Mafia Madman Novels & Stories

That same hand that pulled a trigger right in front of me. I placed the photo back down. The bitterness burned through my throat like acid. The phone on the bed vibrated. A message popped up from Luca. ~ LUCA: The church priest’s file you asked for. I'm sending the details now. I unlocked the phone and scrolled through. Name: Father Kieran Hale. Background: An Unknown Orphan Occupation: Parish Priest of St. Philomena Cathedral. Age: 27. Former Occupation: A church worker. I scrolled down to see a picture attached down. He really had changed, his once tough body now looked fragile under my gaze, his faltering fake smile looked clean like he couldn't hurt a fly.

I needed to communicate to Tyler where and when I will be free today, I missed the previous night, he must be mad at me. Still stretching out on the bed, I still could not reach out to my phone. I turned my head to the side and saw a huge painting by the wall. It was a man who I recognized, Mariano the most notorious ruthless mafia leader. Some say he is a tyrant, others say he is a psychopath and a maniac.

But when I turned around, it wasn’t him. It was Murphy. My whole body froze. He walked toward me casually, hands in his pockets, a lazy smirk on his lips. My fists clenched by instinct, though I didn’t know what I could do with them. I was scared, any sane person would be, but I wasn’t going to show it. “You’re one of Bruno’s men, right?” I asked, keeping my voice steady. He tilted his head and gave a half-smile. “Yeah. I run a few of Bruno’s businesses in Colombia.”

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

Only the worn-out curtains and the dirty floor would be left in their small apartment. Earlier that week, she had gone to Mikhail Mazza for help. Although he was known as the Country's most handsome bachelor and conglomerate. He was also known as the Mafia Kingpin. She couldn't let her mother die. The woman had suffered a lot and if she could at least do what he wanted. she'd make that change. But she was not ready to give her virginity to a man-whore. Mikhail Mazza was feared in the whole city. He was the Country's most dangerous and whoring bachelor.

Dominique managed to question him despite the searing pain oozing from every pore of his skin. Dylan tsked, “So many questions. All right this time I wouldn’t disappoint you. But we will go with the second part first, hmm. Now tell me have you heard about ‘The Black’?” Dominique quirked a brow at his absurd question. Nevertheless answered. “Of course, I know. He is the psychopathic Mafia Lord of America, Leader of the Night Stalkers.” He grated out. “Ouch,” Dylan feigned a hurt expression and placed his palm over his heart.

He had gone mad! My screams fell on deaf ears. Marcus simply took the hits, getting bloodied by the minute, not fighting back. "This won't solve anything. You're only hurting him!" Luciano ignored me, continuing his assault until Marcus was nothing more than a heap of crumpled mess on the ground. Luciano stopped then, breathing heavily, staring at me through narrowed slits. I had forgotten who the madman before me truly was. I had forgotten I was dealing with a mafia bastard who felt he was entitled to everything.

He was sitting on the couch, as if waiting for her to wake up. Eva recalls last night how this man brutally murdered a man, and hatred has filled her heart. Eva looks into his eyes. “So it was true that you are associated with the mafia; then why didn't you agree when I asked the question?” Rafael laughs “You asked the wrong question, baby girl.” Rafael gets up and walks slowly towards her, and Eva tries hard to free herself. “No need to lie. I saw your cruelty last night.” “When did I say that I am not related to the mafia, but I am not only related to the mafia, but I am a MAFIA KING myself, baby girl?”

he asked “The one by the mall, the one in the north where that parking lot is facing…” “That is my best spot, Andres… you cannot do this” Manuel whined “And the east side that is free from the cops. You should be grateful that I am allowing you keep your life, you will bounce back and make sure I never have to take up arms against your family, is that understood?” “You have a deal” Manuel said, sighing. The once strong mafia lord, felled by his own children; thankfully I never did love kids so I wasn’t going to worry about having any with Catherina because I wanted none.

I bit my lips as I heaved a sigh, "The name on the file is Jaylen Noire Adryan, I am sure you are aware of that." "Yes, I am very well aware," Alexis put off her massage chair. How would anybody decide to just wake up and kill Jaylen, it's like signing a death contract and I didn't sign one. "And you want me to kill him? That man Is well protected, I am also sure you are well aware of that," I tried my best to be calm because I'm around Alexis. The person they wanted me to eliminate is one of the youngest, most successful and notorious mafia lords, Jaylen Noire Adryan. He is the king of the underground world and he is the kind of person someone like me would never want to cross paths with.