Mafia's Caged Poppy Novels & Stories

“The attempt to have Cassie kidnapped by Mikael?” The mention of Cassie made Bain’s blood boil, though his expression remained unreadable. Randish paled. “That’s—That’s a lie.” Bain exhaled sharply, then snapped his fingers. The door swung open, and his men dragged in a bloodied man—mikael himself, the mexico mafia boss, barely conscious but alive enough to feel terror. mikael groaned, struggling weakly. His once-pristine suit was soaked with his own blood, his fingers broken, his face swollen from the beating Bain’s men had given him.

Shayla I hoped I could find Poppie’s ass before she goes and does something stupid as shit. I had been hearing she had been out here slinging her shit for some ends and if that was the case, then I had an offer she couldn’t refuse. The last thing I had heard was that Poppie had been hanging out with Marcus and she got hooked on the powder. She is so much better than that, but I know she was lost after I left. I didn’t have a choice. It was either stay in jail or go back with my Auntie who got me out of jail.

Then just like he grabbed me, he pushed me back like I was a disease. I finally breathed out. That meant it was a no for me. He started to move, then stopped abruptly. “I choose her,” he said in a chill tone, and left. Who? It couldn't possibly be me. He recoiled when he touched me. But the faces suddenly turned toward me in pity, and that was confirmation. It was me. I just got sold to Rai Mikailov. Mafia leader of the Podolskaya gang. Hands pulled me as the seller uncuffed me, removing my tag. “You have a hard life ahead of you, little rat,” he spat, his breath reeking.

All I could notice was that he was a brunette, much younger than the gray-haired man. “See the old guy?” Ivy muttered, leaning over me. “This is Emidio Abramo.” She emphasized the name as if I were supposed to know who he was. I blinked. “So?” She inched closer. “They say he's in the Mafia!” she whisper-shouted. My body tensed. I promised myself I would avoid all dangerous men like the plague, and it looked like this plague was currently sitting less than twenty feet away from me. “Poppy, you need to help me.” She squeezed my wrists, nearly stopping my blood circulation. “I'm sure you'll handle them better than me…” Her face turned pale, making me wonder if she was about to faint.

Samantha finds herself in a dark corner of a room, her feet and hands bound with a rope. The tears have dried on her face as if she had exhausted all her tears to shed. That monstrous man paid her off to the syndicate. Several women were in that same room, all subject to the same grim fate. They engaged in a conversation Samantha could not understand, but she preferred to remain alone in the corner, waiting for her destiny to unfold.

[RUBY] "Welcome to the Camorra, Mia Kaufmann," the Boss finally announced, lifting his glass of crimson wine. The room followed suit, the soft clink of glass punctuating the silence. Mia undergone the ritual, pricking her finger just as I had done before, her face unreadable as the dark liquid beaded on her skin. Of course, this was all for show—an elaborate dance to keep suspicion at bay, especially from Luna’s watchful eyes. Mia was not yet a part of the Camorra. Not until her mission was complete.

ok says Ibrahim, both sleep and after some days Ibrahim gets well perfectly, right now Ibrahim was making love to mehak, just then Ibrahim phone ranged up, he doesn't want to receive it but seen caller name he says Jaan this is important he received it and says hello, hello me Ibrahim I am your Dr I got your money to thank you, Ibrahim sir if you want some more help just call me, Ibrahim says ok and cuts the call, on the other hand, Dr wife says Ibrahim khan gave you this much money why? dr says because he loves his wife very much he can do anything for her you see mafia possessive love, Ibrahim made love to mehak and says this mafia man can do anything for his mehak, only you can make me on

"It is internal mafia tradition. It has weight within that world but it has no mechanism outside of it." "The mechanism outside of it is violence," Nikolai said. "Don Caruso's letter was polite. The box is not polite. The box is a demonstration." "He is showing me what he has," I said. "The photographs. The toy. The access. He is telling me that refusing the contract has a cost." "Yes," Nikolai said. "And the people he is threatening to burn alive," I said. "He does not name them in the note." "No," Nikolai said.

"Please take a seat if you can, but if not, please excuse yourself." Beta came forward and got seated. “I want to bring forth a suggestion. We should perhaps try a different procedure.” “What is it?” Nathan adjusted to hear him out. He breathed out. “Poisoning him can help at this point. Poisoning him will be the slowest but most straightforward way to get rid of him because he is too cautious and cannot be killed with a gun or knife like his guards are. He is a member of the mafia.” Nathan furrowed his brows. “Poisoning him? You think he can't detect poison?”

He asked in surprise and I said with a small smile, “Thank you, doctor, I'll take it from here” With that said, I walked out of the room even when he kept complaining about me not taking good care of my health. This is not the time. With my hoodie over my head, I walked out of the pharmacy looking back and forth, it was evening already. I just can't believe the man I'd slept with was a mafia lord. Although I could tell he was dangerous from his aura, but not a mafia lord. How the hell did I get pregnant at age twenty-one with a mafia's baby?