Mafia Game Narrator Script Novels & Stories

The question was raising doubt in his mind for a long time. "I am a physiotherapist with a degree and a part-time event planner. I got the latter from my best friend. She's the one who signed me here." Why but he could sense the uneasiness in her voice even though she didn't stutter. "Are you lying?" He raised his brow. "Why would I? For you?" Rachel laughed. This confident attitude of hers was attractive to the mafia who was in search of warmth. Vincenzo had never met a woman who didn't get intimidated by my presence. Most of them came with ulterior motives which he hated.

The atmosphere in this room seems deadly "How rude of me sorry my name is Luca Morelli the Don of the Sicilian mafia," he says extending his hand and my eyes widen. My blood runs cold. If it wasn't for the sound of the bacon sizzling and the sound of this man's lips spreading into a smile I would think I was dreaming "Cazzo " I whisper shutting my eyes and he chuckles

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.

Nikolas adjusted the collar of his shirt and looked at him firmly. There was no use of further words. The look in his eyes was enough for the jailer to understand if he messes he will lose his life. Mafia doesn't understand any other language except to kill or get killed. Nikolas was the messenger from Hades and he was dealing with the world’s most nonconservative, perilous underworld mogul. The cop immediately blurted out. “Sir, I will take good care of ma'am. She will not get an opportunity to complain.”

"Now you can imagine what I am capable of doing to you, right? You see, my little Love, I could crush your neck right now, and no one would ever know. I could strip you down and fuck you right here on this bed, and absolutely no one would come to save you." His smirk vanished, replaced by an expression of pure, chilling stone. "So, this is my final warning. Do not test my patience. I am already having a very hard time keeping my cool around you, and you are being fucking impossible. The next time you decide to open your smart mouth, think very carefully about the consequences. Alright?" "Y-yes," I choked out, the tears flowing freely now. "Are... are you in the mafia?" the words tumbled out

I yelled in rage, and he stopped. “Do you remember when you came into Italy for the first time as Don? I told you one thing—the mafia is a dirty game where everyone does what they can to survive. I did what I could to survive, and I will do it again and again,” he answered. “She raped me... you daughter-fucking...” I started, and he burst out laughing, looking at me like I was insane. “Rape? Are you listening to yourself? Do you think you’re making any sense?” he asked me, and I glared at him.

We moved forward and after a while, the lights were turned on. " Welcome to the Purple Mafia", a middle-aged Mexican man with lots of tattoos said in a very deep resonating voice. I looked at him as a smirk built up on my face, " Are you ready to make a deal with the devil?", I said to him with a sinister look in my eyes. He smirked back and I knew right there that a powerful coalition had been formed.

"I can't believe he can be good.'' I said under my breath, not wanting him to hear me. " True." He strode forward. "We can't be good when we're Mafia." He picked up the glass and filled it with water. He offered it to me. "Your heart is beating, Mrs Duante Rego." "You scared me." I grabbed it and took a long sip "I apologize." His eyes swiped on my stomach and drifted, they landed on his woman. "You would have a lot to talk about. I'll be back." He strolled out. "What's he planning?" I asked her. She wasn't looking like a scared girl anymore.

I should have left him but I walked over to the balcony and stood next to him ,hands on the railing . “I’m sorry “ I said barely above a whisper. “Don’t be , I’m the one who’s sorry” did almighty mafia bad boy king Cain Adams just apologize to me? “ I’ve been treating you like shit since you got to the Cosa Nostra “ he adds. I nod my head speechlessly , the last thing I expected was an apology from him .

He managed to free his mouth, in all honesty I let him, if i was being serious, he would have broken his neck by now. “I am a journalist, do the maths” This right here was why I always focused on everything else except his talking. He knew how to work my emotions. From the first night in the bar under those bright lights and deafening noise till now. He broke free from our bodily contact but my hands still gripped his wrist tightly. His brown eyes met mine and locked in with it, “I am the mafia,” I said, “do the maths”. Juan was clear with his message, I had twenty minutes to meet with father and I had wasted half of it by now. I went to my room; Alejandro just had to wait for a special invi