Mafia Bodyguards Novels & Stories

Because if Jesse didn’t go back with any info from tonight, the gang would send more, other people, who weren’t going to be cute Jesse and Michael would have to do stuff he didn’t want to do. So, if Garrey wanted to know more about him, let him. That’s why Michael quickly stepped back into his role- the one of a mafia member from the lower ranks and repeated the tale of how being a bodyguard was what he’d been doing his whole life and nothing else.

Mafia’s maid It was late afternoon, sun was about to go and She was standing in front of a pub alone with just few pieces of information. Jeremy sends her to find out the person who was stealing his drug consignments.given by the guard, contained three photographs with the information regarding the stolen consignments. With shaky feet she gets out of the car and started approaching the entrance of the pub which was filled with neon lights and smell of alcohol was strong in air.

“I suggest you speak now, ragazzo. Torture is Cara’s most favorite sport. You’ll regret not talking.” He then pulled the knife out of his thigh… slowly. Dylan Ross groaned again in pain. “I’m impressed. He holds omerta very well.” Sol scoffs. “Look at him. It’s obvious he doesn’t belong to the mafia.” “And yet he knows your name, fratello. It’s such a wonder.” I spoke calmly. I stepped to his front as I looked at him trying to lift his head to look at us. “You know the guy standing in the corner of this room.” His eyes weakly traveled to Franco. “His name is Franco as you have heard me speak his name many times. He's the best tracker. The best of the best. He finds anything and everything I

Mia was safe in one of the secure wings, under heavy guard. “I’ve been digging,” Elena said, sliding a folder across the table. “Salvatore wasn’t working alone. There’s a network of about fifteen old Council loyalists still active. They call themselves ‘The True Blood.’ They’re funneling money through offshore accounts and recruiting from the disgruntled capos who don’t like your legitimate business push.” Leo flipped through the files, jaw tightening. “Any direct cartel connection?” “Not yet. But they’re reaching out. If The True Blood gains enough momentum, the cartel might decide your reformed structure is too unstable and back them instead.”

I received it in haste and i dash into the airport. I started to look around for anyone suspicious , anyone who might be the rightful owner of the bag. " Hi " I heard behind me and i whirled around to see a white handsome guy with a long hair which he pack in a ponytail. No doubt he was into something illegal because his face looks like those of the criminals in the movies i usually watch Back home ,he has a scar on his forehead. Subtracting the scar he would have been the most handsome man i have ever seen in Louisiana.

26 YEAR LATER: Alex, an Alpha and head of the most powerful, biggest mafia group in the city, entered the club like he owned the place. On his sides were his cousin, brother Mike, and friend Type, his two bodyguards. Alex was very capable of taking care of himself, but he knew he would always be a target.

Mikeal's bodyguard. My father has a special habit. His bodyguards must have his initials on their bodies. This is not only to remind the bodyguards who they are serving, but also to highlight Mikeal's rights. To ensure their loyalty, Mikeal employs bodyguards for life. It means that the bodyguards are getting paid a lot of money and selling their lives to Mikeal. If Mikeal were to terminate the contract, the bodyguards would not only have to pay a high penalty for breach of contract, they would even be secretly killed. That's how Mikeal works.

Dulce was puzzled around this moment, why was her son in law has the guts to do this. "Are he crazy? Are he tired of living?" As she watch closely her son in law. The six body guards behind the middle age man was tall and strong they are hired for protecting Riks Sem in some business matters by the Mafia boss of the province. They are a professional fighters of UFC sports club. They have trained to become a powerful fighters. As Riks commanded them, they've rush to a single opponent alone with unknown fighting background. They are full of confidence that they could beat him instantly.

--- Meanwhile, at Zekiel’s house… There were more bodyguards than household staff. In his massive mansion, the servants could be counted on one hand, but the bodyguards? Too many to count. They were scattered inside and outside his house. As one of the wealthiest businessmen in the world, many wanted him dead—especially mafia members, gangsters, and goons. Even though Zekiel had done nothing to them, they would do anything to bring him down. But he wasn’t one to back down. He had trained himself so that even if no one could save him, he could handle himself.

Each time I managed to pull one layer away, I found myself wanting to know more. It suddenly became clear to me that my interest in him went beyond sex or as a bodyguard. I realized, as if a brick had fallen on my head, that I was starting to have feelings for him. But I was the heir to a mafia family—I couldn’t afford to let my guard down or make mistakes. Nothing could ever be simple. I smiled and nodded my head, trying to hide the effect he had on me. “I hope you’ll keep your word,” I said, softening my tone, “and guard my secret well.”