Mha Musutafu Novels & Stories

“That’s your job.” For a few seconds, there was only the sound of the wind in the trees. Then Murphy pulled something small from inside his coat. A folded pouch. “Belladonna,” he said. “It’s a slow poison. Just a tiny bit in his tea each day. He won’t feel anything. One day, he just won’t wake up.” I stared at it like it was fire. “I can’t,” I whispered. Murphy stepped closer and pressed the pouch into my hand. “Yes, you can. And you will.”

I sat with Mia and Zara at a table near the lake, trying my best to match their energy. Mia was already in full planning mode, scrolling through her phone. “Today’s exercises look intense. There’s a trust fall challenge and a problem-solving relay. We should coordinate our outfits so we look like a real team. Ava, you should wear that blue top you packed it brings out your eyes.”

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.

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I need serious help. She's the person to help me. We walked into her house.. no wait... mansion... No wait.... castle!! I don't even know how to describe it!! It was huge and mighty. Everyone started greeting Diego and Martins. All the guards and soldiers there started bowing and prostrating. He was like a king here.. or More like the cousin to one of the richest anf most influential Mafians in the world. We walked into her dinning room, she was having breakfast.

Muah. >

He stands up straighter, towering over me, his dark eyes swirling with a storm of secrets he refuses to share. “I’m a mafia leader, Harper. There is always someone out there trying to get at me,” he says bluntly, his chest rising and falling heavily. He looks away from me, a flash of genuine pain crossing his face. “And now, they can hurt you to get to me. You’re a weakness.”

Mashkur glared at the phone. "Because I'm Muhsin Malik." Muhsin smirked. "You're not helping but you still helped, I'll talk to her about it now." Mashkur sighed. "Thank God you grew a pair." Muhsin dramatically breathed out a sigh. "Bye." Mashkur said dryly before his friend starts his lectures. • "Chocochips, what's up? Are you home already?" Afnaan bombarded her with questions in a single breathe not even waiting for her to talk.

I took a step backward when I saw how his eyes got a bit bigger, and there was a smirk emerging on his lips. "Look at the bright sides. You get to learn to defend yourself, become more independent, and have a delicious dinner. Plus, a handsome teacher," he said and started walking away. My mind was now frozen at the thought of a free delicious meal. "Will there be a lot of delicious items?" I asked while trying to keep up with him. He was a mafia leader, and he was loaded, so he must have his personal cook, right? "I knew you would agree after hearing about food. And yes, you will get a lot of delicious food, trust me. Then, my driver will drop you home," he said and stopped in front of his