Mafia Game Narrator Script Novels & Stories

He dared to enjoy himself after disrespecting my property! Gaith quickly turned due to the explosive sound from the door and almost stumbled. "No... no." He took a few steps back and nearly tripped over his settee. "Do you know who I am?" I smirked at him when I noticed the fear in his large eyes. "N-n-n-no." "Well, I guess this isn't your lucky day." I took a few steps closer and bent down toward him on the floor. "I am the mafia. I am the capo of Chicago. Do you get that now?"

He replied me sharply. “Okay. So explain why we’re in total darkness Mr. Doctor.” I challenged him. “Its because…..” Before the doctor finished completing his statement the voice sounded so loud in the speaker one more time and this time it was audible and passing a message. “Attention everyone! This is the number one mafias in the city and we’re here to perform our duties. All we need is your cooperation so that no life will be lost.” The voice spoke with a deep baritone voice that echoed all around the corridor.

She’s clapping excitedly. “She can be moulded. Welcome to the Alejandro’s. As for what you saw earlier, we have stayed long in this game by establishing dominance. It’s not going to be easy for you at all. But you will get the hang of things. That.” Nikolai’s father stops talking to make sure I’m digesting the knowledge. “Is how the mafia world operates. The floor is stained with blood of past heroes. Blood of weaklings, blood of opposing parties, thieves and rubbers, bosses and like my son, the Lord of the Underworld.” Something flashes in his eyes.

“This wasn’t part of it…” He crouched beside her, his face inches from hers, his lips curled into a wicked smirk. “Oh, it was exactly part of it. You just didn’t read it…..poor little naive Seraphina,” he said mockingly. “This was my game from the beginning; my setup….my rules.” He stood tall and proud. “I’m Vincenzo De Luca, the Mafia Lord of Manhattan; I don’t lose, I don’t beg. Let me bust your bubble…. I take whatever I want…. And in my games I always win.”

Bianca’s POV “What is going on?” I asked, my voice shaky as my lace slipped halfway down my arm. My hands were trembling too much to fix it. Dante sat up from the bed and slammed his fist against the wall. His jaw tightened as his eyes darted toward the ceiling, like he could already hear the chaos above us. “It’s mafia war,” he said finally. “But they call it a game.” I blinked at him. “A game?” My voice cracked. “There are gunshots outside, Dante! What kind of game is that?”

(NFTMB) Chapter 91 Alessandro (Green Eyed Monster) Horror. Absolute shock. What is happening to me? Why does everyone get away with deceiving me? I feel useless and as dumb as a bitch. Can I ever get anything right? Why do I always get used by people? I'm a dumb mafia boss. A very dumb mafia boss. Possibly the worst mafia boss in history. With each wave of hatred and self torture, I downed yet another glass of whisky down with great force.

I wondered how the great mafia lord ended up this badly injured. “You asked to see me?” his voice cut through my thoughts. “Yes, hmm,” I stammered. I was short of words now that I saw him. I had only driven my way to see him without any preparatory speech. Would I just start telling him my sad story of how my sister and I were separated, how I found her some minutes ago, and how I lost her again? “Since you don’t have anything to say, you should leave,” he said, his voice extremely intimidating. He had switched to his typical mafia mode. If I wasn’t a mafia, I would have run to a corner and started shaking like a scared cat.

She says something, laughing awkwardly and he leans in for an attempt to kiss her again. Again? Man, you have to be desperate. Take the goddamn hint. She hesitates, but kisses him back. A very short, fast one that doesn't even count as a fucking kiss. "Boss?" I hear someone by the door. "Hm?" I hum along, my eyes still fixed on how that guy is staring at her tits, not having enough decency to even pretend so. She deserves better. When the person doesn't reply, I turn my head and see Donovan, a member of my mafia. "The shipments, boss." He takes a moment to see if he has my complete attention before continuing, making me realize it's some type of bad

“Listen to me: if you ever see that man again, avoid him at all costs. He’s part of the Mafia. He’s involved in all sorts of illegal activities. He’s dangerous, Charity—a monster! You’re lucky you didn’t provoke him.” “Mafia?” Charity repeated, stunned. “Yes! He frequents nightclubs, but I didn’t expect to see him here. Just stay out of his way if you ever see him again,” Milet warned, pulling her toward the exit. Charity winced. “But I didn’t even get a clear look at his face. My vision was blurry!” “It doesn’t matter! Let’s go—I’ll take you home,” Milet insisted, hurrying her to the waiting area.