Mafia's Caged Poppy Novels & Stories

Dan also puffed up his chest and patted it, "Yes. Come look for us at anytime. You know we would always be ready to help" Do not look at Dan's frivolous or foolish attitude or at his somewhat feminine features, he was the second-in-command of the most feared and dangerous mafia in the world, the Blood Gang and he had a nickname that was also feminine, The Poppy Beauty though he would kill whoever dared to call him that to his face. Ryan however, with his perfectly sculpted face and domineering aura was the big boss and commander of the gang. "Umm, I will definitely find you guys if there is any problem. I could use the free labour" Jay said deliberately while eyeing Dan.

Liam says. Camilla let out a nervous laugh, she was going to start so soon. Liam raised an eyebrow, broke away from her and took out one of the cigarettes in his wallet and put it in his mouth, lighting it with the lighter. The mafia, you say? The omega swallowed thickly, they were one of those drug smugglers and cold-blooded thugs, she bit her lip, worried. “It's okay, first and foremost is always the safety of my girls, they will never force you to do something you don't want to do. Do you understand?” He said as she inhaled from the cigarette, holding it between her index and middle fingers.

Mafia is a process, not a thing _____________________________________ Irina's point of view: "You are late this morning to your practice, What's wrong?" My friend and instructor, Garry asked "I have menstrual cramps, I don't think I can practice today" I told him. "Oh sorry, let me get you chocolate then" he said as he went out of the practice room to get me the chocolate. I sat on one of the benches and took out my phone to call Sarah, Sarah has been my personal maid and friend. I only have two friends in my life and they are Garry and Sarah. Okay, this is my life. Since when I was born into this world, I have never been out of this compound before, I have always been indoor. I have been in

“ You all are fired ! I yelled at at them. I was so mad , I told the new men to drive them out of my compound. SEAMUS. Few days ago I got an information about Steph being the new mafia Queen, I heard that she was beaten in a club, I tried making more investigation and I found out she was at the drug farm now. I had been hiding around to see how I could enter into the drug farm because I can see she has increased the security of the farm. The moment the driver drove out, I quickly followed the bus as he was driving back, I attacked him, I shot him on both palms.

" She hugged me tightly as I put together the words she'd said. Fucking killing machine, what the fuck? I wonder if she realized she'd just described a stone cold killer? The zone she was trying to describe, that place she went to in her head, the kill zone. And it was my job to tame that shit, fuck my life, I'd rather take on the fucks who were out to get me than try to keep this one chained. Fucking Mouth, she looked so fucking innocent too, the girl barely reached my chin, but what I'd seen last night, fuck, if I wasn't getting out of the business I'd hire her. I wasn't telling her that shit though she was a handful already no sense in encouraging her murdering ass. I wonder if Poppy knew

“If I kill him now, those trails die with him.” Grayson’s anger shifted into calculation. “So… you want information.” “Yes.” “And torture works better when the subject is alive.” he added. I gave a small nod. The cold, professional, Mafia logic. Nothing emotional. Grayson exhaled slowly, tension easing from his shoulders. “Fine. Then we interrogate him and dispose of him after.” Dispose. The word lingered. I didn’t correct it. The estate gates opened as we drove in. I stepped out first when the car stopped.

Ethan felt a strange chill crawl up his spine. He had never met this man before but he knew exactly who he was. Everyone in Cross City knew this face. Don Pope. The name carried weight in the city’s circles. Stories about him circulated everywhere—whispers about his wealth, his control over powerful businesses, and the quiet violence that followed anyone foolish enough to oppose him. Some people called him a genius. Others called him a monster. Seeing him in person was something else entirely. Don Pope moved through the room, slowly stopping in front of each cage as one of his men unlocked the doors and briefly inspected the prisoners inside.

“Congratulations, Boss!” Without waiting for the celebration, Drake turned on his heel and walked out of the church. Amy followed closely behind, flanked by a sea of suits and heavy artillery. The moment the heavy church doors slammed shut behind them, the priest’s knees gave out, and he collapsed onto the altar floor, completely unconscious. Meanwhile, across the city, the atmosphere was entirely different. Inside the fortified syndicate of the Blood Pact Mafia. The second largest crime syndicate in Italy. Athan, a hardened man in his early fifties, sat high on a leather chair that served as his throne. The air in his private chambers was thick with the pungent, sweet scent of a heavy blunt

They all stood still, having been warned they would be killed if they did not obey. ‘These are the spoils of war, daughters and sisters of traitors’ He walked up to the first girl, a petite brown-haired reasonably pretty teenager who trembled as he grabbed her hair and dragged her forward, ‘Shall we see what is on offer?’ He pulled out a flick knife and holding the terrified girl still he slashed the t-shirt she was wearing leaving her naked and with a push sent her to her knees in front of the three men. Walking down the line he did the same to all the rest and then grabbing a couple of pretty ones he dragged them to a sofa and raped them. All of the women were raped, the four men made sure

They were bound and gagged, terror clear in their expressions. My heart stopped. They were real. I was not alone. "Satisfied?" Vincent asked. "Three more hybrids, all successfully kept dormant through careful medication and memory suppression. Unlike you, Liana, these three have been cooperative." "Because they do not remember what you stole from them." Dominic's hands fisted at his sides. "What do you want, Moretti?" "A simple trade." Vincent's expression did not change. "My daughter for these three hybrids. You return Liana to me unharmed, and I will deliver them to your compound within the hour."