Mafia Fell Sans Novels & Stories

"You don’t make the choices; I do, and whenever it is fine for me, I will make you pay. But listen up, Macerio Johnson, no matter how much you run, you can’t hide from me. I will tear the entire earth up just to find you, and this I am serious about." We're clear about that?" Nathan’s face grudgingly let go of him; he threw the knife toward his pills and turned his back. "Do you think you’ve won, just like that?" He looked fumingly at Nathan while his teeth gnashed angrily against themselves. His hands violently on his chest, he hung his head below and continued. "In the Mafia world, there is no damn winner!" He completed his statement as his vision blurred immediately and, more so, his hear

she said evenly. That earned her a low, amused chuckle. “You’re not what I expected from a maid.” “And you’re not what I expected from a mafia boss.” He stepped closer, slow and deliberate, until there were only a few inches between them. The faint scent of whiskey and smoke curled around her. His voice dropped. “You say ‘mafia’ like it’s a bad word.” “I say it like it’s a dangerous one.” For a moment, the air between them was charged, his gaze dipping briefly to her mouth before meeting her eyes again. Then, just as quickly, he stepped back, the moment broken.

When I settled in the car with Ivan, we grinned at each other. "Should have aimed for his head," Ivan said. I smirked. "I think the cane will suit him better than a missing ear." We laughed, freely for the first time in a long time. Mia I was sitting in mom's hospital room, the TV providing a dull background hum as I flipped through channels, trying to escape the weight of boredom and everything that had happened. Then a headline flashed across the screen, pulling me back to reality: Breaking News: Major Mafia Collapse—Volka Bratva Taken Down

"Don't come anywhere close to me" Ava took a step backward sobbing, she thought he was going to turn his back and leave, but her hope shattered when he took another step towards her. Ava had seen his profile and she had decided not to have anything to do with him. Don Drexel Mason popularly known as the snitch killer or the grim reaper, is the most dreaded Mafia Assassin in the underworld, not just in that country he was known all over the underworld in the whole continents.

Maeve Ford after graduating high school decides to leave Cario, Egypt for the united states of America in search of her brother who had gone missing for years, to find some clues which could lead her to her brother, she steals a book sorted out by every illegal syndicate, powerful Clans, and even the Mafia, this makes her become a target, and amidst everything she gets caught up in a misunderstanding, entangled with a cold-hearted Ceo, and with the increasing need to find her brother she goes into a contract marriage with the enemy

"We are in trouble." Amanda fell over thirty feet, screaming and scrambling up some rocks as she did. At first, Luca Montero, who was idly sitting on a rock, heard her call, and before he could turn to check what was happening, he heard a thud, and he felt a mixture of water and blood sprout on him. Amanda, on the other hand, before the light gave way, saw on Luca's face the horrified look of someone who had just witnessed a person falling to their death. At least death would be more merciful than Senna, otherwise known by his mafia name, Ghost.

Third Person Pov: Thomas Allen is one of the most ruthless leaders in the mafia gang Hayden Wren heads. Its known as 'Python'. Recently, there's been a fued between the two, hence; Thomas moved to Dubai. The members of the gang thought things would dissolve over time... but it didn't. Communication seized between the two for the past two years. Now, Thomas is back to set things right.

Seven? “Thank you,” she replied, flashing me a weak smile. “It’s a tough business, the mafia.” I wanted to know more, but I didn’t want to push. “I’m sure it is.” I’d heard horror stories about the mafia. Shootings and stabbings seemed to be common place. The mafia was notorious for hitmen, werewolves willing to kill a target for money. And I assumed the Santonio family, as one of the biggest mafia around, had a TON of hit men.

“No one is, apart from those gathered here, is.” “You’d be an idiot to think that this won’t spill onto our families if we don’t figure shit out soon,” Nico said flatly. “Nico is right, Leo,” Xavier agreed. “We all need to be well…prepared.” Leo looked sick, his face hard, eyes dark with rage. “So, what is it?” I asked. “The ‘89 Collapse?” Nico exhaled deeply, his eyes turning darker as he stared at the stupid symbol. “It was the darkest times the Italian mafia has ever seen…” he whispered. “And if it’s set to be repeated…then we are fucked.” Nico was scared. It was written all over his face. And if Nicholas Baldocchi was scared, that meant…