Novelas y relatos de Mafia The Series: Guns And Freaks

Michelle yelled from downstairs Somewhere In Germany** It's a shoot out between the two most dangerous mafia gang in Germany The graves putting on nothing but black and the bettle wore anything at random Here in the abandoned subway station, Lewis stood defiant with a submachine gun in his hand Tikka stood right beside,her two handed sword in her right arm and Eros stood with dozens of daggers in his pockets "How do you want to die,by sword or gun?" Ethan the head of the gang said "Digging your own grave "Lewis replied preparing his bullets

Not that it’s important. I shake my head and glare at one of the guards, who looks like he’s responsible for the music. He’s bopping his head to the beat, completely oblivious to the chaos around him. I have the desperate itch to pull out my gun from my waistband and drill his chest with all the bullets. But then I stop that line of thought because I quickly realize that the tiny animals in onesies in my backyard are none other than the future of this mafia organization that I’m trying so hard to run and maintain and grow.

Just like always Eliot, my assistant was present by my side. Francesco Russo, the biggest mafia leader in Milan, head of the Vipers, and my current business partner, stood at the far end of the giant hall, dressed like he was heading to an opera instead of dealing with illegal guns and diamonds. He looked tall, sharp, and smiling like a man who either just made a billion dollars or killed someone. Well, it could be both. “Raven!” he greeted, and walking over to me with arms open like we were long lost brothers. We weren’t. But business is business, so pretending was what kept it going.

Georgia wanted to burst out, but she tried to collect herself altogether before it could happen. “Well, yeah. That really is your one million question.” Jennifer took a bite first, while Georgia was observing her. “Have you heard about mafias?” she threw another question, instead of answering directly. Furrowed brows, Georgia replied as she began to touch her food, “Mafias? Aren’t those popular in fiction?” she asked as she prepared a bite of fried rice. The spoon was already half-way through her mouth, when she halted as realization struck her.

Mirabella The place fell into pin drop silent… "Oh Hell No.. No No No! " I pulled away from dad and looked at them, who looked both panicked and guilty… "Are you guys for real?! You guys are freaking mafia?!?! " I narrowed my eyes at dad, who nodded… confirming my words. I stood there silently trying to soak in the information… I didn't feel scared but so giddy… I always had a fantasy of mafia life. And my obsession with those cool-looking guns… I would die to get one for myself. And the adrenaline rush of chasing... Oh My God!

Fear was loyalty in its purest form. The door creaked open softly. Marco entered, carrying a tablet and a black folder. His eyes flicked briefly to the bandage before returning to Adrien’s face. “You should still be resting,” he said. Adrien leaned back slightly, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “I rest when I’m dead. What do we have?” Marco set the folder on the bed. “We traced the shooter’s weapon. Custom-made, Russian steel. Only a handful of people in Italy have access to it.”

Somehow, I underestimated his strength as he was able to snap the gun from my hand before delivering a punch to my stomach. Pain flared across my ribs, but I grinned through it. “That’s all?” I mocked, sliding away from him while pulling my spare pistol from my back pocket. “You really think a mafia wouldn’t have a spare?” Bang. The big fella collapsed, his weight shaking the floorboards. I used his body as cover while I picked up my first gun back up. My hands didn’t like getting dirty, and the stink of blood wasn’t something I planned to wear tonight.

Lucas explained, I sat up on the hospital bed “Branded him with what?” I asked “I don't know but him being branded is sort of a Mafia thing. Who ever killed him rans a Cartel and was sending a message” Lucas explained, I covered my palms remembering how heavily guarded Vincent was, who would manage to kill him?. “And am guessing it's not Lord and his gang” I said “No it isn't. I don't even know if Lord is aware of this” Lucas said with a sign, he sat next to me looking as dejected as I felt.

They found a technician working on what he told them to be a sound system that would stimulate the sound of nature and would display heat signatures like that of a prey or opponent. “Your father did most of the work,” Anna spun around and saw the renowned Doctor Maria Rodriguez, the leader of the medical team, who was a renowned expert in lycanthropic medicine and known to provide compassionate and specialized care to both the military and the civilian werewolf population. She had led the hospital well and they now utilize the latest research and technology to develop personalized treatment plans, addressing everything from lunar cycle management to chronic pain and anxiety. As Doctor Maria

she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. Alessandro cleared his throat, composing himself. "So...yes, they are mafia." "Mafia?" she repeated. "You mean the ones with hats and black suits, guns strapped all over their bodies?" "I’m not sure they’re always on suits.” He said, sipping his coffee. “but I mean the ones who rule with brutality, who traffic drugs and guns, who extortion and violence, are their only languages. The ones who will stop at nothing to maintain their power and control. Yes, that’s the one."