Mafia Game Narrator Script Novels & Stories

My tears streamed faster as I realized I was in the same car with killers, I visibly gulped my tears running like an open tap, I kept clutching the frame hard while staring at my house get smaller and smaller till we were out of my street into another. "Grip it harder and it will break" the Mafia King finally spoke up, I don't glance at him or acknowledge the fact he had spoken to me I just kept staring out the window, my face filled with dried salty tears. "I have a few rules I would like for you to know before we get to Italy"...

Only every time they found her they tickled her madly making her scream with laughter while her Papa looked on smiling fondly and she heard his voice gentle with love, ‘Keep going guys hopefully you will tire her out for bedtime’ ‘I remember you’ Alcina blinked as two fat tears ran down her cheeks, ‘Oh bella per favore non piangere, non è affatto quello che volevamo.’ [Oh beautiful please do not cry, that is not what we wanted at all.] Tony whispered hugging her tightly while Luciano patted her shoulder, ‘What did you come all this way to find us for?’ He asked now and she dashed away the tears and stood back holding her head high she told them, ‘Stiamo per iniziare una guerra di mafia’ [We

“Something about not harming the innocent-“ Tommy barks out a laugh. “Well they’re not innocent if they’re shooting coke into their veins now are they?" he straightened "Here’s some information for you. We have tons of legit businesses across New York and outside the states that rake in millions and help clean the dirty stash” he gives me a pointed look and somehow I felt like I’ve disappointed him. “We are the mafia, Lola, no one here is innocent, not Niko, not me, not even you, because you’re married to a capo, the Capo dei Capi, he is number one”

“Tell me about my grandfather.” “Chiara,” Dante said, the warning in his voice was clear, yet Chiara refused to back down. “If you’re not going to tell me that, tell me why I’m dangerous to you.” “Chiara, just drop it.” Though the warning was more prominent, Chiara still refused to back down. “If you aren’t going to answer them,” She paused, watching him closely for a reaction. When she saw none, she continued speaking. “What do you do for a living? It has to be something illegal if you could access guns and even shoot Nico without flinch—“

# *The Mafia and His Stepsister* ### Bonus Epilogue: A Different Kind of Forever The morning sun spilled across the marble floors of the villa, turning everything gold. Aria stretched beneath the silk sheets, the warm sea breeze teasing her hair. She blinked sleepily and turned her head — and there he was. Luciano. Already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless and rumpled, reading the morning paper like he didn’t rule an empire of blood and power.

After that, I took a seat. “Good day, gentlemen. I am here with the esteemed Dante Guerra of the red mafia, the acting king of all clans under the four clans. He will brief us on dormant drug sales and how to improve things. The group is lagging behind, and it appears that rats are everywhere, looting our drugs and money.” He said, and I stood up to talk. At that point, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I ignored it and cleared my throat. “Good day, gentlemen,” I said, before my phone vibrated again, causing me to pause.

“I caught a glimpse of that intense conversation you had with Cade in the service hall during intermission. Is... is that what has you so shaken up tonight?” I let out a long, ragged sigh, staring at the moonlit water. “Yes and no,” I answer quietly, my throat tightening. I want to tell him about the blood. I want to tell him about the knife and the shadow of Scarfo, but the mafia code of silence is a physical noose around my neck. I don't know who I’m allowed to trust anymore.

“Didn’t I told you to stay away from him?” ……….. “DID I NOT ELLA?” ……Ahhhhhhhhh yes dad. “Then why the f*ck did you go with him!” it wasn’t a question. He knows everything. But how? I didn’t even tell them anything yet. “I think you are forgetting something little miss; I was the American mafia leader before that kid.” I was blank. How can I forget I’m dealing with mafia men? Urghhhhhhhhhh my life! “I asked you something! Why the f*ck did you go with him. When I clearly told you not to?”

Growing up, my life wasn’t a fairytale despite what it may have looked like, my parents were wealthy and I needed or wanted nothing but their attention, their love, and their gentleness unfortunately though those words were not in my parents vocabulary instead they used violence and had both me and my brother growing up around petty thieves and criminals which is why when I decided to leave my childhood home I promised myself that i would never get involved with anything like that ever again. “Cole Jones?” I suddenly ask in a low whisper as my eyes continue to look down at him, his smirk still present on his lips but his eyes were following my co-worker who apparently ran out without sputter

I needed this alliance to not only strengthen my mafia but to protect my men to the best that I can. There has been a mafia gang with a faceless Don that has been interfering with my shipments. Like yesterday I had an urgent call telling me someone had stolen the shipment of weapons i was expecting yesterday. I had to leave the house and urgently see to it, tracking down the invader. We were able to detect he was from the Viper's, the mafia that had a faceless Don. It is crazy how nobody has seen this person before and he settles to wrecking havoc anonymously. I was not able to take Olivia to the part of the house she would be using as her office and infirmary because of the emergency last n