Mafia And Captive Novels & Stories

I call it "Hell hole" I remember the kidnapping started when I was 14. My friend, Anna, who was really beautiful, kidnapped from her home. Her father said, bunch of guys came to their house at night and point guns at them, then they took Anna and her mother, who was still quiet young at that time. Now her father is known as "Mad Davis". His nickname explains his condition right?

"One of the biggest Mafia bosses in Milan, Luciano Bianchi, was shot dead at an auction on Saturday night..." A smile of satisfaction pulled up on Alessandro's lips after hearing the news rattled out by the female newscaster on the radio. The car pulled up at an old warehouse where his captive was kept. His men tied the captive up to a chair, bruised black and blue. Alessandro circled around the tied-up man, like a vulture circling around a dead animal. "Long time no see, Jonas." Alessandro greeted.

“My son was murdered at the altar. Your daughter disappeared with his killer. My family wants blood. Some of them want hers too, for the betrayal.” Antonio’s eyes flashed dangerously. “Elena is my blood. She will be returned to me. Alive. The rest we can negotiate.” The two dons spent the next hour circling each other like wolves, probing weaknesses and offering carefully measured truths. Antonio revealed what little he knew of Moretti’s recent movements. Vincenzo shared intelligence on the traitor feeding them information from inside Moretti’s ranks. “He has a rat,” Vincenzo said with a cold smile. “One of his own capos. Greedy bastard wants more power. We’ve been using him to stay ahead. B

I might loose my breakfast right here, before a gathering of the world's most powerful men. The newcomer snaps his fingers "Raul, Vanderhaus. Grab the girl and take her to the airstrip immediately. I'll be there soon." "The fuck, Ramsey?" Old Mikhailov asks on a furious yell. Yeah, Ramsey. The fuck?! Two huge, harsh looking men advance towards me from the army. Just then, the reality of my situation hits me. I cannot become a captive of the Mafia. I've read about all the horrible stuff those monsters do to their captives, especially the women. I could end up as a sex slave or worse.

I really didn't want to. I was getting weaker. The drugs had taken effect. "I don't want this. Stop, please." He didn't listen. He was feral. I stretched out weakly toward the nearest person for help. He didn't care. Instead, he stared right at me and slammed harder into his slut. "Hey! Hey, let her go!" Keisha's voice came through. She clung onto his shirt and pulled as hard as she could, but her heels gave her very little balance.

ALEXEI We still hadn't found her. all we knew was that Sahin was holding her captive. The Scottish Mafia was serving protection for Sahin's Mafia. The Chinese were always so fucking useless. All they ever did was obey whoever that paid them more money. They were total snitches that was why I never associated with them. They only followed money, like a leaf on top of a river letting the wind blow it in any direction. Fucked up people. I'll kill all of them this time. I'll burn their fucking country down!

The best way to enter our business(mafia) is to be born inside it. Roman's point of view: "Is it best for you to talk now or else you will really regret being loyal while being in our captivity." Denis said as he held his gun against captive. I sat before the captive, waiting for him to talk.

"I want access. You’re Raphael's brother. You work inside his empire. I want you to be my eyes and ears. Feed me information. Sabotage when necessary. Undermine quietly." Lorenzo recoiled slightly. "You want me to betray my brother?" Martin's smile didn't waver. "I want you to help me destroy him." "You’re insane." "Maybe. But I have the video. And I know how to make it go viral. Police, press, social media. You'll be roasted alive." Lorenzo balled his fists. "You're blackmailing me." "Let's call it bargaining." Silence stretched between them as the city lights shimmered below.

she gave out. “Rocks spared their lives,” I said. After the war, the Parcafis were held captive for a few months. I knew the Rocks had made it a long duration to cast other mafia leaders' minds off it. In the Mafia, When a prey is caught. Other lions come to feed. They make ammendments. Offers. False promises. Just to get the prey. An when they finally get, they become brutal. Possesive. We were the lions. Only a few mafia leaders were able to grasp information on what had happened after those months.