Mafia The Series: Guns And Freaks Mga Nobela at Kwento

I decided to taunt her more I want her to loose it . I moved closer to her and touch her lips ,I felt a weird connection between us ,so I moved close to her and whisper in her ear .. where do u want it lil slut? Here or outside ?? I fanned her neck .. she shivered lightly .. I was about to do more before I felt someone pull me back … I had totally forgotten my sister is here .. lilo dear ! Sorry but I will talk to you later I need to leave now and she .. I said pointing to the girl is coming with me ….. she made to protest but I stopped her no lilo I promise you I won’t kill her … take care lil sister I said and peck her on her head ….. I dragged the girl along with me , we got to my car ,ge

Aaron's guards come ahead to catch Vicente, but Vicente's guards block the way while coming in front of him. All the guards take out their guns and point each other out. Children scream out in fear, and Lilly also shut her mouth while covering her hands. "Enough is enough." Albert comes and stands between them. "Take the guns back." The guards from both sides don’t listen to Albert; rather, they are keeping each other at gunpoint in anger. "I said, drop the guns right now." Albert ordered while yelling out in anger. The guards knew Albert was the godfather of the mafia. So, they listened to his command and dropped the guns.

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.

But I wasn't even sure if it was loaded. I spat on the floor after he brushed his thumb on my lower lips and squeezed my cheeks tighter. He nibbled on my ear before one of his hands squeezed my right breast. The guns were not loaded. They were empty. I looked at all their guns and they carried it in a weird postion. Only a psychopath will place his gun upside down, or in your pocket knowing well there were things that could trigger the gun. "Say what mafia clan do you work for?" I asked trying to get some information. I knew they would not answer my question.

No one else would dare. I had escaped my father but I just basically went from frying pan to fire. Hakan was Scorpion, there was no doubt about it. I was in the arms of the deadliest and most feared mafia boss in the whole country and maybe further than that.

The winner is to come out with full control of the Solana Empire. That is the preview of all the mafia world and my uncle. It is not mine. I intend to burn it to ashes leaving nothing behind. My eyes are red. My mind is ready. I stride down the floor, hitting their legs on my way as one after the other drops on the floor. Even before they can pinpoint me and shoot at me. One after the other is being shot in the head. In a split second, without blinking, I stand up and shoot everyone I hadn't shot earlier before they recovered from the fall as I meet them on my way back.

Growing up, my life wasn’t a fairytale despite what it may have looked like, my parents were wealthy and I needed or wanted nothing but their attention, their love, and their gentleness unfortunately though those words were not in my parents vocabulary instead they used violence and had both me and my brother growing up around petty thieves and criminals which is why when I decided to leave my childhood home I promised myself that i would never get involved with anything like that ever again. “Cole Jones?” I suddenly ask in a low whisper as my eyes continue to look down at him, his smirk still present on his lips but his eyes were following my co-worker who apparently ran out without sputter

So, he continues "I was the leader of American mafia. My real name is 'STEVEN KNIGHT' not Steven Moritz. Aidan's father 'Eric uncle' and your grandpa were alliances. During our childhood, we lived all together. Both the families were the envious of them all. Dad handled American mafia whereas Eric uncle had Canada and Mexico under his control. It was the most powerful mafia clan. Everyone feared them. But we were a happy loving family until the day, when we lost dad and uncle. You know sweetheart, power comes with its own thorns. Once you got the hunger of power, you can't back away. There's only destruction after that. In mafia nothing matters just the power. The more powerful you are the l

With his power in the government, he can easily cover up his illegal activities and dirty businesses from all over the globe "Me too. I can't wait for their demise. I want them dead. All of them. I want to take over the number one spot as a gun dealer in the mafia port." Don Gunner 40, Pyro clan leader. A reputable gun dealer and the third supplier of weapons to the Underground. "I want to see their head on my collection." Don Juno, Crane clan leader. A drug Lord and number one supplier on the surface.

Mia asks out of the blue. My breath almost caught up against my throat. I sigh and tuck my strands of hair behind my ear as we lean our elbows on the railing of the ship. " It was… uh, I got kidnapped by a Russian drug kingpin. He wanted me as bait to get at Gray. He told me Gray was in the mafia." " Did you believe him at that instant?" Mia asks. I nod. " I've seen him pull out a gun before." I tell her. She sighs and looks back at the water.