Novel & Cerita Mafia Puppet By Jessica

He replied to her, standing from his seat to lean on his table. “How can a living subject be sold off without her own consent?” She inserted air quotes around the sold off. For a moment, Marie forgot she was standing in front of someone affiliated to the greatest and most dangerous Mafia group in the country. But, what did she have to lose? She was already brought here against her own will, and it doesn’t seem like anyone is going to answer the question as to why she’s here.

Jessica entered the room, finding Collins lounging on a sofa, surrounded by half-empty bottles and the remnants of a wild party. "Hello, Mr. Collins," Jessica purred, sauntering over to him. She offered him a drink, which he accepted eagerly, unaware that she had spiked it. Within minutes, Collins was unconscious. Jessica moved quickly, opening the window to signal Mikhail. He climbed in silently, his presence barely disturbing the curtains. Mikhail looked down at Collins, his expression cold. "Good work, Jessica," he said quietly. "Now, get out of here." Jessica nodded, her hands trembling slightly. She slipped out of the room as Mikhail drew his blade. With a swift, decisive motion, he sli

it grew from bad to worse when I was kidnapped by a mafia leader. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

"She deserves to know who she's living with." I leaned back in my chair. The hypocrisy of it was almost impressive. The man who had sold his niece to clear a gambling debt, now positioning himself as the person concerned with her welfare. Constructing a version of events in which he was the one looking out for her interests. "Robert," I said. "Let me be very clear about something." "Damian—"

Am I going to embrace what is my destiny, or will I remain the person that I know I am the best at…Colton Cruz. Do I really want to be a Mafia Boss that hides behind a bodyguard, that only draws his gun when he is pushed in a corner? Do I truly want to be another version of a Vic Stone? So as I am left here in this godforsaken warehouse to wait for a cleaning crew to come to clean up my mess, I have the world in grasp of my hand. But does it truly have to mean that I cannot sit around the same table as the Mafia Queen? …Trinity POV…

"We do not make friends here Nikita but I'm maud and you will know what to do if truly you are a soldier material like I was told" "Thanks" I shout behind her bit she doesn't turn to look making me wonder if she had heard and ignored or didn't hear at all, Walking around I observe the people I see some packing and others stuffing the products makes me remember back in the days when cocaine which had been abippes in hidden bags of veggies would be shared among us, "New girl pass me the driller" I look towards the table unsure of what "the driller" could be instinctively I pick out one and point it towards her, she receives it staring at me as I cower away from her with the fear of being hit,

"You were the puppet master, pulling the strings, and you reveled in the chaos you created. You enjoyed my pain, you gloried in it." The words were like a physical blow, hitting Zoe hard. She whimpered, tears streaming down her face. "No, Jessica, that's not true. I never wanted to hurt you. Believe me, it was all a terrible mistake. I was manipulated, I didn't know what I was doing."

Jessa, the old witch, closed the door of her eerie home with a resounding thud, causing both Elvie and Jasmine to startle. They exchanged uneasy glances as they took a seat in the dimly lit room. Jessa settled in front of them, her pale, bony fingers drumming on a rickety wooden table. In her unsettling, raspy voice, Jessa inquired, "Why do you seek my help?” Elvie, her determination unwavering, leaned forward and answered, "We need a powerful potion, one that will make our future alpha fall deeply in love with me."

Then back up again—toward my most private area. Once his hands reached there, Luca snapped. “Enough!” His fist slammed against the table. My lips curled into a faint disgusted smile. So he was still pretending he cared? That I still had power over him? I was naïve to ever believe that. Those Mafia Made Men had no hearts. He was now chasing this Bratva princess for the benefits she brought. The girl was stunning. Her golden hair shone like a Barbie doll’s. No one would guess she was here to negotiate a weapons deal.

They picked up the photographs and their eyes filled up with lust. "The product is very beautiful," One of them said. "You are all glad to hear this, this product's mind is just like a five-year-old girl. She is fragile like a glass doll" Jack said. "Well. We are impressed. Any special feature in your product?" One of them asked. "She is a virgin also she is an orphan. I took care of her till then" Jack said and all of them beamed with happiness. "She will be perfect for the mafia leader. But will she able to hand a mafia's merciless act?" One of them asked.