Mafia Puppet By Jessica Novels & Stories

“I am Hekate. My name represents vengeance and hatred. I can exact my revenge on you anytime that I wish to. But Miki doesn’t have that much time left. I swear that I will find you someday, even if it will take me ten years! And when I find you, you’re going to wish that you’re dead by the time that I’m done with you!” Jessica smirked. “Do as you wish,” she said. “I’ve done what I was assigned to do here anyway. Besides, that girl doesn’t have much time left anyway.” She smirked as she removed a green dart from within her jacket, holding it between the index and middle fingers of her right hand. “It is amazing what a simple dart can do, isn’t it?” She chuckled with amusement, turning around

“He is now in the U.S. He is the head of the mafia family in Italy but he is here and he is Vin’s uncle. Vin has called on his mafia connection to assist in his…. business.” “The mafia doesn’t deal with human trafficking.” Ice stated. “Do they?” Shaking my head at her, we made eye contact. “Vin isn’t trafficking girls. Vin has created a potion that turns humans into werewolves. Their human part is gone but they are werewolves. The issues is, the potion needs werewolf blood. The higher the ranking wolf, the stronger the blood.” “He made a werewolf?” Jasper was trying to absorb this information. “Correct.” “You saw this?” Jasper continued. He looked at Alec as if to ask if I was lying or not.

I shrug I honestly don’t don’t know how it happened. One night I had the injection in front of me in my office getting ready to inject myself but the stakes were high. If I died then my mafia would fall but then Amari sweet little Amari was there and willing. She made a sacrifice and I swore I would do anything to keep her alive "So what now she's your puppet" he snarls "No she's way more than that and you know it,” I say putting the gun back into my suit pants

he laughs hysterically “That’s a lie. I will stop you” “What can you possibly do? You are just a powerless fool. Consider this a present from me to you Mason. Next time we meet will be your last” Jessica starts shaking violently, screaming while scratching her throat violently, she falls to the ground kneeling as she keeps vomiting all sorts of insects and blood, her belly split open as worms crawl out of her stomach, she drowns in her own blood I stand frozen and watch her die unable to do anything—another painful reminder between my strength and his. Shortly the Sheriff arrive with the ambulance, the Sheriff and the Paramedics became sick at what unfolds before them. I ask the Sheriff to t

They all come to you with so much sweetness but after a while, when all the butterfly flutters in the belly are gone they begin to act all weird and start doing things to you that you wouldn't expect. I need to keep myself safe from such people. Nate is a mafia boss, he kills people for a living. People's lives don't mean anything to him. He can just attack you anytime, anyway and anywhere. How can I even trust him? How do I know if he just wants to play with me and dump me after that? Nate can't like someone like me. How can a mafia boss who specialises in hurting people be capable of liking someone? I decided to let go and not ponder on the matter anymore.

"Nico, not God." Jessa snorted, rolled her eyes. "Yeah, picked up on that one, thanks. What the hell is going on?" I looked up at Ryker. He was giving me straight-face. Really good, unreadable straight-face. The turd. Shifting back to Jessa, I cleared my throat. "Do you know who the Amatuccis are?" Jessa nodded. "For years they've been touted as the New Trenadie version of the Italian mafia." She rolled her eyes. Smiled.

And now, things are already getting out of hand. She thought of Cassienne. She thought of the promise she had made to her. And then she understood something important. This was already bigger than a promise she made. “It’s not me,” Jessica said quietly. Joseph’s eyes narrowed, daring her to lie to him. “It's not me they're looking for. I swear it, uncle.” She defended. “You are Madox, damnit.” Joseph barked. “Yes, the person they want is NULLWRAITH, they know that I know who she is.” Jessica explained.

My disgust when I realised that the overly religious bastard trying to bring me down, built a church and dutifully attended mass but trafficked the young and helpless when he didn't need to. The Mafia crime ring didn't have to be dishonourable. Him and the others I have taken out were the scum of my world. He was the last of the dishonourable dons in the mafia world. I had picked him right outside the church. Eliminating him and his likes had been my life's work, a work my father started and I was finishing. "Bring me four of his fingers, two from each hand," I order my man, sipping the gin.

"You seem awfully defensive for an innocent man." Martin stepped closer, his expression hardening. "And you're sounding more like a man with nothing than a man with a badge." With that, Martin walked away, leaving James standing alone, watching. Later that evening, Lorenzo sat in his penthouse apartment, swirling a drink in his hand while staring at the TV—which played, but he wasn’t watching. His phone buzzed. An unknown number. He clicked it open. A video. His hands went clammy. It was the scene outside the club, the altercation with Jess. Her scream. The blow. Her limp body. Him scrambling, wiping his fingerprints. It was all there.

‘"Una piccola principessa così bisognosa..’ [Such a needy little Princess.] He said tugging off her shorts and pushing her legs apart, ‘Fanculo Bella, sei così bagnata e pronta per il mio cazzo.’ [Fuck Beauty, you are so wet and ready for my cock.] He pressed the bulbous tip to her entrance and she arched up to meet his hard thrust, ‘Ricci, oh Dio, sì, sì, voglio che tu mi scopi.' [Ricci, oh God, yes, yes, I want you to fuck me.] She begged her body on fire for his touch, ‘Il tuo desiderio è il mio comando, principessa della mafia.’ [Your wish is my command Mafia Princess.]