Mafia Boss Guards Novels & Stories

he whispered and pulled her up from the ground. He led her back to the room and sat her down on the bed. "I know you don't remember me so let me introduce myself. I'm Alexander Miguel soon to be the boss of the Black mafia and you are my one way ticket through that door. I'll give you one minute to completely hand yourself over to me or I'm going to start killing everyone you love, no more beating around the corner," he whispered with a serious face. Siana looked into his face trying to crack the joke behind his words but she found nothing. He was being serious. The room was quite as his vicious eyes tore through her.

Alexander paced up and down the floor of his private house, surrounded by his closest friends and inner circle. Alexander's inner circle were the only people aware of his private house, with a few trusted guards that patrolled the perimeter. Alexander needed to be constantly well protected, he always carried weapons and had a set of trained guards on standby. These guards were a part of the mafia, but their jobs were primarily to protect important assets. His father had been the one to set up the almost separate organization. They had specific training and were always ready to kill. They had been taught to shoot first and ask questions later, and of course, never ask questions about what or

I shuddered, not liking the attention. Carlisle continued, gesturing toward a man with thick muscles and a face that looked like it had taken one too many hits. “Dante Moretti. He’s old-school mafia, no frills, just violence. His girlfriend, Rosa, is a bit out of place here, but she’s harmless.” I looked at Rosa, whose bright smile and bubbly demeanor seemed completely at odds with the grim faces around her. She seemed out of place, just like me.

Especially the watchful eyes of the guards there who will follow you until you leave. There were some who tried to enter that room. But until now those who dared to attack the real owner of the club are still confined. That's when I realized he was a mafia boss. Maybe only simple businessmen can do that and who would have the audacity to order them to beat that person until the bones rattle just because he wants to talk to him and see him in person.

ANDRETTI 'what do you mean the shipment has been detained?' Andretti Agnello the most feared Mafia boss in Sicily roared, his baritone voice resounding as he faced one of his soldiers, soldiers were the lowest ranking members of the mafia, they take care of the dirtiest liitle jobs. Andreo was his most trusted soldier, he was raised among the Agnello children as their play mate. 'i just got the call now boss, apparently our man was not at the wharf and the custom officers there discovered the shipment ' Andreo answered with his head bowed, he dared not look into the boss's eyes.

Lily asked when she realized that this is his office here. "You should not talk aloud with that matter," he said with sincerity. She would like him if he's serious like this. He looks like Raf when he becomes this serious. "What do you mean?" "You cannot identify a gangster or a Mafia boss yet, Lily…but everyone who comes in my bar are all Mafia bosses, assassins, and gangsters. They all kill people, murderers." Is it what she is about to become? To kill and be a murderer? "About the death threats, does Aemon even know about it?" He asked and blew out a heavy breath.

Black slacks, a dark dress shirt, sleeves rolled up to reveal strong forearms, a glint of silver from his watch. Calm. Cold. Untouchable. His eyes flickered briefly to me, a mere glance, before he turned back to the two men standing nearby. Strangers. No, not strangers. Bratva. Viktor and Nikolai, his consigliere and second in command. Their eyes slid to me, appraising and calculating. I felt like prey among predators. Misha’s jaw tightened imperceptibly. He extended a hand, and without a word, I understood. “Come here,” he said softly. But there was no question in his voice. Only command.

I use buildings like these as the forefront for my mafia business, laundering money for people, taking in girls and boys who are interested in making money for the cartel, hiding weaponry, it was in the middle of the bustle and hustle and nobody ever suspected it. I cross the street, pushing the doors and a guard blocks my way, “We are closed” he says his voice deep and hard I narrow my eyes at him, not in the mood for these shenanigans when a woman in a brown pantsuit approaches us “You fool!! That’s Mr Dominic DeLuca, the Boss” she says in angry guard tones but I can hear her.

Aaron's guards come ahead to catch Vicente, but Vicente's guards block the way while coming in front of him. All the guards take out their guns and point each other out. Children scream out in fear, and Lilly also shut her mouth while covering her hands. "Enough is enough." Albert comes and stands between them. "Take the guns back." The guards from both sides don’t listen to Albert; rather, they are keeping each other at gunpoint in anger. "I said, drop the guns right now." Albert ordered while yelling out in anger. The guards knew Albert was the godfather of the mafia. So, they listened to his command and dropped the guns.

To any hope of quick extraction. “Clean,” the guard finally announced. Scarfaced stepped closer, towering over me. “You seem nervous. Any reason why?” I kept my eyes lowered, channeling every ounce of fear I actually felt into my performance. “This is all very frightening, sir. I’ve done nothing wrong. I only want to work and stay out of trouble.” He studied me for a long moment, close enough that I could smell the faint scent of cigar smoke on his clothes. “You know, the boss has taken quite an interest in you. That’s dangerous. For both of you.”