Mafia's Caged Poppy Novels & Stories

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.

My heart tells me that I shouldn’t pry, but my curiosity wins out. “I do.” Mila looks at me for a moment before turning her gaze back toward the ceiling away, chewing her lip as if she’s searching for the right words. My attention is now focused entirely on her, the stack of documents temporarily forgotten. “The Grachev Bratva under Yannick,” she begins slowly, “used to deal in prostitution. And more than once, one of the women got pregnant.” Her voice grows smaller, and when she resumes talking, it shivers. “Yannick saw the kids born from those women as assets. The boys would go on to become his boeviki, and the girls … Well, we had other uses.”

The blonde-haired woman—whose name I would come to know as Astra—began to sob, “I… I don’t want to say goodbye.” Her husband, his hand gently patting her back, replied firmly, “It is the only way, Astra, my love. We must ensure our daughter—and our bloodline—is safe. The Luna Supreme pack isn’t safe anymore. We are under attack. My heir must survive.” Astra nodded, resolve mixing with heartbreak. “Do not worry. I will make them pay. I invited them to our celebration for peace, and now they repay me with deadly poison brought in by treacherous flowers, weakening my people and slaughtering us.”

"Yes, it's quite a complicated story. I asked for Dante's help to escape from him, believing Dante would grant me freedom, but now he seems reluctant." "Oh dear." I turned to her, puzzled. "What do you mean?" "Dante will never release you. You're precisely what the Conti mafia requires to seize control of Atlanta. Everything is clear now," she explained. And then it dawned on me that I was in deep shit.

A true fallen angel is not afraid of darkness, but appreciates it, adores it, and enjoys it. In the same way that in Colombia they prepared an exclusive party, where there were guests of all kinds, exotic, eccentric, etc.. The important thing was that they had money and that they collaborated with the illicit association that Maria De La Cruz was trying to lead, and that was also growing and leaving in its wake the personalized Mexican brand. That party was very difficult for her, since there were faces, images that had done her wrong at some point, that were not friends at all, but she knew that world had to be extremely cold, and that was how little by little she was becoming a successful

My heart ached for Bailey, and for the mess Collins had created. “What’s going to happen now?” I asked, my voice barely audible. Jace’s eyes met mine, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of regret in them. “The Mafia boss who has Bailey doesn’t want his money back. He wants us to produce fifty thousand bottles of ethanol and codeine drink. It’s worth over $3 billion in profit, but it’s dangerous. The Feds are already on our tail. One wrong move, and we all end up in prison. But, unfortunately, this is the only condition they’ve given us.”

Mia is nervous as we walk onto the yacht and stay close to the children. "If they get upset, you can remove them. I know you do not like this and think they are too young, but as I said, they are in the Italian Mafia and will take over from me one day. The sooner they learn, the better," I say. "I know you are right, but they are my babies, and I do not like this. I am not happy with you, Riccardo Marino," Mia says, and I know I just took a few steps back in my progress to fight for Mia's heart. I look at Mia and wonder what it will take to win her heart. My men bring the two older men and make them kneel before us.

I don't need a woman right now that would be weak and fragile, they are just good distractions nothing more. Looking down at the lifeless body i just unalived, i could only think about how death was the only way out for traitors like him who ratted us out to the rival gang. The mafia was big on family however, there was no mercy for traitors in the family. I threw the dagger i'd used alongside my shirt that was stained with blood into the trash bin as i make my way to my office in the warehouse. My cartel had the biggest shipmemt for armmos and.

Axel's POV "Will you just let Stella betray you? Will you not even tell her that you witnessed her and your brother's betrayal?" Casper asked as I was busy looking at the gun I was holding. I simply give him a serious stare and aim for the gun I'm holding in front of me. Fuck, I am not a fool to let them fool me. If only Liam was standing in front of me now I wouldn’t hesitate to shoot him in the head. "I intended to hurt them, but when I found out Chloe was in danger, my urge to help her won out," I said before I lowered my gun to the center table.

The resemblance was striking; same pointed nose and hazel eyes just like their mother coupled with their blonde hair. "Mama what did he say wrong?"the second male, Manuel cut in. "You three are still as mischievous as ever. I heard demand of opium is high in Cuba, I do hope you capos are assisting Alessio and homero in the distribution" Raphael inquired interlocking his hands with Nicole's. "Raphael you just got here. Why are you talking business?' A feminine voice cried out, alighting from one of the broad stair cases that led upstairs. Their heads whipped to her direction.