Mafia Game Narrator Script Novels & Stories

He kept talking but I wasn't listening. "You kill people?" I wasn't even sure that the voice coming out of me was real. I pinched myself. Again and again, hoping all this was a lie and I would be back in the room where my father's idea of good news wasn't ugly and grotesque like this. "You fucking kill people." It seemed I interrupted him. He nodded repeatedly and I managed to catch the few words that spilled out of his mouth. "We are the mafia, Antonio." I think I lost my sense of hearing as well. All I could think of was the constant ringing of repetitive words.

The allies I had only stayed because they benefited more from us than without us. In this mafia game, everyone was out for their own gain. “I understand your frustration—and believe me, I’d like to punch someone too. But I want to tell you something about this,” Nico said, turning the laptop toward himself again and typing frantically. He mumbled, “Something you might not like.” “As if you ever give me good news,” I grumbled. Nico let out a short snicker. “Here,” he said, turning the screen back around. It now showed a wide range of notes. My vision skimmed over the details, but my eyes widened with each word.

asked Kingsley. “Yeah, the monitor stopped recording your heartbeat, and at my station, it showed that your heartbeat is zero, so you died! I had to come running! What is wrong with you?” snapped the nurse. Seeing her old age, both Kingsley and Emerson stopped themselves from chiding her out. “Dear nurse! Do you know who he is?” asked Emerson, condescendingly. “Yeah, yeah, I know. You are some gang members,” said the nurse. “Gan…g! Gang members! We are not some thugs you see running around the town. We come in and own that town. We are the mafia, we are the boss, we Dia Lucrii!” announced Emerson with pride in his eyes; his chest swelled.

I got out of the car, and the nun warrior rushed forward to the Mafia King, who was moving around the hood. But the second she opened her mouth to speak, the index finger of 'wait a sec' shot up and then her boss whipped out his vibrating phone with his other hand. Slapping the phone to his ear, he muttered, “Talk.” I stared at the mafia as he was on the phone. His lips were moving but I couldn't hear a single word. I tried to read his lip movement, but he glimpsed in my direction, caught me staring, and turned the other way.

After learning I was good at gambling games, he became loose tongued. “Before we play, could you answer my few questions?” I asked him "Were you sent to me? Who sent you?" "Chill bro, I'm not involved with any shitty mafia. Just came here to seek info on someone" "Hm...who's this person you seek info on?" "Mia Alexandra Carson" "What do you need with this girl?" He asked me. "I want to confirm a lot. Is she..." Ace interrupted me "One time she ruined my trade on the sea. We were smuggling drugs but she ruined the trade"

He puts the location on the phone and i look at it . Not far ...good . "Guys ?" I ask . "The mafia " he said . Mafia ... I don't know who is involved. We have to get Anna back

"Look, I don't like you raising your voice in front of me! " "I am Marco vilante, ruler of the dark world, leader of the great Mafia of the world! You shouldn't dare raise your voice in front of me, sweet lady. "Marco said in a tone that sounded so frightening. Knowing who the man is before him was instantly intimidating Bella's guts, given the man's power is no joke. To rid the earth of a life like darrel was not difficult for him, nor would she for whom alexa said she was above the law.

Immediately I look back, but I can barely distinguish by the edge of the ajar door that Black, George and the contractor continue to fix the picture. "Yes, of course." I mutter. "Do you have basic math skills?" "Of course." "Tell me how much is twenty-four for two." Are you kidding me? "Forty-eight." I say, completely safe. "That's the message. Adjö (See you again)." Hang. This man has made me more tense than I was. I don't know what kind of mafia Black is into, but this is starting to disgust me a lot. More so, remembering that twenty-four were the millions they were leaking, according to the contract.

TW: Mentions and graphic descriptions of kidnapping, assault, SA, murder, and other violent behaviors/crimes. Graphic content below intended for mature readers only! Read at your own risk. [ S E R A P H I N E ] “Ti stai divertendo, bella?” [You having fun yet, beautiful?] Despite the thick cloth hiding my eyes, I glare at the heavy, calloused hand on my thigh. It's Leandro Tomassini. Enzo's brother. Sitting right beside me. Having too much fun terrorizing me. Taunting me any way he can.

He knew there was a deep meaning in what he said and he wanted nothing more than to find out what really was in those words. "For as long as I can remember, Michael has been a thorn in my flesh. He tortured me and dealt with me for years both physically and mentally and you think I am going to allow him to die the easy way? Just like that?" Connor snapped. Bruno took a step back as if only just realizing who he was talking to. He had underestimated this man sitting before him. He had forgotten that the man sitting before him was a deadly man, a billionaire and a mafia lord who controlled thousands of men and thousands of properties and he knew not to talk to him anyhow he liked because he co