Mafia Madman Mga Nobela at Kwento

"pl-e-ase... I moaned out loud. I am begging the devil for his touch proving that I am his SLUT. His gun made contact with my harden nipples and all I knew at that moment was I was looking forward to be his SLUT (end of mature content) I was really a SLUT because the devil just left the room without touching me. I wasn't expecting that at all because to him I am a slut and I should be used for his sexual escapades, he just left without a word which made me know he is bipolar man. I mean he switchs within minutes, this minutes he is sort of cool the next he is something you can't explain. Yes, he is a mafia leader and his moves shouldn't be known, I feel he and his dad have something like a s

"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

Just like always Eliot, my assistant was present by my side. Francesco Russo, the biggest mafia leader in Milan, head of the Vipers, and my current business partner, stood at the far end of the giant hall, dressed like he was heading to an opera instead of dealing with illegal guns and diamonds. He looked tall, sharp, and smiling like a man who either just made a billion dollars or killed someone. Well, it could be both. “Raven!” he greeted, and walking over to me with arms open like we were long lost brothers. We weren’t. But business is business, so pretending was what kept it going.

"....... Owning powers over his family's companies and numerous power plants wasn't enough. He wanted more and everything he could lay his hands on. He's rumored to be known as the second coming of the devil himself because of his cruel ways of dealing with people below him...... " " Ah, Maddy? " I called, hoping to catch her attention this time. The last thing I wanted was actually spending the rest of my two hours of shift listening to her lame mafia story. Maddy's eyes crosses mine, a sheepish grin crossing her lips this time before she slowly shifted on the bar stool she sat on across the bar table from me. " You know I'm not buying your mafia story anymore , Maddy, especially not tonigh

◇NO POV◇ a man in dark room sitting alone with his cigar his face looking ferocious he throwed all the items and shouted "you people are waste you made me to run away from those bastards" the man who was screaming is none other than Raghu he is fuming with anger as the situation came for him to escape from his enemies according to him he is a great mafia lord but when Aurthur took the mafia throne from his dad he started occupying one by one groups and became a powerful mafia king

"....... Owning powers over his family's companies and numerous power plants wasn't enough. He wanted more and everything he could lay his hands on. He's rumored to be known as the second coming of the devil himself because of his cruel ways of dealing with people below him...... " " Ah, Maddy? " I called, hoping to catch her attention this time. The last thing I wanted was actually spending the rest of my two hours of shift listening to her lame mafia story. Maddy's eyes crosses mine, a sheepish grin crossing her lips this time before she slowly shifted on the bar stool she sat on across the bar table from me. " You know I'm not buying your mafia story anymore , Maddy, especially not tonigh

It's somewhat unusual for a mafia 'girlfriend' to attend a business meeting, but most of Manuel's colleagues have gotten used to seeing me at these meetings. Manuel Ramirez is top of the food chain; he commands unlimited respect and is allowed to bring whomever he wants to a business meeting. He's one of the most dangerous men in the world. Wealthy beyond belief, his money is acquired through drugs and human trafficking. But he's also an arms dealer and a smart investor. He takes me everywhere and his men have gotten used to talking in front of me. None know of our arrangement. It's a good one. I keep him safe and he pays me well.

It seems that I couldn't get her out of my mind at all. "I will find you Miss unknown." I mumbled but the next second I was distracted by call. It's time to focus on my work. ___ I put back the lingerie in my pocket and stormed out of my suite. Black roll Royce cars were lined up outside with men in black, waiting for me. Their Boss , Caspar Mcadam, the money laundering Mafia King. The god of the American underworld. I'm the symbol of danger, blood and death...no human being in their sanity would like to cross their paths with me... I'm ruthless man with no mercy feelings.

She lay and held her teddy bear closely. "Who is that man?" She mumbled. Brown scratched his hair. "He is a Mafia." "Mafia?" "Yeah. His name is Leonardo Cappuccino." "Wow. I have never seen one before. I only read about them in stories, are they exactly the way stories portray them to be?" Brown stared at her, "You mean like the way a bad boy that belongs to the Mafia falls in love with an innocent girl and then destroys the whole world for her sake?" He smirked and Ashley laughed.

“They hired a Russian mobster who played me horrible. I managed to turn the situation around and not get so hurt, but this one is capable of anything. It's a real animal. Jesus, Jesus, Jesus. “Do you understand why I really need someone to trust, Mina?” He asks me in his broken voice. “I feel like everyone wants to hurt me. I've done horrible things in my life, but this last time I've tried to fix it by getting all this shit out of me, trying to cut ties with these people, but they're the worst scum that can exist in the world.” “Black... That Russian mobster who played you is…” “Yes, Mina. He's Mikael Sydow's own son of a bitch.”