Mafia The Series: Guns And Freaks Novels & Stories

I observe my reflection without managing to avoid thinking about many situations that have passed during this last time, resulting in many secrets have been revealed to me, more than I estimated, a world spread out in front of me that I was not able to see and now take shape in front of an opaque, dense, dark background. On the one hand, I encounter the reality that Black is in a world of mafias that he is trying to get out of, which I do not think is without paying a high price in the attempt. Then there is his secret family, the wife he says he left behind without her having untied herself from him and the daughter he hides to protect her, a secret he now shares with me. Finally, Mikael Sy

I quickly hold onto my gun. “You do realize that you could get shot this very minute, right?” I question pointing a gun at him. Not shaking for once. “And I hope you realize that one scratch on my skin and I’ll give Alessandro tenfold of the pain,” he snarls once again. “What’re you saying?” I ask to express my confusion. “I am the capo of the Bianchis now, which means that Alessandro holds no power over me,” he smirks, “So, he is my slave, just like everyone else.” He gestures to the guards that stand outside and they drop to their knees.

she asked. “A member of a mafia always carries a gun with him or her, it is part of our clothing” Eva remarked. “Can I borrow it?” she asked. “Sure” Eva took the gun out and gave it to her, Mia collected it and went back to Casper whose eyes had turned into saucers as he saw the gun. The last time someone was holding a gun in his presence he knew how that went. “Let’s go again, what do you mean by what you said at the mountain before you tried to push me?” she repeated.

I added and opened the car gently, picking another gun from the box. I came out of hiding, shooting down anyone on my way to where Dante was. He seemed like their boss, and it was always like that in the mafia world. The boss of the boss is always the main killer. I gestured to Aless, who was fighting off one of the guys, to meet me at the spot where Dante was. The thought that these people killed my brother raced through my mind again. “Fuck you!” I cursed at a guy and shot him right in the center of his head, rage pulsing through my veins.

When Georgia's father exited the store and headed towards the alley where he parked his car, Alessandro followed him. Suddenly, the smoke from an exploding grenade spread throughout the area, while gunshots echoed in the air. Alessandro approached cautiously, on guard, as his heart pounded forcefully in his chest. He knew those shots were coming from the Sicilian mafia, one of the most powerful in the world, even more so than the Black Hand. There was no time to waste. Jeremy could be in mortal danger if he didn't act fast enough.

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.