Mafia's Angel Novels & Stories

His hair was a mess and a little blood perched on his cheek, looking like a scratch wound. "What are you both doing here?" he asked, his voice stiff. he seems not to be in a friendly mode. Mia shifted uncomfortably on her feet. "Uhm... Angelo. You know...i mean the msfia. And eeh...the mafia son who's the boss now, he sent us here. I'm his mother." Granny said. "uhmm... Huh. Come in"He replied . Granny sighed and walked in with Eden and Mai . . . ROME, ITALY

He extended his arm while showing the red mark from her hit. Clara rolled her eyes, "Can you be a little more serious? Something bad is happening, and you're still worried about your reddened arm?" "Come on, the mission is well planned, and I know exactly what to do there. I won't attack Liam and his troops in Canada. In fact, I'm not tasked with attacking ElWagner's headquarters because Rafael has arranged a team from a mafia network led by Mikael Williams." "Who is Mikael Williams?" Clara furrowed her brow upon encountering another unfamiliar name in Lucas's story.

And the fact that my excitement last night completely shattered when my fate was crossed with a mafia boss. "We need to talk." I returned her sigh. We walked towards where mister mafia and I sat. I made sure we sat outside of the coffee shop so if this guy does funny business, a lot of people will witness it. Who knows, a concerned citizen might save me or better yet, a cop. "Angelo." I frowned. So she knew this guy. This criminal. Wow, how ironic. Angelo, huh. He must be a stray angel. Dear, god. I think you forgot to categorize this one.

"I've murdered thousands of people that i can't count and at the end didn't feel even a smidge of guilt inside of me, yes angel!, I am nothing but a blood tasty monster." In the dim light, his eyes watched her relentlessly as he said his words, like a falcon watches a fleeing morsel. In slow accretion, he extended his free hand and wrapped it around her waist. "I dedicated my whole life to the mafia but after some years, i left, maybe i was probably tired of coating my hands and whole body with blood but recently things had turned more worse than i thought" Angelina fingers clenched his shirt tightly like she was scared that he'd disappear into thin air.

The mafia's maid "Fuck!" Jeremy causes out loud when his secretary came to tell him that his drugs has been dismantled by a mobster. "They all know that any mobster who turns against me must have a gruesome death," he said as he roared out loud. Ashley woke up early, as usual, she did her morning ablution and went straight to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, there she saw other maids with which she exchange greetings.

My angel was so concentrated on removing Daniella’s tongue that she still hadn’t sensed my proximity nor that Aurelio had given us space. Daniella’s gargled cries echoed in the basement as the blood oozed down her mouth and chin. I wasn’t sure if I should have been worried when Isa dropped Daniella’s tongue on the bloody floor with a deranged laugh, but something about my angel at that moment had me both hard and terrified of how capable she was at doing this. We have always ensured to keep the women out of mafia-related dealings like these. It was what you’d call, mafia law. But I felt like Isa needed the involvement for closure. She’d taken care of Mattias herself, so why not grant her Dan

Morgan asked. “You don’t need to know my relationship with Marcel. Just mind your own wife, and what just happened was purely accidental. Marcel, let’s go home, and I will never meet this man again.” Angelica took Marcel’s hand and walked straight towards her car. Morgan could not believe it. Angelica, the woman who looked like Alice, turned out to be very close to Marcel—the future mafia king who controlled businesses in several countries and was among the world’s top tycoons.

All the other girls too bowed before him and folded their hands. The handsome devil who was an angel a few days ago stood from his couch and started walking away from Hazel Walker. The highly successful, independent girls were pleading with a mafia boss to save their best friend, Renata Zyanya. Michelangelo was well aware of who she was asking to save, but from what, from whom he had no idea, and he was not interested. The moment he heard about Renata’s betrayal, he hated her from the core of his heart.

The word tore from my throat as I slid down the counter, my legs unable to hold me. I’d butcher men without remorse and paint their blood on the walls as if it was some fucking piece of art. But this...this was different. My soul laid bare, utterly consumed by rage and anguish. My men stayed with me and watched their mafia king break apart, waiting for the explosion. My wrath would awaken the demon inside me, summon hell, and unleash my demons to wreak havoc on Earth to avenge my Angel. “How did they get to her?” My voice was hoarse, the words muffled as I spoke into my hands.

But in reality, they watched silently as everything fell apart around me. I stood up from the floor, lay down on my bed, and took a deep breath. Salvatore is my only hope. I have to make him fall for me again. I did it once, and I can do it again. I need to find out who Romeo and his men sold that woman, Angel, to. I'm sure she's just being used and exploited by whoever that is. The new boy at Narciso's mansion didn't mention anything about the syndicate or whatever loan sharks they owed. All I know is that Angel fell into the hands of people who are ruthless and corrupt.