Mafia's Blind Angel Novels & Stories

I paused, staring at Bella who seemed curious to know the reason why I couldn’t tell Nico I was carrying his baby. I couldn’t tell her that it would only bring danger to our safe world. I couldn’t tell her that because I didn’t mention to Bella the mafia part. She didn’t know that both my father and the man I loved both belonged to the mafia world. “You know I made a promise to his mother that I will never get involved with her son again” I stared down, holding the last balloon. Those people were dangerous, so staying away from their world was the only thing I had to do to survive.

When Ana peeped her head through the door, Blaze who was standing on the opposite side of the patio saw her witnessing the murder. From the last few days, he was constantly searching a single scope to reach her in the absence of Leonardo and at that moment he felt like he got a chance. When he saw her moving away from the door, through the back door he slide inside the house. And when he saw her reacting badly to whatever she saw, he knew how risky it’s to stand in the corridor and hushed talk when anyone can walk over them. And if any means Leo did then hell will break over him. So, he took her inside the room. Fear of being caught, he didn't switch on the lights. " You shouldn't have seen

"Your soul is a pure angel dispatched from the upper stars, Sienna. Your command monitors my survival parameters with far greater care than my own blood brother. It brings my heart deep sadness that your line is not my true sibling; our family life would have operated with absolute beauty." Amused to the core by his total blindness, I shake my head against the headrest. Is it physically possible for every sentence exiting Bianca's throat to be this incredibly stupid? The underworld laws remained absolute: no matter how viciously a fool was played by a superior predator, their blind eyes would still gullibly view their handler as a benevolent savior.

Mafia’s Maid Ashley froze on his lap as soon as she heard his demand. She was watching him without blinking her eyes as she didn’t believe the task he ordered her to do. Master Jeremy was holding a sinister smirk over his face watching her shocked expressions keenly. When she didn’t move even a bit after a few moments he bent down and sucked her nipple which was pulled out by him to wake her up from her trance.

The confrontation I had been dreading for years, the one that would either expose the monsters in my family or bury me along with the truth. Nico stayed close, his presence a solid wall against the cold, the wet, and the fear. I stole a glance at him; he didn’t say anything, didn’t flinch at the looming dark shapes emerging from the shadows. His black coat flapped in the wind like a warning banner, and I realized I was lucky—or maybe cursed—that he was on my side. Lucky that he would protect me, cursed that the stakes were impossibly high. “You sure about this, Angel?” he murmured, his voice low enough that only I could hear.

“I’ve never been with a man before… but I’m not against the possibility. You’d better behave, Tristan, or I might just make your entire body ache with regret.” He turned and walked away, leaving me alone, bound and exposed, in the eerie silence of the warehouse. It was then, in the echoing emptiness, that the full horror of my situation truly dawned on me. I was caught in the crossfire of a brutal mafia war. Abducted by Vlad, I was now nothing more than a bargaining chip, a tool for his twisted vengeance against Giovanni. And the night, it seemed, was far from over.

For a fleeting moment, both celestial bodies shared the same sky. A perfect omen. "He’ll mark number ninety-four," Giovanni said, stepping closer to the altar. "Let the deity’s hear it." The priestess reached into her robes and pulled out a small, curved blade. The man began to sob. "No," he pleaded. "Please, I’ll give you the others. I’ll get you more." Alessandro moved in, kneeling beside the man and carefully removing the blindfold. The man’s wild, bloodshot eyes locked onto his.

Anya whispered, eyes glittering as she adjusted her revealing dress, barely able to contain her excitement. Malina, meanwhile, hid her disgust behind a painted smile. Sergei strode in, his scarred face and blank eye cold as death itself. Blood still stained his suit, yet he walked with the power of a king who feared nothing. Paine and Irina followed, heads high, pride radiating from their bruised bodies. The hall fell silent as if the walls themselves bowed. The Mafia Lord had returned. * Far away, a man shut off surveillance screens as his phone buzzed. One message lit the screen:

If he hadn’t given his location, we wouldn’t know if he was or if anyone was there. “Jeremy,” I began in a low voice. Jeremy turned to face me, “Sir. You need to see something.” “What is it?” I asked. He handed me his binoculars and pointed in a direction. I took them suspiciously and looked through the lens. It was Elvis. My hands paused. If my eyes didn’t betray me, it really was Elvis. But what was he doing here? I looked at the other people present around him, but they all had their heads facing towards Elvis, not in my direction. A couple of minutes passed when one of them turned his head to my side. I recognised him immediately. It was one of the Italian mafia members, the one who had

Mike's POV My meeting with Nate was not as bad as I thought it would be. I didn't know him before now but seeing how he was able to get my contact for him to reach out to me. It simply means he is a very dangerous man and he can get anything he wants. Thinking about it now, that's not so far-fetched from what a mafia can do. Nothing goes hidden in their watch except for something they lack interest in. I need to get informants like his for myself.