss sat on his throne, a scowl on his face. Rafael and Alexander aimed their guns at Lorenzo. "It's over," Rafael said, his voice cold and deadly. Lorenzo sneered, his eyes calm; he was not afraid. With a nod, Rafael gave the signal, and his men moved forward, surrounding Lorenzo. The rival boss was captured, and his reign of terror ended.

“You have no idea who the fuck you are talking to right now. I ought to whip you until you bleed for this disobedient and disrespectful outburst.” Her eyes widened and her mouth went dry as it hung open. Not at his threats but rather the vclaim that he made—his words echoing in her mind. The mafia king? As in the leader of the vicious MMM group from Karachi? Never in a million years had Anissa thought that she would be facing the leader of the most powerful mafia in the country. The identity of the leader of the mafia was kept hidden from the public but his malicious and merciless killings and acts were infamous throughout the country. Anissa wasn’t that much of a news person or a socialite

"No! How can I just climb on your back? Moreover, there's an injury on your arm." JK yells, "Just shut up and do as I say!" "No, I won't! Why are you showing me mercy now?" "I have never seen a stubborn girl like you." Grabbing her hand forcefully, he makes her lean on his back. "This man, seriously! How long are you going to force me? Will you ever let me live peacefully? When will you stop all this?" "When you love me more than I do." "I'll never fall for you." "You won't have to do it, baby. It will happen automatically. Just wait and see." "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Walk as soon as possible; I'm so hungry." "It's high time to learn how to control your hunger." "Yah, I've never seen a stupid

He laughed, " It calls for global celebration, Man. That little thing really hid well for a decade, fvck me! Actually, we don't have her yet. The Eastern Gang based in Boston managed to capture her somewhere in New Jersey and the Tree has sent delegates to collect her from them. Why are interested in the Mafia Princess? " " You easily forget the McCain is a major factor for their fall even though we had the backing of the Tree "I managed to cover up and he believed," Oh, that's true. If there's anyone that should be happier, it's you fvckers! " " That's right. So where do they have her currently? "I asked, trying not to act suspicious.

The world felt wonderfully ordinary. Mia stopped in front of a stall selling handmade bracelets. She picked up one made from braided leather. Simple. Nothing expensive. She held it against Mark's wrist. "It suits you." He raised an eyebrow. "It costs five dollars." "So?" "I'm a mafia boss." She smiled mischievously. "Today you're not." Before he could object, she paid for it herself. Then fastened it around his wrist. "There." He looked at it. Then at her.

Gabe intervened, "here, Amara. We have no idea what it means or who wrote it." I studied the note. The handwriting looked oddly familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it. I translated the letter for Adrian, Gabe, and Lucian. "I never was a fan of the mafia. I always preferred working alone. But, I guess things change. Especially when you're after something priceless. Something that's always belonged to you. Lucian Moretti, you seem to be getting in the way of my plans, and I've had enough. These guns will help my team immensely. Getting my sweet najima back to me will only be a matter of time."