Mafia The Series: Guns And Freaks の小説・ストーリー

"Make the preparations. Double the guards at the mill. Dante wants a war? He'll get a funeral." ********* Miles away, Dante Moretti lounged in his study, the room a sanctuary of dark leather and gleaming weapons racks. The adrenaline from the warehouse raid still thrummed in his veins, his knuckles raw from the fight, coat singed from the flames. Liam stood nearby, coordinating with the crew via radio, his face etched with the weariness of endless operations. The phone buzzed on the desk, an anonymous number, but Dante knew. He snatched it up, opening the message: a photo of Alessia, her wrists raw from ropes, face pale but unbroken, with GPS coordinates pinned to an old mill on the city's f

My disgust when I realised that the overly religious bastard trying to bring me down, built a church and dutifully attended mass but trafficked the young and helpless when he didn't need to. The Mafia crime ring didn't have to be dishonourable. Him and the others I have taken out were the scum of my world. He was the last of the dishonourable dons in the mafia world. I had picked him right outside the church. Eliminating him and his likes had been my life's work, a work my father started and I was finishing. "Bring me four of his fingers, two from each hand," I order my man, sipping the gin.

Niccolo, my cousin, was insane, but he was good with a gun and ran them without getting taken down. Which wasn't easy to do. And Dario? He was a good five years older than me but he had no desire to run anything. His expertise lay in cooking books and laundering money. Each of them played a role and I couldn't run things as smoothly as I did without them. "What's going on, Ama?" Riccardo pried. "Two more of our warehouses were hit last night." "Shit," Gabriele frowned, our impasse forgotten. "What was taken?"

Mastering low-level weapons. [Mafia class 1: Have 100 victory points. Ability to deal with 10-15 adults. Mastering mid-grade weapons.] [Brand Mafia is divided into three stages. Low, Normal and Cruel.] [ #low class: Has 150 victory points. Master at least 20 martial arts moves. Mastering mid-grade weapons.] [ #Normal Class: Has 200 victory points. Have at least 25 martial arts moves. Master two intermediate weapons at one time.] [ #Cruel Class: Has 300 victory points. Master at least 50 martial arts moves. Proficient in using high-end weapons.]

Camellia still remembered the warmth on her chest, that was his blood, warming her heart. "I must be crazy!" Herman said. "I must be crazy too," Camellia shook her head, wondering what she was thinking. It wouldn't matter if one person went crazy, but if both went crazy, then the world would go crazy. This was something that Camellia's rationality did not allow. She remembered firmly that they were both mafia members. Whether it was the Ghost Gang or the First Terrorist Organization, they were mortal enemies. She holstered her silver gun and picked up the gun from the ground. With one glance, she recognized it as the American Death Gun, with power comparable to her precious one.

“You—you’re the ghost?” “Ace and I are partners,” she said simply. “Please,” he begged. “Let me go. I won’t tell anyone—” “No can do,” I said, placing the gun to his head. “You betrayed your mafia.” I pulled the trigger. Alexia stretched her arms like she’d just woken up from a nap. “Well. The Lebanese mafia is after me, and the Australian mafia is after us. They declared war, didn’t they? Anyway… I wanna watch a movie.”

Bianca’s POV “What is going on?” I asked, my voice shaky as my lace slipped halfway down my arm. My hands were trembling too much to fix it. Dante sat up from the bed and slammed his fist against the wall. His jaw tightened as his eyes darted toward the ceiling, like he could already hear the chaos above us. “It’s mafia war,” he said finally. “But they call it a game.” I blinked at him. “A game?” My voice cracked. “There are gunshots outside, Dante! What kind of game is that?”

Mike immediately walked in and closed the door behind him. "Boss, You were right..." he replied extending a tabloid towards Nathan. The tabloid had some of the recorded videos. "Michael is back..." Nathan's eyes narrowed as he saw the footage on the screen. Michael Grayson, aka Gaga, was like a sworn enemy to Nathan, leading one of the mafia gang in Italy. He was both dangerous and ruthless. Though Nathan was also related to the mafia, he always had his hands clean. Unlike him, Michael's gang deals with all sorts of illegal activities. Killing, smuggling improper contents were his normal businesses.

Mario said, stopping us on our track and making me look at him. "We have guns because we are mafia men." I froze. He nodded. Did he.....did he just say mafia men?

I said with a bitter tone making henry look at me and Jake take a deep sigh. After waiting for that said transaction we all are waiting for the right time to attack. As expected Marz Pilkin is present as they make the transaction. This time it is a deal for drugs and illegal guns. I sign everyone and we all came out of our hiding place. I am using the sniper rifle as I snipe those men in their legs and arms. Marz is alerted and holding the cases of money he tries escaping but I snipe his arm making him drop the case and he looks in our direction making me smile in satisfaction seeing his angry face with pain. “Let’s get out of here!” The mafia leader said as he is holding his gun as he aims