Mafia Puppet Jessica M Novels & Stories

His thick voice cut through her haze. She sucked in a sharp breath and yielded herself to give him a half-hearted nod, glancing from the IV pole hanging the IV bag connected to her wrist and back at Alaric. “Come on, Louisa” He gave her an urging glare that sent a shudder rattling down her spine as she threw her eyes away. God, this was for Nina who didn't deserve to die unjustly. Vivienne and Emilia wouldn't go Scot-free. Damn, whatever the mafia council had believed, once she could get access to Nina’s father then Vivienne would have it coming bad.

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!"

“You should have done your research beforehand. Perhaps you won’t fail stealing from another mafia.” He grunted. “Who are you?” She finally withdrew her gun and squatted down to his level. The confidence of this woman was beyond me. “Allow me to introduce myself. La regina. The queen of the mafia.” His chuckle was taunting yet with desperation. “There is no queen in the mafia.”

Luca. I answer immediately. "Luca," I say. "Tell me you have good news." “Capo,” Luca begins with excitement in his voice, “you won’t believe it.” I sigh, I am impatient. “Spill it, Luca. I’m not in the mood for dramatics.” He clears his throat. “Remember Jessica? The lady who pimped some of those girls to us—including the senator’s daughter?” “Yeah, I remember her,” I reply, sitting up straighter. “Hope she didn’t get a chance to flee the country with her daughter. Because it’s her fault we got in this mess.”

The elderly, whom she remembers the name to be Jessica seems trustable but can she trust her? " I w-want to leave please-" Lailah whimpered, her voice raspy from all the crying and her eyes red from tears and wiping it away . Jessica knew what happened to her in this room. Shock would be an understatement for her when she saw the mess of the room and the blood on the bed sheet. She didn't expect Caesar would do such rusthless action on this poor soul. Yeah she knows Caesar works in Mafia. She has been working in the Romanova Family since he wasn't even born for fuck's sake and she brought up Caesar all her life!

And second—always follow the first rule. Rhys knew the day he stepped foot in this mafia world that this was not going to be easy, and he was not the boy to do easy things. He preferred challenges, thrilling and dangerous ones. And his trust in himself brought him near the pillars of success, as most feared man in underworld and worldwide. He had both the looks and money to buy anything, with just a flick of his fingers. Women, cars, houses, buildings, he could even buy those two lost shipments once again only working a minute. But love….

My handsome features could get any girl wet and begging for my dick. Jessica was an exception. Her readiness to love me wholeheartedly without getting anything in return. She went against her uncle and followed her heart but her heart failed her. I disgraced her love. I played her for a fool and stabbed her where it hurts most. Fucking her best friend. Belle never liked Jessica. She never stop a day to demonise her bestie. She was planted by her father, my mafia godfather in the business to work as an information carrier. I'm not a saint but I know how it feels to find two people you thought had your back turn in the end to betray you. I shattered and broke her once again. She was barely han

There'd been no trace of him till date. “I’ll deal with that in due time.” Jericho gritted his teeth. “For now, I’ve to find the link between Jessica Gera and Lucita Gera. Let’s just say I’m taking things slow and smart. I do not want to get into any more trouble with my wife.” And there we go again. Urg! I groaned, forcing myself not to roll my eyes. “She would understand, I mean it’s obvious you have gotten over Lucita. This is serious. Leia is a mafia too.”

We’re engaged. Zen looked at the Controlled Berserker, who was ranked #75. Engaged? Sure enough, the couple held hands even when sitting together. They weren’t just engaged, they were probably in love. As for their circumstances, Zen thought it would be a shame for them to choose the first route of killing everyone until there was only one survivor. No wonder they decided to ally themselves with Guild Survivors to try for the second ending. Jessica introduced herself soon after. “I’m Jessica, ranked #76. My mafia name is “Scorpion”, and I’m a master of poison.”

I bent down with the other dancers to take cover. "Give me all the money, bitches! Pack it in the bags and hand it over!" Jessica yelled as she stood at the entrance of the club house, accompanied by five other armed dancers. Jessica had just been released from the small jail that Madam Mercedes had put her in, and now she was leading a coup. "Everyone, get down and put the money in this bag!" Jessica ordered, tossing a bean bag onto the stage. "Put the money in the bag!" she yelled again, firing shots in the air, causing me and the other dancers to shake with fear. I grabbed the bag, my hands trembling, and hurriedly started packing the money from the floor of the stage into it.