Mafia 2 Jimmy's Betrayal Novels & Stories

she ordered. They all sat down and hang their heads low. Vale bit her lip to avoid the ‘tsk’ sound from coming out off her mouth. “James,” she whispers to him. “Yes, Boss?” he lowers his head. “We’re they always like this?” “Yes.” Vale nodded, “As a new leader, I wanted to change some of our gang rules. First, when I speak, I want you to raise your head.” They all raise their heads at the same time. “Don’t try to betray the gang or me. If you got threatened, your loyalty in this gang should always be the first. Don’t sell information about our gang to another gang or unrelated people.”

My jaw tightened. Bellowing in anger, I grabbed a rock from the ground and hurled it in their direction, wishing that we could all perish together. As the mafia's Soldato, Jimmy dodged the rock with an agile move. Then, he charged at me and sent a kick right in my stomach. I fell to the ground and threw up a mouthful of blood. The pain drained the color from my face. Lilyanne let out a terrified scream as she took a few steps back before stumbling backward.

" I turned to wheel out, but his words stopped me. “Boss, what about the extra money I was promised.“ He asked. “I'm in the hide and out of cash.“ “Don't I get some stipend for helping you get closer to your parent's killer? I know how much this information is useful to you.“ Another entitled selfish bastard. “Skylo” “Yes Boss.“ He stepped forward. “Take good care of him” I smiled, and Skylo nodded, understanding my words. With a loud shot, the man was down, drowning in his pool of blood. I smirked. The Mafia world had one rule— Never is a man meant to betray whom they have sworn loyalty to.

His mere presence was enough. "You know what happens to those who steal from us," Alessandro finally spoke, his voice low and steady. "But you didn’t just steal. You sold names. Family names." "I didn’t mean to," the man gasped, his breath hitching. "It wasn’t supposed to go that far." Giovanni made a soft sound in his throat, a mix of a sigh and a growl. Then, a figure emerged from the shadows near the sacristy—the priestess.

Fear gnaws at me as I wonder why I've been brought here, masked and bound. Alonzo, the imposing figure who seems to be in charge, strides into the room. His steps sure and strong. His presence commands respect and dread simultaneously. A man, dressed in all black, approaches him and leans in, speaking in hushed tones. My heart races, and I strain to eavesdrop on their conversation. "Boss," the man whispers urgently, "Rick hasn't been seen since the job. He was supposed to make the trade with the organization, but he never showed up with the hundreds of millions. What's going to happen?"

"The money? What money? Have I ever failed in my obligations to pay you per month, according to the work you do for me? Have I ever defaulted in my obligations to you? What the hell is your excuse?" "I...I...know....but—" he spluttered. "You broke the mafia code," I said in a quiet voice. "You betrayed me and all the other men who work for this cause." "I'm sorry, Boss." I pulled my gaze from his and looked at the men gathered in a loose circle around us. "And what do we do to betrayers?" "We punish them," they all echoed.

Betrayal was an unforgivable offense in the mafia world, and it was something both leaders feared above all, “do you have an idea who the betrayal Is?“ He asked, “Obliviously, I don't know, but I heard when I when I went to one of my dad's cartel two days ago” Anita explained, "Are you sure about this, Anita?" Alexander questioned, his voice stern. "We can't afford to make any false accusations." He asked, "I've discovered evidence, Alexander. I can't reveal it over the phone, but we need to meet immediately." Anita said, A sense of urgency was all over Alexander. He knew he had to act very fast, but he couldn't help but feel a pang of doubt. Could he trust Anita? Could he trust anyone? He a

He shook his head. "I know nothing about the money, Mr. Belgenza. I don't have it. Gabriel Moretti took everything," Emilio confessed while pleading. It only triggered James' wrath even more. Of all the men in this world that James resented the most was Gabriel Moretti. The traitor who killed his father, the true leader of Il Rosso. Gabriel takes the supreme leader of the mafia group by poisoning Fabrizio Belgenza, the man who has raised James into adulthood.

"She is where she belongs." "With me" "Vince no! You don't know her medical condition! The docto-" Vince showed him his hand, asking him to stop. "I will take care of that.It was a mistake to trust Amara and Aiden with you. I would have known. Like father like Son. Just like your father betrayed my Dad,his best friend for money and sh**, you will be doing the same." And with this Vincenzo proceeds out of the Black estate, slamming the door shut while Mar moves his arm over the glass counter, breaking the glasses in the process.

I swallowed hard, my breath hitching. He nodded once, and two of his men stepped forward, holding knives. “No” My voice cracked. “Please.” Maximus didn’t blink. “He stole from me. Betrayed me. I’m showing you the rules of my world.” Tears were stinging my eyes as I shook my head. “I don’t want this.” “You’re already in it.” The men drove the knives in. I flinched. Looked away. However, the screams could still be heard. the wet sound of flesh being cut by metal. The smell of blood.