Mafia 2 Main Characters Novels & Stories

I nodded, getting straight to the point, "Black Hand Extortion is something Don Nikolai Costello doesn't want in his territory. You work for La Cosa Nostra not the fucking Camorra." Joey gave me a nasty look, "Go tell Don Nikolai Costello to go fuck himself," he retorted and laughed with his men. This was the problem with these little fucking gangsters, they thought they were the Kings when a few men started to follow them. They thought they could form their own organized crime family. I walked to him until I was close enough to rip his throat apart. I withdrew my knife from my pocket and the second Joey's eyes fell on it, he pulled out his own knife.

he said, pressing his mouth on a thin line, and averting his gaze as if he was thinking about something. "Could you tell me more about this mafia thing?" I asked, determined to learn everything I could about them. If it's really a mafia, then I need to know everything so that I can plan my next move. He sat back on the sofa again before he spoke. "In this country, we have two mafia groups: the Sinaloa Cartel and the Camorra, which are rivals and both dangerous." "Where were you from?" I asked; my heart pounded out of my chest with excitement and anxiety, and I felt like I was on the right track in finding those killers.

It was my job as il fantasma but as Alexia Skylar Hale, My job was to control my father's company by his side. My father was Chris Hale. The owner of the Hale company and the leader of the American mafia. We were the second most well known family because of our company. Us being in the mafia part was private. In the mafia world, we were ranked second and we were fine with it considering the family who was ranked first was my father's friend, an ally. They were the De Santis, Italian mafia. Like us, most people weren't aware of their involvement in the mafia world. Their leader, Ace, was 22 and rumors had it, he was good at his job. People were scared of him for reasons I knew all too well. I

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.

As the distance between me and them shrinks, whatever remainder of sanity I still had in my core, cracks away. One by one, three men step out of the two cars. They are all dressed to nines. And they all have faces that cannot be mistaken for anyone else. The leaders of three (out of five) mafia families take positions across from me. Roberto Sandri, Duccio Giangrasso and, last but not least, Carlo Rizzio. It struck me then.

"This is Javier Pérez, the Columbian Mafia leader." Javier. The man she was looking at. He's not as old as the other men here. Maybe in his mid thirties. It seemed like he hadn't payed much attention to her until the introduction. His eyes checked her out quickly before they exchanged a handshake, both aware of the attraction to one another. My father continues, "Next is Conan Fitzgerald, the Irish Mob boss. Boris Kolev rules in Bulgaria, and Simon Kaminski is the leader of the Polish Pruszków mafia."

Guilio, The psychopath, was ushered in by Luca and Malak, two of the Don's loyal soldatos (Soldiers). Mica's head remained bowed as he awaited his fate, he has resolved to dying with dignity, no struggles, no unnecessary drama like the ones he had seen through his span in the mafia.

I could feel her hesitation in her voice. " We can argue later. Hit me on my head. " I said to her. " You can pretend. " She said. " He is Duante Rego, The Mafia Emperor. He will easily get this. " I heard footsteps increasing, " He's coming. Do it fast. Give both guns to Duante. You know the summary. " I said. She nodded and hit me with the back of the gun on my head. I felt hot red blood, dripping down. It got black all of a sudden as I hit the ground.

complained Liam, who had been struggling to inch closer to the table only to hit his head on the edge. Regan and Bastian were made to laugh because of Liam's behavior. "You guys really are bastard friends." The door opened and in walked Badruttaman with a beautiful woman. "Ah, what will Mr. Michelle give me for capturing his nemesis?" laughed the man. Michelle is one of the Italian mafia chiefs. He is the mobster's son, who Regan and Bastian killed. "You want to give us to Michelle?" asked Bastian. "No, no, no. I wanted to ask you, where have you hidden my Stresemann's Bristlefront bird?" she screeched angrily.

“Señorito, lost a lot of blood and he needs some as soon as possible. He’s type AB+.” “I’m AB+.” The Mafia Boss speaks and there is a willingness in his voice to give his blood. “Kindly enter the room, Señor.” “May I enter too?” Viviana asks while tears are falling in her bloodshot eyes. “Cara, stay here. I’ll take care of everything. Rest.” Luigino kisses her forehead before entering the room. He knows how emotional his wife is, especially when it comes to her children. “Mamma…” Leandro Marchetti, Leo’s younger brother, is rubbing his eyes while walking toward Viviana.