Mafia Fell Sans Novels & Stories

But today, silence carried a heavier weight—an eerie stillness that even the wind outside seemed to respect. Mafia Don Alessandro Gonzales the patriarch feared across continents lay on his sickbed, frailer than anyone had ever seen him. The man who once crushed rebellion with a single word now struggled to lift his gaze to the gilded ceiling of his room. His skin was ashen, clinging to his bones, and his breath came out in labored rasps. The dark circles under his eyes were like shadows of the wars he’d fought of the secrets he’d buried. The door creaked open.

She looked at the maid with a kind weak smile . “You can call me Setenta, Madam." Setenta replied, causing Ana Sophia to scrunch her brows. “Sententa, the number 70?” Ana Sophia asked, and Sententa, seeing the look in Sophia’s face, avoided her gaze. Reading Sententa’s body language, Sophia immediately kept quiet; she immediately remembered that most Mafia families are involved in human trafficking. They don't hire servants; they buy slaves and give them names according to the number of servants they have. A normal person that grew up in the mafia would not be surprised by this.

asked Michelangelo. “Mafia doesn’t exist, you fool! We know SMS exist, but they are not mafia, they are just corrupt organization that rig elections and does corrupt things. Mafia is stuff for books and movies,” laughed Renata. “It means you didn’t see today’s news,” said Michelangelo. “Today’s news?” asked Ambrosia. “Yoshiro killed two of his people and now the boss of SMS is under investigation. The world I belong to is not a good world. People get hurt there and I am sorry you guys were dragged into it,” said Michelangelo.

I resume my wandering, letting my words hang in the air like toxic smoke. “But you know what? I'm going to tell you something. » I stop by the window, looking out at the dark street outside. My reflection in the window gives me the image of a different man. Softer. Almost vulnerable. “Over the last few weeks…” I pause, savoring the drama. " I fell in love. » A stunned silence greets my declaration. I turn around, a strange smile on my lips. “Yes, you heard correctly. I, Santino, the big bad godfather of the mafia, fell in love. »

My father spoke out as he wiped a tear from his eyes from laughing so hard. “What is it?” I asked shortly. The familiar pain in my heart was returning, and I needed to see if Allegra’s letter came today. “As you know, the Italian and American Mafias have never been so successful, profitable, and organized.” Xavier spoke out as he leaned back in his chair. I walked back over to the bottle of whiskey and poured myself another glass.

'Master said I should bring you some food " she said as she dropped the food on the bed . she turned to leave but I stopped her . "please help me " I said but she refused to say a word . "please I need to get home " I begged her , tears filling my eyes. "sorry i can't help you , because nobody can leave the mafia once you are in "she said and left before I could say anything I couldn't believe my ears , the mafia ? I am screwed , how the hell did I get myself into this mess ? I thought as tears streamed down freely down my face.

“As I’ve said you are bound to get married. A Vazquez-Williams is a must. But before we proceed to the matrimony, Caleb has something to tell you.” Charles' father drank first before speaking, “Since you’re both at the right age, you should know about our family history.” As if on cue, heavily armed men entered the dining area. “The Vazquez and Williams are descendants of the previous mafia—” “Hold it right there.” Charles, on the other hand, dared to answer for his father. “Mafia? Dad, we’re descendants of criminals?”

This was the largest Cartel ever, well at least in North America that was… I rose to the surface and cried out when I felt a bullet graze the side of my arm. “Fuck!” I screamed, just as somebody grabbed me and pulled me on board one of our boats. I heard choppers flying overhead and the yacht took off out of sight. But the damage was already done, we had failed our mission and now they would know we were coming for them. JAMESON POV: “The fucking cia happened!” I shouted at Ronald. “Don’t worry boss, the men will get away!” Ronald says reassuringly.

And then, as she saw the happiness on Bianca’s lovely face, she said in a shocked whisper, “ Bo..both of them?’ Asked the astonished Serena. * From a corner of the room, the person who had glided out, unnoticed, was observing Bianca. The Mafia men, who had brought down the human trafficking empire that had been running so smoothly in this little part of the USA, would not go unpunished, thought the person, sipping from the drink in hand. The mysterious person’s gaze shifted to the other side of the room, where the great Delano clan was scattered, laughing and joking. The white-haired lion, Lucien Delano, had been the one to give the green signal to bring down the network. He would pay. But i