Mafia 2 Jimmy's Vendetta Novels & Stories

He felt the weight of the truth, knowing she was oblivious to the fact that their baby didn't make it in the accident. "Jemma, I love you and Sunny so damn much. Don't throw questions like that at me again." "Then why are you acting all distant?" "I'm handling something." Jemma got panicky, "You... you're not getting mixed up with the mafia, are you? No, Jimmy, don't mess with them. Please, don't..." "No, it's... it's not about the mafia. It's just business. Trust me." She clung to him, "Don't get involved with them, Jimmy. I can't bear to lose you or Sunny."

Finn responds nonchalantly. “How did Jion knew that Ivy is up for something?” Moe questioned the two. Mainly to Henrick. “He was informed by one of his underlings.” Henrick. “That’s what I am curious about. Who the hell is this man?” Oliver barged in. Beer is in his hand and fully attentive to the conversation that is being shared on the table. “He’s just the current mafia boss of Vendetta. And Ivy is one of his younger sisters.” Moe explained.

My anger was rising and my grip on my assault rifle was tightening. It was Jerry Gill, the leader of the Dragonbone mafia group located in Camden. Unlike the Morgan family's mafia business that only deals with money laundering and online gambling, the Dragonbone mafia has no specific field. However, they were famous for human trafficking, especially trade for women and organs. Then I heard Jerry whistling while still groping Jeanne's body. "You have good taste in women. It's a pity that you —" I couldn't stand it anymore, so I cut him off. "Keep your filthy hands off my wife or ..."

He looked very focused and very serious about what he was doing. “I am supposed to kill you so I can be free,” he said in a quiet voice. “That is what she told me to do.” My heart stopped beating for a second. I realized he meant Enzo's mother. She had gotten to him. “But I can’t do it,” James continued. “Because somewhere deep in my head, you are still my friend. You should consider this my mercy to you.” The knife pressed even closer to my throat. “If you don’t leave right this second,” he said, and his voice felt flat and dead, “I will slice your throat open. I won’t hesitate to do it, Noah.”

“I’ve never been with a man before… but I’m not against the possibility. You’d better behave, Tristan, or I might just make your entire body ache with regret.” He turned and walked away, leaving me alone, bound and exposed, in the eerie silence of the warehouse. It was then, in the echoing emptiness, that the full horror of my situation truly dawned on me. I was caught in the crossfire of a brutal mafia war. Abducted by Vlad, I was now nothing more than a bargaining chip, a tool for his twisted vengeance against Giovanni. And the night, it seemed, was far from over.

My cock stirred and I swore under my breath. He's in my head. I dug my nails into my palms and forced myself to take a long, deep breath before I blew it out. All I had to remember is that Amadeo Bianchi was a son of a bitch who killed and maimed without blinking an eye. That's it. I had a debt to pay off and if I had to keep screwing him, fine. But I wasn't going to let him get to me. God, I hope he's not here.

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.

Dark hair framed his sharp features, eyes as dark as the burning pits of hell danced with glee, lips quirked up in a menacing smile. Balandin. “Xavier, you have twenty-four hours, or your father is next. I know you don’t care for him a fucking bit, but his death will not be for your own show. I will hand him over to the Japanese if you don’t comply, yes?” The Italian mafia had long been a rival of the Japanese mafia. Their hatred for one another sticks to the bones and goes back in time before our grandfathers were born. Balandin moved the camera once more and focused on Pier’s defeated figure as Francine lay lifeless in front of him, eyes still wide open in fear, a broken who had just lost

"The O'Sullivans are too smart to side with a losing hand. Is it the Cartel? Did the Jimenez brothers fly in from Juarez?" "I'll... I'll kill you," Mikhail gasped, his face slick with sweat. "Unlikely," I said. I moved to the next finger. POV: Julian Vane I watched from the gallery, my fingers gripping the cold metal railing so hard my knuckles were white. I had seen violence before. I had seen the aftermath of hits, the bodies pulled from the river, the blood on the floors of the Vane shipping offices. But this was different. This was clinical. This was Dante "The Butcher" Moretti living up to every terrifying syllable of his name.

he asked on which Theo while coming from behind, “Do you know about your son’s deeds, which he did with Georgia, Yes or no? No other talks answer us simply in YES or NO,” James, who heard the questions, becomes nervous, and that was when all four came to know that he knew everything about his son’s deeds. “Nobody has a right to hurt our sister, and when you both father and son already did that crime, then now just wait for the consequences,” Vivaan said on which James’ face colour turned pale. “Why you people did that?” Nat asked in a low yet dangerous tone on which James, in a low voice, “We just wanted to gain more power, which can only be possible if my son marries the daughter of Mafia K