Mafia's Blind Angel Novels & Stories

Oh, I'm going to be so rich with this girl," McKayla gloated, her voice resonating with greed. Soon, her thoughts shifted to Jared and the potential fallout when he discovered Cordelia's new employment. Fear gripped her, realizing she must ensure Jared never found out about her involvement, lest he seek retribution. 'Hmmmm... What will I do about Jared? He mustn't find out what I did, or else he could have me killed,' McKayla pondered, her mind racing to find a solution. Unbeknownst to McKayla, Jared was not merely the son of one of the most influential drug dealers in East America; he was also the leader of the Twelve Eyed Dragon clan, the most dangerous mafia group in Croatia. Jared's powe

At present, it only caused him nothing short of concentrated anticipation. A fiendish smirk tugs at his lips. He slinks further within the shadows of a murky establishment. Out of sight from the lonesome rays of the full moon, dispensing through the broken windows and crevices. Dripping sounds from eroded pipes concealed the whispered sway of his movements. He sensed the clouds of destruction brewing, burdening his mind. Overwhelmed by darkened visions of spilled blood. He was loving every moment of the arriving tempest. Exultantly, he peers between the two other Molotov Mafia assassins at his side. Serge and his youngest uncle's son Yigor Molotov. Both were garbed in masks and robes of ebon

He announced, his voice hardening. The room shifted as they all focused on me. “Isabella, meet Salvatore Bianchi, Mikhail Reznikov, Kaia Morelo and Veleno Caruso, the men of the blood council, sworn to Omertà. They handle the darkest missions here in Italy, they have earned their place in blood and they control other territories.” A man with closed eyes cleared his throat and leaned forward, curling his lips. I squinted my eyes trying to see if I could figure out what was wrong with his eyes. Then I noticed, he was blind.

I braced myself for whatever harsh words she had in store. "You better get used to this," Angelica sneered, her voice dripping with disdain. The cruel words struck at the core of my being, further eroding my self-worth. I glanced at Chiara, finding solace in her unwavering support, Angelica then shifted her attention to the other girls in the room, praising them for their performance the previous day. Her words were tainted with the greed and power-driven mentality that governed this world we were trapped in. It sickened me to see how easily they reveled in the approval of the Mafia bosses, their laughter echoing in the room.

“They hired a Russian mobster who played me horrible. I managed to turn the situation around and not get so hurt, but this one is capable of anything. It's a real animal. Jesus, Jesus, Jesus. “Do you understand why I really need someone to trust, Mina?” He asks me in his broken voice. “I feel like everyone wants to hurt me. I've done horrible things in my life, but this last time I've tried to fix it by getting all this shit out of me, trying to cut ties with these people, but they're the worst scum that can exist in the world.” “Black... That Russian mobster who played you is…” “Yes, Mina. He's Mikael Sydow's own son of a bitch.”

I only imagined what was going to happen if I told him the truth. I was grateful that I agreed to cover my face with a veil because I couldn’t have been able to withstand the eyes all gawking at me. My eyes were directly stapled on Antonio Luca, Aka The dark Angel of merciless death. I don’t know why he was named that, but people did.

The hooligan's eyes widened but his hand remained on my neck. "Si Mafiosi leadero." He cussed under his breath. "Let her go and I'll give you a less painful death." L'Angelo said. His hands were out of his pocket now and was behind his back. "You'll kill me. I've heard of you so many times. You're a killer, you're nothing short of a monster." He seethed. Look who was talking! A kettle calling a pot black.

I told myself in resignation, letting my hand drop from my hair. I had to get Angelo off the case because my inner intuition could already see a disaster looming in the not-so-distant future. The worst-case scenario was Gabrielle finding out his real identity, that he was Blake Moreno and not Angelo Andriacchi. There would be no way to salvage that because I knew Gabrielle was going to have him killed, no matter how much she claimed to own him or love him. It was a known fact that the Mafia never forgave betrayal. They needed loyalty to function, they needed people willing to die for the organization, and they didn't want someone who would sell them out at any given chance. Angelo was the op

I implored, my heart pounding with anticipation. I needed answers, I needed to clear his name and uncover the truth. "Let it be Angel. The mafia world is more dangerous than you can think. I don't want you to get hurt even more. Let the things be hidden. My life has already ended, I want you to live your life" he urged, his eyes pleading.

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.