Mafia The Series: Guns And Freaks 소설 & 이야기

I can’t do this, I can’t go through with this marriage, I would no sooner die! He then grabs my forearm and drags me outside the room. “Time to get this shit show over with.” He says and leads me downstairs. I could see the outline of his gun holster around his back and before I could think about it, I twisted my body around and grabbed a hold of his firearm; Beretta 92 Fusion, of course, the staple of a mafioso. The gun felt heavy in my hand as I lifted it up, clicking the safety off. “Sylvana, what the fuck!” He exclaims, removing the other Beretta and aiming it at me. He didn’t need to, though, because I wasn’t going to shoot him.

I could feel her hesitation in her voice. " We can argue later. Hit me on my head. " I said to her. " You can pretend. " She said. " He is Duante Rego, The Mafia Emperor. He will easily get this. " I heard footsteps increasing, " He's coming. Do it fast. Give both guns to Duante. You know the summary. " I said. She nodded and hit me with the back of the gun on my head. I felt hot red blood, dripping down. It got black all of a sudden as I hit the ground.

A wave of relief rushed through me at first but one more look at the gun beside my feet had me looking away from him and started to move my body again. I was more scared of the mafia right now than I was of Mikhail. "I didn't peg you as the type to be interested in waitresses, Mikhail." The Mafia said, rising to his feet, and throwing the cigarette on the floor. But Mikhail didn't acknowledge him as he spoke to me again. "I said, get the fuck down." He said, a little louder this time and I jumped in fright. I was confused, the gun was just at my feet, and Mikhail was ordering me to come down, disobeying the Mafia?

Also, a few of them would handle the cops. Being the deadliest gang, one of the benefits was we had a link with the cops. They were working for us, while we paid a handsome amount of money to them. If someone doesn't work for us, we threaten to kill his family because the mafia doesn't show pity. They are ruthless. We reached Casey's house. It was easy because all the guards fainted. Rio made sure of that too. I rang the doorbell, but she didn't open the door. Being patient, I continued to ring the doorbell. Rio was entering through the back door with my other men.

He is coming towards me from around the corner. "Hm?" He asks. "Get the rundown from Yazmin. I'll do inventory." He starts laughing, "Yeah yeah, you got it." I roll my eyes and walk to storage to take inventory of all the guns and ammo, then I move on to our other weapons. One thing that sucks about the mafia is that you have to keep everything on paper. Computers will track it no matter how much erasing you attempt. We still use burner phones for secret calls. About twenty minutes later, Nathaniel comes into storage. He shuts the door behind him.

“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

It sounded like a merge of an adrenaline and nicotine rush, but one thing was sure, Gina had things covered already. “And suppose things get out of hand?” She asked, a smile glued to the edge of her boldy glossed lips. “Do the needful” I replied to her satisfaction, letting out a chuckle. Despite the fact that Club Erebus was every Mafia's go to spot, there was one asset of the Mafia's that wasn't allowed in the Club, and that was fire arms. No guns, no pistols, No Ak’s, no such. Of course Gina knew this, but she had her way around as always.

I looked at them. They were all in black. I didn’t need anyone to tell me that they were the mafia. This must be a mistake. It wasn’t possible. I wasn’t going to believe anything they had said.“100 million dollars? Do you know what you are saying?” I asked the leader of the men as I raised my head in defiance. “You can ask your grandfather” he smugly replied. I turned to my grandpa and saw that he had a similar expression on his face. Before my grandfather could speak, the gang leader beat him to it.“Hey you!” the leader called the other person and they moved towards me.

I shook my head to rid myself of thoughts of the past and leveled my gaze on the man before me. “Who was the informant?” I queried, eyes glaring with calculation at the poor fool trembling as if he might piss his pants. If the smell was any indication, he probably already had. How bothersome. A dead body covered in piss was a hassle to dispose of. The capo in charge of the American division of my money laundering mafia looked at the gun, fear skittering through his features. I could count off on one hand how many people had survived this gun. He knew his days were numbered now.

I open my eyes a crack and peek around. No such luck. Men with guns parade through the warehouse around me. I lay on exactly the sort of couch I was picturing, which happens to be blue, against one wall. Most of the men wear T-shirts from the garage and barely ever stop touching their guns. My heart pounds. Luca has me. He…what, convinced Thano to turn on Dante? The mafia politics are too hard to follow with my head pounding louder than the drums in the Thanksgiving Day parade.