Mafia 2 Jimmy's Betrayal นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Quinn asked. “Depends…. What did he do?” “Betrayaled the Famila and he raped a nine year old.” I looked at him in disgust. The Mafia was a gang of murders, thieves and robbers but they were what you could term, loyal and royal class thieves. Pedophiles are vermin to any Mafia mob with a boss that has a head on his shoulders. I stared into his eyes. My gaze had a dead aura to it. I was completely unfazed by my plans for him.

A smirk plays at the corner of Carter’s lips as he pulls me closer, his hand moving possessively to my hip, guiding me through the crowd with ease. “Let’s make our entrance,” he murmurs, leading me toward a group of important-looking men. I nod curtly, following him as he introduces me to his mafia associates. They’re all high-class, and I keep my composure, smiling and exchanging pleasantries. But in the back of my mind, I can’t stop thinking about Vincent. He’s my past now, just a man who discarded me after drugging me, marrying someone else with no hesitation. I couldn’t give him an heir, and that was all it took.

A security camera swiveled toward me, but I stared right into it, daring them to keep me waiting. After a moment, the gate buzzed open, and I strode up the path to the front door. My presence alone was enough to make people tremble, and I knew it. I was Dante Moretti, the mafia king who made men beg for mercy. Today, I wasn’t here to offer any.

“Oh, thank you, Mr. Lautner. I'm really sorry I did this. Jim is a good man after all." "We also regret it. But he was found guilty of murdering Alma Emerson." "That's too bad." “We are grateful that we met you yesterday. This case is a little troublesome actually. So we are very grateful that we finished it well." Bratt didn't seem interested in that chat. He is currently feeling guilty that Jim was caught in the worst way. Betrayal by friends? Tch, all his life he never expected to do something like that to Jim. But he was forced to do it. The cops offer a very lucrative gift for him if he succeeds in getting information from Jim about the case of Alma's death. Of course, it was a very dif

Michael said as Jim took him inside making him sit on the bed. "He need to learn his lesson; he can't just punish an innocent. Aiden is innocent, guilty is his father. And when he is ready, I'll help him myself to take his revenge. But first he needs to be clear that he can't just do whatever he wants. That's not what I taught him in all those years. He may be the great mafia leader but I'm the founder of this gang. It's my responsibility to make him walk on the right path" Jim said all determined to do whatever it takes to shape his brother.

At the table he was sitting on, the dealer remained waiting As Angelo drank his full glass, Jimmy, the tallest of men, sat next to him, with his smooth black hair neatly pulled back and brown eyes. Our President "Boss" nodded his head greeting their leader.. Jimmy is one of his best men and has a high rank in the mafia family led by Angelo nodded his head at the dealer to start a new card game... Angelo was surprised by Jimmy when he indicated to the dealer that he wanted to play! “I thought you didn’t like to gamble?!” He said as he passed a bottle of beer to Jimmy to pour him into his glass... Jimmy shrugged his shoulders, "I feel lucky tonight."

and laughing like a madman he just says the most srupid thing he could say under these circumstances. “Or maybe I should rape her as I did with her mother !” “Are you nuts!?!?” Jim Thompson shouted in horror and looked at his brother. “She is your daughter!” but Pete Thompson just growls at him. Jim Thompson takes a step back and says , knowing that this was the biggest mistake of his life, to follow Pete here. “I, Jim Thompson, beta of Blood Moon Pack, break every tie with this pack. From now on I am a rogue!” and he abandoned his own brother and ran in the forest.

"Did you get what I ask you to do?" Shivering a little, the man nods his head and stammering said "Y-Yes..boss." The man stretches out his hand requesting the envelope. The man shivering a bit while walking to the desk and handed him the envelope that he bring earlier. He bows his head and stares at the floor worriedly. He already sweating, scared that the boss might kill him anytime now. Vincent Smith, the lord of drug dealers around the City is also known as Jimmy. He is the leader of a group of mafia and known as a man with no mercy.

Marcello’s presence seemed to fill the room, closing in, forcing me back onto the bed with a subtle but undeniable pressure. “Do you understand?” he asked. His voice was low now, almost intimate, yet there was an edge in it that made my heart race. “I… I think so,” I whispered. “You do not,” he corrected, stepping closer, close enough that I could feel the heat of his body. “You are vulnerable. My enemies are watching. And your so-called allies have betrayed you.” My hands clenched the sheets. Betrayal. The word echoed in my mind. My sister. My first love. Everyone I had trusted.

"We’re sorry! It was… it was only to pay our gambling debts!" The other man, his lip split and bleeding, whimpered, "We didn't know it was yours, boss! We swear, we didn't know!" “Giovanni, sir, please!” one of them, a gaunt man named Marco, pleaded, his eyes wide with desperation. “Forgive us! We… we didn’t mean it! It was an accident!” “Accident?” I repeated, my voice calm, dangerously quiet. I stepped closer, my shadow falling over them like a shroud. “Smuggling firearms and gold bars from the Treasury? That sounds less like an accident and more like a deliberate act of treason.”