Mafia 2 Jimmy's Vendetta Novels & Stories

Marco »»»◈««« Prove to me how important I am to you by going against everything you stand for, by defying your code, by going against the entire Cosa Nostra. You will free him, and you will let him live with me for the rest of my life. Only then will I believe you... I downed another glass of bourbon, the burn of the alcohol doing little to quell the storm inside me. My hand raked through my hair in a desperate, frustrated gesture, as if trying to physically tear out the thoughts that plagued me. Without thinking, I hurled the crystal tumbler at the wall in front of me. The shattering glass echoed through the room.

The good thing that came with my predicament is that Josie and James seem to have left their fight behind. I spoke some more to Josie and James and they have promised to not dig deeper into my situation. James also had to promise to never touch me in any way. They know that Antonio is the Italian mafia boss and that he can seiriously hurt them or their family if they do something stupid. Most of the time we try to ignore my situation and go on as if everything is as usual. But I use my newly conquered wealth to buy them lunch almost every day, which they appreciate a lot.

Zona exited hesitantly, "I'm guessing he kidnapped me since he has that controller." Mark Denial was Mia's fiancé and the second son of the head of the Strandri mafia family, in fact, Zona had accused him once long ago during the trial, when Valerio had trusted him, however, after an investigation the poor boy had been recuperating in the Capital Hospital due to an Achilles tendon injury sustained from a climb prior to the day of the incident, which was documented with hospitalization records.

Stubborn headed unlike me. With another sigh, I turn around slowly to go out when I bump into a hard wall. It makes my head spin for a while till I raise my head to meet the gaze of a familiar pair of green eyes. They are dark but not as dark as Xavier's. A smirk descends upon his face as the realization dawns upon me. "Vincenzo?" "Jasmine Cooper?" he demands to be sure. "What the hell are you doing here?" I can't find my voice. This man makes my skin crawl. He is in the Mafia. He owns Chicago. Every gangster in Chicago bows to him. Every crime conducted in Chicago is also related to Vicenzo, except for rape.

A man covered in a black robe stood behind him, “it is you” Jim Kim smiled faintly and nodded, and scoffed, “of course, who else were you expecting it to be?” Mora's face was unsightly, wondering why the rich were unruly, “let me go, I have never wronged you” she begged. Jim Kim's face darkened, and he glared at Mora “you made me angry, that is all, I would have killed you long ago, but, that old mother of yours is intelligent, just so you know, those who go against me end off dying mysteriously” he sneered.

Jim the owner asked as he smiled at me from behind the screen protected booth. I greeted him and chose my regular gun of choice, a Weston M and P two point zero. He quickly found it and handed it to me across the countertop. "I would like a Glock, a seventeen if you have it," Sienna said which seem to shock Jim. His eyes bulged as he looked at me for answers. "Before you make a rude remark, Jim, something along the lines of women belonging in the kitchen, I sincerely advise you not to. This is my wife and the Don of the Italian mafia, Ms. Zannotti," I said, without breaking eye contact. Sienna smirked as she nodded approvingly.

But that was another case and this…. The things He was doing for his cherry lips! Liam ignored Evan and shifted his attention to Viso and gave him a mocking grin. "And you Viso- Iso. I am going to make your life hell for snatching my Isa fro me," Liam said snapping his fingers yet again at Viso before walking out of His office like a king while the two friends watched that three-feet kid with sharp eyes. The kid just ruined two most cruel and fearsome mafia bosses of Europe!

Third Person Pov: Thomas Allen is one of the most ruthless leaders in the mafia gang Hayden Wren heads. Its known as 'Python'. Recently, there's been a fued between the two, hence; Thomas moved to Dubai. The members of the gang thought things would dissolve over time... but it didn't. Communication seized between the two for the past two years. Now, Thomas is back to set things right.

I pushed her to the brink. “Boss, you good with that?” Deron asks, snapping my focus back to the present. I look around the dark SUV as my inner circle, Deron, Stephon, Kris, and Max, are preparing to help orchestrate a raid on a meatpacking plant. It’s one of many business fronts for the Scarfo mafia. This one, in particular, is run by Vinnie and his crew. It took a little digging, but Max managed to track the bastard down with ease.

They walked past giant stacks of abandoned metal crates — perfect places for an ambush. At the center of the warehouse, under a single flickering light, was Luca’s sister. Her eyes widened when she saw Adrien. “You came,” she cried. “Please — they said they’d kill me if—” A voice echoed from the shadows. Clapping. Slow, mocking. A tall man stepped into the light — sharp suit, tattooed fingers, cold smile. Viktor Vasiliev. The Russian devil himself. “D’Angelo,” Viktor said in a thick accent, “so good of you to join us. And you brought… a girl.”