Mafia Puppet By Jessica Novels & Stories

She also wanted to make sure she wasnt dropping any hints of false hope. “That's why we need you, Jessica. You provide us with all the correct information we need. But imagine if we were right. You could potentially live and work for a criminal. All this mafia shit is a national security issue, Jes. And if you agree, and we bring it all to light, you'll be a hero. Imagine your career afterwards. You wouldn't even have to work for the June-Times, you'd have job opportunities everywhere,” Fes said, in a bid to entice Jessica, who according to him was just been proud and stubborn. Jessica thought deeply about what Fes had said. He wasn't far from the truth. He would rather not work for a boss l

He was going to pay for being a pussy. I stood up again and called for Jade. Yes. Jade was a part of my mafia which was a good thing. She could seduce the men, distract them, or do whatever with them, to get information and it always eased our attacks. "Let's go." I said as I started walking out of my armory. She rolled her eyes, hissed and followed behind.

As we trudged through the exit, Alessia decided to show up and cause a little trouble. "You disgusting whore, how dare you give out what is mine to another person! You always do things to piss me off."She screamed and I rolled my eyes. She was referring to the mafia which I had handed over to her father. There was no way, and I mean no way on earth, I was going to let her get her hands on the mafia. She was too cunny and pathetic to rule a mafia just like her mother. Sly bitches that wanted nothing but money and fame.

No one else would dare. I had escaped my father but I just basically went from frying pan to fire. Hakan was Scorpion, there was no doubt about it. I was in the arms of the deadliest and most feared mafia boss in the whole country and maybe further than that.

My voice broke, but I didn’t lower the gun. Ella’s smirk didn’t waver. She looked at the gun with mild interest, then back at me. “Cleo? A gun? Over a guy like Miley? How dramatic. Besides, I’m not the one who went and got herself tangled up with a mafia kingpin. You’re no better than any of us.” “Shut up!” I snapped, my hand shaking now, a mix of anger and tears clouding my vision. “You don’t get to talk to me like that. Not after what you and your mother have done. You both forced me into….”

"You made everything about you and tore our family apart." Jenny listened silently. "You created a war with Julius, and then you ran to Mother, filling her head with lies. You killed our mother, Jenny. You killed her." Tears streamed down Jessica's cheeks. "I had to give up my comfortable life and join the mafia because of you, and I lost the one person I depended on all because of your insatiable need to ruin this family!" Jessica was shouting now. "Hernan is dead because of you," she sobbed, not bothering to wipe away the tears.

Killian just looked down at him, waiting for him to say more. "The mafia isn't something you can just walk away from," Lucas continued, his voice getting stronger even though he was hurt. "You think you can take what's ours and leave? You're wrong." Killian's face didn't change, but Bella could see something in his eyes. Lucas saw it too. "You're a sad, violent maniac," Lucas said, his words coming out like poison. "People fear you, Killian. But nobody loves you. Nobody." That hit something in Killian. Bella saw his jaw get tight and his hands make fists. Lucas was getting to him, and Lucas knew it.

Worse than untouchable— they were unstoppable. Italian-American mafia royalty. Ruthless, brilliant, devastatingly efficient killers. And he wanted me to try to assassinate them? Fucking madness. “I can’t do it,” I said, through gritted teeth, trying to sound firm. “That’s suicide, painful suicide.” “Oh, that’s too bad…” my boss cooed. Then gunshots echoed through the phone, followed by a scream. A small, fragile, terrified feminine scream. No! My blood turned to ice.

She held my left arm still, rolled my sleeve up, and began slicing into the skin of my forearm repeatedly. I felt the initial chill of the metal, then a sharp, fiery sting, while blood began to ooze from the cuts, running down my arm and dripping onto the ground. Viola etched three letters into my skin—M, U, and R. She then stood up, tossed the bloodied utility knife away, and dusted off her hands. "You're a murderer, Vittoria. You'll never be rid of your crimes even when you die and end up in hell!"

"No Bella. He isn't. He is my mum's father. Not my dad's father. He was the one that brought my dad into this mafia. He is really dangerous my love. The reason he is coming is because I stopped some of his um let me say orders in the mafia. And now he is coming to pay his dear grandson a visit. Everybody kisses his ass including my father and my step brother, fucking cowards. I hate every single one of them"Raphael spat with fist clenching. I rubbed his wrist as if soothing his agitation and watching him finally relax. "It's fine Raph. Don't get worked up ok. I trust you will handle everything properly" He gave me a smile and patted his thighs for me to come sit on him. I stood up from my