Mafia And His Angel Novels & Stories

Elijah wrapped his arm around his wife, preventing her from slapping the man in the face, knowing that she most probably would. “A mafia’s vengeance is far more dangerous than anything that any man has ever encountered. Lorenzo has brought it in for himself, Nasia. You’re either in on this with us, or you’re not, but there’s no backing away from it now” Eliana said looking her friend in the eye. Anastasia bit her bottom lip as she debated. She knew that this was wrong, but she also knew that she couldn’t leave her friend behind when they all stood by her side when she needed them. Plus, she knew that Elijah was already going to help them, and whether she liked it or not; she wasn’t going to

Julia shuddered when she heard those words. She looked at her boss, but his face was expressionless. What else did she expect from a mafia leader? Suddenly a tear dropped from her eyes. Was this how her life was going to end? She questioned herself as she saw Marco pull the trigger. “For the last time, why the hell are you doing this?” Don asked, “the Rossini's have been good to your family, so why this?” “Good? Did you just say good?” Marco asked, then added, “The only person worthy of being called 'good' is Martin, and fortunately, he has already betrayed you.”

He couldn’t believe he had ever doubted her, she was the epitome of innocence, they lived two worlds away yet bonded together. Her taste, the sweetest thing he had ever tasted and he could get addicted to it. She watched him with innocent eyes, completely clueless, he was the big bad wolf and she was the white sheep. His complete opposite. She was his angel, the cold Mafia’s Angel.

“Easy for you to say, sitting safely in your father’s house in L.A. while I’m being hunted in mine.” His eyes flickered. “At least I’m not an imp.” “Excuse me?” I shot up, the chair scraping. ‘You don’t get to call him an “imp.’ Not when you’re no better.” “You’re mafia too!” I yelled. “You’ve killed, lied, and used people. Just like him.” “You’re both monsters. And once I’m done playing this part, I’m leaving the country. For good. No more running. No more looking over my shoulder.”

Just like how the angel Michael was the battle angel, destroying the demons while being good and pure. Maybe I'll call him Michael, it'll be my own secret name for him. I doubt we would meet again; just like Mabel said, he probably ended up in M&T's by accident, but I knew it'd take a while for his memory to leave my mind. If only... Nah, there's no way.

Ava wanted to laugh but it seems my words clicked in her head, because her face contorted into a frown before it mirrored confusion. "Ma...mafia what? What are you trying to say? Is Alexander a mafia?" She whispered lowly. It's as if she doesn't want anyone else to hear her, but no other soul was in here except for the two of us. She hasn't officially opened the bakery yet. She said she'd do it tomorrow. "Yep. He's the mafia prince, his dad, the mafia king, his mother, the mafia queen. I got involved with mafias, Ava. How unlucky I can be." I sighed exasperatingly.

Chapter 2 Angelo; In my world, traitors and snitches are a deadly sin. Unforgivable except through death. I am Angelo Fabian. The number one ruthless Mafia Don in the whole fucking casino. And everyone, I mean, every single fucking individual knows not to mess with me. Standing in front of the three dimwits kneeling before me, rage surged in me as I corked the gun. "Now, are you willing to tell me why the hell none of you bastards have captured that traitor? Do I have to rip your tongue off before I get a goddamn explanation?"

I bow my head on her shoulder and she chuckles slightly as she caresses my hair. “Shhh, now. Tell me what has happened?” she says and I pull back from her and look at Ryder and the man who is next to him. Ryder nods his head once to me and I look at the man and Cassandria sees me looking. She walks to him and stands beside him. “Angel, let me introduce you to my husband, the mafia king Matteo DeAngelis.” She says and I stiffen before I bow slightly and he chuckles.

, until he had the courage, but that wasn't exactly what happened, so everything there came down to courage. So, I did it, I liked it and I continued, at that point, I literally felt like continuing, I didn't want to jump from one branch to another, it would be exclusive, it was better than being a whore who is shared by three fantastic creatures, and an eternal old whore of a casino. Meanwhile in the Hells casinos angels City of Pleasures Guilt Nights The lord of the casino, Angels Night, the blond, Greek gentleman who came from a traditional Greek mafia in the city, was worried that his son would fall into the hands of some angel pope.

All the other girls too bowed before him and folded their hands. The handsome devil who was an angel a few days ago stood from his couch and started walking away from Hazel Walker. The highly successful, independent girls were pleading with a mafia boss to save their best friend, Renata Zyanya. Michelangelo was well aware of who she was asking to save, but from what, from whom he had no idea, and he was not interested. The moment he heard about Renata’s betrayal, he hated her from the core of his heart.