Mha Gentle Criminal Novels & Stories

*** *** The journey home had been a really quiet one, more gloomy, I couldn't wait to find who was responsible for this, I couldn't wait to know who this bastard was. If I found whoever it was, I would feed their dead bodies to the birds. Though people do cross my part one in a while and also challenge my authorities, I have never seen anything like this. No one has had the mind to do something as gruesome as this. Which was why I couldn't wait to find out who this bastard was and when I eventually find them, I will show them why I am the mafia Boss. I shook my head, the hairs at the back of my head standing, it pains me so much that I feel helpless in this situation l, like I didn't have a

He didn't catch me unlike last time but yet I felt so scared because he was a freaking mafia boss which meant that he could do literally anything to me and that meant killing me in one go I couldn't bear it just the thought of death terrified me and yet I rotlsnr escape from this place that wasn't even sure if I would ever come out alive and I didn't even know what to do next but one thing was for sure, I was going to keep my mouth shut bro increase my chances of living. " Mia," I suddenly heard shooting me back to reality. I turned to see moa dressed in her normal maid's attire with her hair ties up into a pony tail. She looked all vibrant this morning with a charming smile that I wondered

The teacher scolds us both, but all I can hear and see is his smile. He fixed me, he’s my serotonin, my very own drug. My feeling for him feels illegal, but he’ll still be my favorite crime. “Mr. Alex Sheperd and Mr. Conan Gray, this is not the time for chit chatting, now answer my question or you’ll meet the principal. “ We faced each other with a smile on our faces. We grabbed our bags and willingly took our punishment. This shocked our professor as he stopped talking until we left the room. We didn’t answer his question, it’s not like we could answer it anyway.

"Why not us?" "Well, it's... Uhm how do I put it?" He stammered, his eyes darting around the room. "It's difficult to trust a person with your record, Ms. Morris," Mrs Davis provided. "My records?" I echoed my stomach twisting into a knot. "I have maintained a good record since I took over this company. My portfolio could speak for itself anywhere." "Well, to put it bluntly, we can't trust someone who is foolish enough to take the fall for another person's crime." Mr Hamilton provided.

I pushed myself off the table and walked toward him slowly. My footsteps echoed in the empty warehouse. “This shouldn’t take long,” I said calmly. The man coughed suddenly, while blood spilled from his mouth as he bent forward, struggling to breathe. “That is,” I continued, “if you cooperate.” The man slowly lifted his head, his eyes barely open. He looked terrified. Good. Fear made people honest. “Who sent you?” I asked, my voice was calm, almost bored. The man swallowed painfully. “I’ve already told you,” he muttered weakly. “I’m just a petty thief. I saw a rich woman walking alone and thought she would be easy to rob.”

“From what I understand, he has next to nothing to do with the Mafia. He’s an innocent young man.” Rossi scoffs. “He’s the son of the Mafia Family. Makes him guilty by association.” “That’s a terrible way to view the world.” “Don’t preach from the moral high ground, Xander. It doesn’t suit you. As far as I’m concerned, you’re just as bad and you’ll get what’s coming to you too.” I shake my head in disbelief. “You hacked into our phones and lured us outside of the hotel. How long have you been watching us?”

Danny stands guard at the door of the boutique, while the rest of his team sit outside in vans, waiting to spring into action as needed. It's been two weeks since I started therapy, and things are gradually starting to get better. I'm finally confronting the grief of losing Alicia and one day, I may even be ready to talk about Nathan. My therapist, Dr. Drake, is well-acquainted with the mafia. I'm sure Diego wouldn't have chosen her otherwise. I have too much blood on my hands to confess my sins to a regular therapist.

Melissa finished Giovanna’s sentence, as if it were a well-known mantra around here. “Now let’s stop talking about this and let the girl eat in peace. We don’t want her getting indigestion thinking about them.” The woman leaned down, gave my face a friendly pat, and left the room. I stared at the door, trying to understand what kind of mafia universe allowed servants to feel so comfortable. It felt like I was in a parallel world.

Nora hesitated. Her mind was muddled, her thoughts sluggish. It took her a few seconds to think of what to say, and it was a rejection she thought was polite enough. "I don't want to trouble you, Director Mason." Mason chuckled. "Oh no, not at all. It's my pleasure that a beauty like you would allow me to lead you to your room." The hair on her neck rose at the overly-familiar tone, and she seemed to regain even more clarity as she shook her head again, but with more force. "No—"

Ariana legs immediately went wobbly as she fell down on her knees, her poor heart was beating wildly as she thought she was going to die today. No one had ever pointed a gun at her and this man that was supposed to be her husband looked like he was going to pull the trigger if she dared disagree with him. That took her back to the fact that he had a gun in his back pocket all this while, was he some kind of criminal? Perhaps a drug dealer? Ariana shivered at the mere thought of her living with a criminal.