Mafia's Blind Angel Novels & Stories

One of the man says, as soon as he wakes from his unconscious state. "What do you want with him?" Micah ask. "He owes us money, we just came to collect. That's all." I roll my eyes at his weak and pathetic lie. Micah fold his arms and look at the men. "Of course that's all you want and I wasn't the son and brother of two ruthless Mafia leaders. Do you think it is that easy to deceive me? My neice already paid Stefan's debt and the only way out of your silly gang is deäth, so here is what we'll do. We, meaning my brother and I will burn this building down with your bodies bound to the chair. The next option is, you can take whatever money my niece had given you and never show your face again

I bit my lips as I heaved a sigh, "The name on the file is Jaylen Noire Adryan, I am sure you are aware of that." "Yes, I am very well aware," Alexis put off her massage chair. How would anybody decide to just wake up and kill Jaylen, it's like signing a death contract and I didn't sign one. "And you want me to kill him? That man Is well protected, I am also sure you are well aware of that," I tried my best to be calm because I'm around Alexis. The person they wanted me to eliminate is one of the youngest, most successful and notorious mafia lords, Jaylen Noire Adryan. He is the king of the underground world and he is the kind of person someone like me would never want to cross paths with.

“I apologize for taking so long.” Levi shrugged his shoulders, sharing a knowing glance with Zephan. “Would you do it or should I?” Zephan responded with a curt nod. “Go ahead.” The spy's eyes widened as he took in the sight of the Grand Brothers. He knew he was doomed. “Please….” He was paralyzed in his seat, looking up at the faces that spelled his demise. He heard stories, tales of the men who were called the angels of death. Mafia lords of the Graham group, ruthless leaders of the most powerful gang in the city.

“You’re leaving for Italy. Your name stays Jay. You’re the perfect person for this mission.” Jay exhaled slowly and accepted the documents. He glanced at the file — photos, notes, mafia profiles. One name stood out: Rafael “Rafe” Bianchi. The mafia boss of Milan, infamous for his ruthlessness, his dominance, and… apparently, his taste in men. The assistant appeared with a small suitcase. “Your things are here. And you’ll need to change your appearance for the mission,” she said.

he said, I just smiled, exactly what I wanted him to see, yet he wasn’t here for it. I smiled faintly as the bishop’s eyes scanned my whole body, it felt weird yet for some reason I wanted him to see it, i needed the reassurance that everything was okay with me, then he unmuted his television. Dante Moritto’s club gunned down last night. That was the headline, the bishop sighed, I quickly turned and wondered if he was okay, my heart cared if he was doing fine. “ Do you think he is fine?” I asked the bishop innocently.

"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.

Giovanni and Angelina sat in the back with Zayn, while everyone else followed in other cars. The adrenaline was still coursing through me—my blood humming, heartbeat steady and calm, mind sharp. Killing does that to me. It clears my head. “Amore,” Ace said suddenly, glancing at me. His eyes held amusement, danger, and something else I couldn’t quite place. “Do you realize you just shot the leader of the Lebanese Mafia?” His lips pulled into a small smirk. “They’re going to come after you now.” I paused. Oh. Oops.

❞ this invitation. Angel doesn't like night parties because she doesn't like the darkness that hides danger, but right now she doesn't care about her own safety anymore because, even to live, she feels she doesn't deserve it. Her twin died because of her; her sister paid for her carelessness. It was as if she would carry this feeling forever—the feeling that she couldn't sleep or eat because she felt guilt. Should she blame herself? An accident is an accident; no one likes it, but why can't we avoid feeling guilty about it? But at this point, she is taking on everything; she's the one who made a mistake and the one who must pay the merciless world for her wounded heart.

I couldn't deny it any longer—I was being weak, allowing Angel to talk to me rudely and stop me from going out, and my own silence was complicit in his actions. Angel, was not only a powerful figure in the mafia but also a man who knew how to manipulate and control. Over the month, I had become accustomed to his brash behavior, his sharp tongue, and his complete disregard for my feelings. But now, as I stared at my reflection, something in me had changed. I am the daughter of a mafia!

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.