Mafia In The Morning Itzy Novels & Stories

Her screams continued now mixed with sobbing until eventually dying down as she fainted again, this time over the dead body * Upstairs in the King's Club, the women had come in for the night. The day in Miami had turned into a sweet, summery night. The hot ladies were coming in to have a good time, as were my fellow mobsters. "Oy, Josh!" Ken Ferrari looked towards me, shaking my hand in congratulations. "I heard you and Mario pulled off a huge job for Giovanni Diaz today. My congratulations go out to you, mate!" "Wasn't much of a hard job." I shrugged, drinking a martini at the table with Mario. "Wait, did you and the Colonel take care of the Haitians like the boss asked you to?"

"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

said the male figure, smiling. "Yes." Jonathan took a sip of his drink. "Do you believe we should send Taylor to Zayden right now? Sending Taylor to Zayden could potentially trigger Olivia's emotional state, leading to a disastrous outcome. Explode the whole thing." Jonathan laughed right there. "I didn't know there were people as cruel as you," said the man with piercing blue eyes. Jakson Allesandro, a handsome man from Italy, was the leader of a mafia syndicate group in his homeland. His family's involvement in the field led him to invent the chip and several poisons. Jakson and Jonathan are cousins, just like Sanders and Wiratama.

As he stretched out on the soft couch, he breathed out deeply and sent a cloud of fragrant smoke into the air. Logan Castillejo is a well-known member of the Foedus Corp, which is a well-known mafia group. Taking people's lives is a job that he does with ease and grace. Logan was born into a wealthy and politically influential family, so he grew up with a lot of money and comfort. He quickly and easily gets what he wants. Logan always gets what he wants, no questions asked. The way he lives his life is based on this philosophy. He is an only child, so everything comes to him easily and he lives a very comfortable life.

I guess it didn’t matter how his dreams came true, but now he was the most powerful man in the city and could shape this world to be whatever he imagined it to be. “ Speaking of the South side, there’s a war brewing,” the man’s voice almost sounds like he’s singing in. Sirius serves into the right lane with an annoyed look in his eye. “ There is always a war brewing. What’s new?” “ One of the daughters from the arrival mafia was kidnapped,” my breath hitches, and Sirius sucks his teeth as if a young girl is kidnapped every day and this is not news to him. “ Which daughter?” “The Russians took the youngest Daniela of the Italian mob.”

“Got it in one. I’ll do it for free. Vengeance for my girl. I’m Izzy Bartone.” “Kimia Graycort. This is my boyfriend, Nate Mactire, and the one wandering around is my brother Kamron.” “Cool. When did you want to attack the bastard?” Izzy asked. Kimi grinned. “When are you free?” Izzy checked her computer for her appointments. “I don’t have anyone coming in until five today. I could go with you now, if you like?” “Would that be okay?” Kimi asked. Izzy grinned. “Sure. I just have to let Mellie know. She and Jack can handle any walkins.”

He said while I make crying face. "But why are you ruining my Sunday.. please leave me and let me go.. I can't do all this and I can't pick this heavy equipments.. please..." I said making a very innocent cute face. Anyone can gets melts seeing my face but here we are talking about mafia king "The Steve Ellison", he can melt seeing his princess but he can't take risk with my health so he simply says me to start workout now without wasting more time. I makes face and starts doing workout. Amy's pov end's.

Matteo Rizzo Matteo is the new leader of the Italian mafia in New York at the age of thirty. His parents were killed in a plane crash when he was only eighteen, making him the sole heir to the throne. Matteo had to take care of his younger sister with the help of his father’s best friend that soon became like a father to him. Matteo was trained since a young age in weapons and martial arts, and he has an endurance for fighting that is envied by a lot of people. Matteo is extremely successful, hard-working and he takes no shit from anyone. Most feared him, and whenever someone crosses his path, they don’t live to tell the tale. He leads the mafia with confidence and perseverance. Matteo is ob

Working for a Mafia (Revenge was her DNA until she met him) By Nwabueze Ify Preçious Authoress Prechy Episode Seven Mitchell's POV I shuddered as I opened the door Lo and behold it was Miranda The girl I was looking for a while ago She was holding a small bag and her hair was tied "Where have you been or rather where did you go to this early"I asked "Can I have a glass of water first and can I get in first"she said in a pleading tone

He opened it and his face slightly tensed. He opened the chat group where all the weirdos gathered. Since the group was created, they had a designated time for chatting every week! When Henry logged in, they were discussing the recent power struggle in the Italian Mafia. Love My Mommy The Most: Victor, are you sure you've investigated it thoroughly? Monster: Absolutely sure. Saxon and Old Mr. Alston are birds of a feather. This time, they conspired together to trap Marcus. Did you receive the news? He has taken control of the entire Italian Mafia.