Novel & Cerita Mafia Men: Nikolai's Inferno

I gagged as he went deeper. "You've got a small mouth," he whispered. "Imagine choking on my cock. Could you fit it all in?" I swallowed as Nikolai continued to slide his fingers in and out of my mouth, his pace increasing. "Now listen carefully," he began, watching me. "The man you've just met is Don Leo. That bastard's the head of the Italian mafia syndicate. As you can imagine, he's my arch enemy." I couldn't say anything because he still has his hand in my mouth.

Fuck knows how they got the ducking prototype from my lab but they had and they used it to their advantage and got a better team behind them and we're able to sort out the blimps one by fucking one. Now we're here in Russian territory and lucky if we don't get our heads fucking blown off because even if it sounds insane like it does. Warren and Mulvey are on good terms with the fucking Russian mafia dom: Mikhailov. He is one of their drug entrepreneurs. He knows many patrons that will buy drugs from his men including all the strip bars here. We're in so much shit if Mikhailov even catches wind of us being here. He hates the Green brothers with a passion; they are in a love-hate war between t

Dante’s pov I opened the door simply because she forgot her payment. But the moment the door swung open, I walked straight into a scene I didn’t expect. Some man — clearly furious and unhinged — was standing in the hallway, pointing at the woman I had just slept with. His voice was raised, his veins were popping. “So this is what you do the night before our wedding? You sleep with another man?” I blinked once. What kind of nonsense…? The woman — the woman tried to explain but couldn’t, so she whipped around to look at me like I was her salvation.

“You have no idea who the fuck you are talking to right now. I ought to whip you until you bleed for this disobedient and disrespectful outburst.” Her eyes widened and her mouth went dry as it hung open. Not at his threats but rather the vclaim that he made—his words echoing in her mind. The mafia king? As in the leader of the vicious MMM group from Karachi? Never in a million years had Anissa thought that she would be facing the leader of the most powerful mafia in the country. The identity of the leader of the mafia was kept hidden from the public but his malicious and merciless killings and acts were infamous throughout the country. Anissa wasn’t that much of a news person or a socialite

SIN POV. "PL...please, have mercy." What an asshole. If he thought his pitiful plea was going to make me spare his pitiful life, he was so fucking wrong. He had already messed up when he tried stealing money from me and passing information to my enemies. I am the fucking boss of the Italian Mafia. Even when people hear my name, it sends a shiver down their spine. They would piss their fucking pants just by the sound of my name. Nikolai Violenta

Reckless actions do lead to poor outcomes. The sun above my head is now in front of me. Time takes forever to pass by as I take time to process all that went down. Alessandro’s footsteps make me lift my chin. He sits right in front of me, the mud tainting his expensive suit. His unsympathetic mafia boss self was hidden deep under, the man in front of me looked defeated. His gaze didn't meet mine, he spoke with his eyes fixated on the floor.

Barak roared. "Take a seat," Salvatore said, pointing at the chair. Then we both sat down waiting for them to speak. They put away the cigar in an ashtray then Barak leaned forward with his hands on the table while Salvatore leaned backwards. "You know what the binding book says right?" "Yes we do, and we are truly sorry. Please," Luigi said immediately. He sounded pitiful but none of those worked in the mafia. "So you are asking me to wave this off and let you go free for killing a member?" He asked, raising a brow.

Leonardo informed me and a hiss tore off my lips. Killing Milano wouldn’t be as fun as I thought it would, not when the Bratva, our father, wanted us in his mansion in an hour. I hung up and gave the phone back to Alessandro before turning to my right-hand-man, Nikolai. “Finish him off.” I started. “Make it slow and painful. Chop off his fingers and also his dick. He deserved that much pain.” “Yes, Capo.” Nikolai stepped forward, his head hung low.

a deep voice reports The scarred face morphed into a triumped smile, his unequal detention out in full display as he smiled widely. "No mistake will be forgiven this time" The scared face replied and dropped the call. "Finally got you, Computer Doll" George Fredrik, leader of Raiders declared happily. Audrey Nathan is like a world most precious tool for Mafias, she could break into any defense on their internet access and also build a wall that's impossible to crack, so Mafia organisations refers to a precious tool as she could help them get into their rival's computers, dig up their secrets to use against them.

Nevena's gaze fell upon the waterfall, its beauty a harsh reminder of the life she longed to live. Consumed by the weight of her diagnosis, Aleksandar's break-up, and her family's abuse, she plunged into the deep water. Meanwhile that same night, In the Private Suite of Celestial Height Hotel Mexico, Room 665 was dimly lit up and loud moans were emanating from there. 'Fuck!, fuck !!,' Antonio "El Diablo" Hunt 'Blade Knuckles' the underboss of Medina crime family cursed. He could feel cum building up in his balls, as he plunged deeper into the Caribbean whore on his bed.