Mafia's Blind Angel Novels & Stories

Angelo peeked behind Lorenzo, "-your girl." Lorenzo grabbed his face and made him look at his cold blue eyes. "What do you want? What's this situation?" He hissed. "James lost 200 kilos of cocaine." Angelo said, his eyes catching a glimpse of Bonnie again. "Who the fuck is James?" Lorenzo asked. Angelo turned his eyes to him. "The new kid, sir." Lorenzo rolled his eyes. "Alright, I'll be right down. Get everything ready. Now stop trying to look at my woman. She's fucking mine." Lorenzo growled and pushed Angelo out the room.

He wanted to kiss his woman again. But he had nothing. Desperate to find his woman again, the big devil knew he needed help. Help of the deadliest and most dangerous mafia group to find his wife. The dead Angels. He had once been the leader of the group. But he wasn't sure if they wanted a blind, cold, and a useless leader again but he didn't care! He was willing to throw his pride away, go down on his knees and beg them to find his wife even if it was the last thing he did.

“What the hell is a Vengas? Why did you bring me all the way down here? If this is a trap, I’m absolutely not playing your ridiculous game.” I laughed, stepping closer, my voice dropping to a low, cold warning. “You are so incredibly clueless about yourself,” I said, my tone mocking his ignorance. “You think you know exactly who you are, Noah? You don’t know anything. A Vengas is not a human being. They are terrifyingly dangerous, capable of stealing a wolf’s entire power with a single touch. And you? You are officially one of them.”

I tell him and he takes my hand and leads me to one of the pews and we sit down. “Angel, I’m so sorry, what did he tell you?” he asks and I look at him biting the inside of my cheek. FLASHBACK! “Gianni, you have been tried by breaking the utmost law of the mafia. For your crimes against your family and all the mafia families, you will be killed. Do you have anything you wish to say before your sentence is carried out?” Andros says as I stand beside my momma. She is glaring at him with so much hatred. I take her hand in mine and squeeze it to offer her comfort. He destroyed her life as a child when he killed her mom and now this is what he does after she offered him a second chance.

Two figures on a rooftop. The night sky above them. The mafia world beneath them. And between them — a silence filled with everything that still needed to be said. But not tonight. Tonight, the silence was enough. ---

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.

"And to think I even doubted him—I disbelieved when Marco told me what happened that night." She approached quickly and held my hands firmly; her eyes were stunned, but there was no trace of regret or shame for what they'd done. "Everyone in the mafia has their share of wickedness—everyone has blood on their hands. Don't believe for a moment that there are innocent people in our world; that was a folly we let you and your siblings believe. But if you look closely, even you have blood on your hands," the words were accusatory, as if she wanted to attack me with them. "The sweet and innocent Angela married a mafioso and learned to kill and torture. I've heard the stories—I saw you holding a gu

They pierced straight through me. The second man looked nearly identical, but warmer, or at least amused. One brow arched, and a faint smile pulled at his lips. And then I realized, my eyes widened, that I knew these faces. Everyone did. I had stumbled into The Volkov twins, two of the deadliest mafia dons in America. Just my fucking luck. I shook harder, fear threatening to overwhelm my heart and make it explode in my chest. I had heard stories, oh the stories. First of all, no one ever escaped them. They promised death and they delivered.

He asked me. “So you’re looking for something serious then?” I asked back, earning myself a defeated sigh from him. “Listen Cole, you don’t need to tell me exactly who you are or what you do but given the reactions you have gotten from people I kind of have an idea, therefore I don’t want any part of it.” I state and before he could say anything I stand up from the booth and quickly walk back into the kitchen, letting a few minutes pass before going back outside but when I do, I see that the booth that we were sitting at is now empty, hating the feeling of disappointment that I was mustering up from within inside of me. I sigh, biting my lip as I walk over to the booth to pick up the mug he

I was trapped, with no escape from the horrors that awaited me. Dominic's eyes seemed to bore into my soul, his gaze piercing and unrelenting. "You see, Lucia, I've been waiting for someone like you. Someone who can understand me, who can see the truth behind the lies." His voice was low and hypnotic, drawing me in despite my fear. "And now that you're here, I'll never let you go." I struggled against the cuffs again, but they only seemed to tighten. Panic set in as I realized the true extent of my predicament. I was trapped, at the mercy of a madman with a twisted vision. And then, Dominic's eyes seemed to gleam with an eerie light. "Let the game begin," he whispered, his voice dripping wit