Mafia's Caged Poppy Novels & Stories

But Anna’s terrified eyes met mine. “No,” I said firmly and louder this time. “Let her go.” He smirked at me. “You are foolish, girl. I’m giving you a chance to live. Leave now. You don’t want to mess with the Cruz Mafia.” What the fuck! Cruz mafia? Anna had told me about them on our way here. They are the second biggest mafia in the country. “Oh God,” I whispered. “Please,” I pleaded as I came closer, “let her go.”

‘I need to get rid of this’ Callum indicated the tent in his pants he enjoyed watching porn especially when it was rough and damn if that kid hadn't been vicious to the blonde and now he was very aroused, ‘Jamie bring those girls in’ He shouted to one of his Capos and Conner raised an eyebrow he wasn't aware they had any females for their entertainment, ‘ They are the Granddaughters of the two old Don, the Capos found them hiding in a cupboard after we had left and they were 'tidying' up, we can use them now and then send them onto the brothel’ The girls were brought in and Conner was interested, they were pretty enough both had dark hair, nice legs, and large breasts, ‘How old are you?’ He

Don Fabian's eyes narrowed, his hand instinctively reaching for his gun. Don Marco Vinnie continued, his voice dripping with hatred. "You'll pay the price of killing my parents. You'll never leave this church alive!" The air was electric with tension as the two Mafia families faced off, their guns drawn, ready to unleash a bloodbath. As the gunfire erupted, Don Giovanni and Don Fabian quickly assessed the situation and made a split-second decision. They ordered their men to form a protective shield around them, using their bodies to absorb the hail of bullets.

Camilla’s smirk widened, her fingers drumming lightly against the countertop. “Fine. I’ll get Bullet out. But first, you’re going to kidnap someone for me.” Her voice dipped into something darker, something twisted. “I want them tortured. I want them to see hell. And when I say done, you end them.” The man gave a single, sharp nod. “Consider it done.” “Good,” she murmured. “Because the only way you’re getting Bullet out of Vincent’s nest is by taking this person. The moment you do, there will be chaos. And that’s when you strike, Bullet will be rescued in the middle of the storm.”

“We would be wasting our time.” “Doesn’t matter.” A new voice. One she hadn’t heard before. He was the one who sent the gang to trail Rafeal, a mafia lord. His boots echoed as he approached. The men around him straightened instinctively. Even in the low light, Celia could tell he was different. More dangerous. More ruthless. He crouched in front of her, gripping her chin.She flinched, but he held her still, forcing her to meet his gaze. Cold. Amused. Calculating.

He was taken aback by the way I reacted. "I don't know what sort of business makes you think you can take me against my own will. I've told you countless times that I am not involved with any mafia. For Christ's sake, Angelo," I pleaded, moving to stand in front of him. "Let me go. I promise I would never mention this to anyone. I swear on my life," I pleaded. Some part of me had hoped my plea would move him, but what he said next demolished the remaining faith I had left.

Maximillian cut off Legis who closed his scheduler, because Legis knew when his alpha and boss decided, he would never change his mind nor have a second thought about it. "Our yacht from the Middle East loaded with our drugs and aphrodisiac are now heading to the Arctic ocean to board in Romania as of this moment, master Max. Are you going to visit the manor to check other container vans of our drugs and aphrodisiac transactions to another country in Europe?" "We will drop by to the manor before visiting the village, cancelled all my fucking appointments this day." Maximillian said to Legis before putting down the curriculum vitae of Blaire on his desk and lean on his chair.

They were arguing, voices low but intense. “…impossible this time of year,” the old man was saying. “The shipment was intercepted in Miami. The risk…” “Name your price,” Nicholas’s voice cut through, cold and final. “Triple. I need it tonight.” The old man sighed, shrugged, and disappeared into the foliage. He returned minutes later, holding a pot with extreme care. The plant was stunning and sinister. Deep, velvety black petals, almost purple in the low light, shaped like a rose but more exotic, with long, cruel-looking thorns along its stem. A Black Mafia Rose orchid. I’d heard the stories—a hybrid smuggled out of a failed cartel bio-lab, symbolizing a dangerous, obsessive love.

I learn he is patient, cares deeply for his brothers, mother and even his employees. Milos doesn’t want to talk about his business. I press him and he gives in, in exchange for me eating all my vegetables, no argument for the week. He’s the source of cocaine to the Outfit and Irish mafia—selling only to other heads of mafia in Chicago. Purchasing it from the Rodriguez cartel in Columbia. He stopped street-level dealing when he took over, as risk outweighed reward.

I had rehearsed this particular scenario over and over again and I knew it would not fail. Before I could say anything, Alessandro opened his mouth to speak. “You ought to show my wife respect, Tonero.” He began. “If you think you’re going to scare her, you need to have a rethink. What sort of woman kills seven men, blows up a cartel, and is actively trying to become a mafia lord? A crazy one and she’s standing right there.” That was all it took for everyone seated at the table to accord me some sense of respect. I checked my watch as I sat on the empty seat next to Alessandro. There was a large shipment coming in from the south today for my father, opium. It was the new rave on the streets