Novel & Cerita Mafia Card Game Stories

is my best friend came in, but he had a panicked face, right away I knew there was something wrong."John ran away." Ethan mumbled."WHAT?" I shouted."The building was attacked by his men. Our men got the situation under control. But they had brought backup. They killed 4 of our men." Ethan informed.I clenched my fists then unclenched them. I knew that BASTARD was related to Mafia. Otherwise it was not possible for common people to even know about that place. He killed my 4 men. Now I will kill all of them."Find out everything about him. I need the report by tomorrow morning." I ordered.With that he left. And I went home.Chloe POV:I was in the kitchen making dinner after making dinner I set i

“But no cheating.” Jerald placed a hand over his chest dramatically. “I’m offended.” “You’re a mafia lord,” she said sweetly. “It’s in your nature.” That earned her a low chuckle as he pulled out a deck and sat across from her, his long legs stretched out, his posture relaxed yet commanding… the same man who ordered executions without blinking… now shuffling cards carefully so he wouldn’t bend them. They played… slowly… teasing each other… Jasmine accusing him of hiding cards… Jerald calmly reminding her that skill and intelligence were not crimes… every time she won, she celebrated loudly… every time he won, he leaned back and smirked like he had planned it from the start.

Just older. The caption reads: "Lucia Santino, heir to the Santino fortune, attends annual charity gala." "That's my mom," I whisper, shaking. Your mother wasn't Lucia Hale. She was Lucia Santino. And that's why people are hunting you. "I don't understand. Who are the Santinos?" He writes slowly, carefully: One of the five founding families. The most powerful one. And you're the last surviving heir. "What does that mean?" It means you're worth more dead than alive to four families.

That wasn't comforting. “And if she isn't?” “We will kill each and every one of them. Vincenzo is ruthless, but he is not stupid. I am sure he wouldn't want to start a war with you”, Ben said, no matter how comforting his words were. These people were Mafia lords, they feared no one, not even the law itself. My eyes drifted off to the CCTV footage, “Cara is leaving, let's follow her” I said, standing up. Usually, I wouldn't be present to catch her myself, but I was anxious about Taylor, any sort of distraction just not to worry was highly welcome.

But I couldn’t stop staring at Joshua. Why him? Then Nicole leaned in, her breath chilling my ear. “Do you know who you're in love with, Trinity?” I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. She gripped my arm tighter. “You think Leo’s a hero? He’s not. He’s a f*cking monster.” “Shut up,” I snapped, trying to pull away. She shoved me forward. “George Leonardo Zapanta Vasquez,” she continued, voice dripping with venom, “is a mafia heir. A kingpin in disguise. He sells drugs, arms, women—anything that gives him power.”

His deep voice was commanding again. "Open your mouth, finish this meat and don't protest too much." He returned to feeding me piece by piece of meat until my stomach felt full. "Enough! I'm not a dog you force to eat until full!" There was a soft sigh from his mouth, he leaned closer until I felt his warm breath on my face. "Get used to not fighting me because it will make you even more sick, you understand, Mrs. Prosecutor." "Hey, I'm not afraid of threats from you. You will regret kidnapping me who is a stubborn woman. I would rather die than marry you, ah—"

Georgia wanted to burst out, but she tried to collect herself altogether before it could happen. “Well, yeah. That really is your one million question.” Jennifer took a bite first, while Georgia was observing her. “Have you heard about mafias?” she threw another question, instead of answering directly. Furrowed brows, Georgia replied as she began to touch her food, “Mafias? Aren’t those popular in fiction?” she asked as she prepared a bite of fried rice. The spoon was already half-way through her mouth, when she halted as realization struck her.

I played along, letting small victories slip through my fingers like they didn’t matter, folding where I could’ve pressed, calling just to stay interesting. Yuri was the first to break the silence this time, his attention moving from the table to me. “Cosa Nostra doesn’t exactly advertise itself on plastic,” he mused, rolling a chip between his fingers. “That card you dropped earlier. Most men here wouldn’t even recognize it for what it is.” “Interesting thing,” I returned lightly, nudging a stack of chips forward. “I was starting to think the stories were exaggerated. Thought I’d try it out tonight, see if the reputation matched reality.”

“Wanna go to the library? There is something I want to show you.” “Something? What is it?” Cedric was curious. “As the successor for the next boss, you need to broaden your knowledge. I remember there is one important book that I believe you haven’t read it yet. It is a book about our mafia’s historical achievements. There were also documentaries about our crimes and murders as the proud mafia. I think you should know about it so that you won’t get shocked.” Indeed, Cedric believed that he never read books about his mafia clan’s dark history. Now that he was very curious, he begged Vincent to show him.“Take me there, uncle!”

" On your right side. Turn the lamp on. " Catalina found the switch and pressed it. As soon as she touched it, an alarm went off. The pakhan snatched the gun from her hands and with one hand pushed her on the bed with him. She collided with his naked hard chest and now the gun rested on her cleavage. " Rule number 1 . Never believe a Mafia. " He laughed loudly and footsteps echoed in the corridor. The door opened with several men in there and one of them switched on the lights at last.