Romans & histoires Mafia The Series: Guns And Freaks

Giovanni spoke, smirk all over his face. "I would suggest you back off..." Fia said and Giovanni chuckled. There was something... in this man. He wasn't any ordinary kind of person... he was a total dream guy. Fia had never seen him in another colour... he always wears black and to be very honest this colour was made for him only. His biceps pumped up from his tight t-shirt...Giovanni wasn't wearing a jacket but only a black t-shirt with skinny black jeans. He was a pure mafia man... while Fia was lost in him, he made the first move and shot the gun at one of the Guiseppe's men... after that, the gunshots were heard in the area.

Worse than untouchable— they were unstoppable. Italian-American mafia royalty. Ruthless, brilliant, devastatingly efficient killers. And he wanted me to try to assassinate them? Fucking madness. “I can’t do it,” I said, through gritted teeth, trying to sound firm. “That’s suicide, painful suicide.” “Oh, that’s too bad…” my boss cooed. Then gunshots echoed through the phone, followed by a scream. A small, fragile, terrified feminine scream. No! My blood turned to ice.

“After what Noah did to Stan? You think you can just protect that freak and act like nothing important happened at all?” I shoved his hands off me violently, my eyes instantly flashing red with warning, Moses mentally clawing to break free and attack him. “Your mate actively tried to kill mine!” I growled, stepping even closer, my voice rising sharply with rage. “Stan and Eric ambushed Noah in the basement of your house. You wanna calmly talk about what happened? Why don’t you start by explaining why your mate was working with a rogue wolf to murder mine?”

As I grew older and overheard conversations between papa and his 'colleagues', I soon figured out what the fuck was going on. I was fourteen when I found out. My papa killed his brother and his family to take over the Spanish mafia himself. He did all of this for money. Our family wasn't poor before this, so papa had no reason to be this greedy. He got caught up in all of this avarice that he ended up killing his own family. It wasn't like uncle Pedro didn't send us money either, he would always help us when we asked. Yet, papa didn't appreciate his brother's efforts enough...

He rescued her and now he can't let her go... Giovanni de Luca, a Beverly Hills born mobster climbing the ladder to success. He will do anything to protect his family and ensure their successful name throughout L.A. When he meets Rosalia Bernardi, a gorgeous young woman from Palermo, things change dramatically. It's not only him and his family he has to protect now but also the young life of Rosalia. The pair commence a rollercoaster ride they can't seem to get off especially because Giovanni is in the Mafia.

And in this city, power belongs to me. Today's meeting is no different. I know the mafias are here to talk about Vector, another bloody mafia who is pushing limits and screwing with distribution. “Give us the order to kill him, Salvador.” Hector says with his finger on the table. “He’s messing with our business. Halving prices, stealing our customers—” “He’s a fucking bastard! I heard he’s supplying bullets too.” I crack my knuckles. “Bullets?” “Yeah, I don’t have proof, but one of the people he’s dealing with is knee-deep in gun business and you banned that.” Frank says.

Realizing that it was not the right time to address the issue of Lily sneaking out and grabbing his dick, Alessandro decided to wait until she sobered up the next day. As they stepped outside, Alessandro received a call from his trusted associate, Theo. "Wait for me in the car," Alessandro instructed Lily, handing her his keys. Lily nodded in understanding, took the keys, and departed. As Alessandro picked up the call, he was startled by the alarming news that Theo delivered. It appeared that their recent business partner, Dima, had deceived them. Instead of exporting guns as promised, the containers were discovered to contain people, with half of them already dead. The revelation filled Ale

I mumble. I was really hoping to see Rio this morning because we still need to talk about how we were to play the “marriage act”. “I know it’s not a life you are used to,” Mama Agness continues, “but guns and bloodshed are quite the norm in the mafia life. Even though I do try my best to make sure they keep most of it away from the house.” She holds my hand, turning my attention back to her. “You wouldn’t have to worry about anything.”

I was trapped, with no escape from the horrors that awaited me. Dominic's eyes seemed to bore into my soul, his gaze piercing and unrelenting. "You see, Lucia, I've been waiting for someone like you. Someone who can understand me, who can see the truth behind the lies." His voice was low and hypnotic, drawing me in despite my fear. "And now that you're here, I'll never let you go." I struggled against the cuffs again, but they only seemed to tighten. Panic set in as I realized the true extent of my predicament. I was trapped, at the mercy of a madman with a twisted vision. And then, Dominic's eyes seemed to gleam with an eerie light. "Let the game begin," he whispered, his voice dripping wit

I take in the bodies, the blood, the weapons, and the other men who all look scary as hell. I recognize two of them from when they came to the office last week. “Jesus Christ,” the scariest of the group mutters before he crouches down and searches the pockets of a dead man. Mr. Vitale takes the gun from my trembling hand and tucks it behind his back into the waistband of his pants. Guns. Blood. Death. I shake my head, unable to process the immense shock and terror I experienced today. I’m surrounded by men. “Fuck. It’s the Slovak mafia,” one of the men growls. “I recognize the tattoos.”