Mha Musutafu Novels & Stories

If they act too rashly and demand the soldiers and associates in the mafia to come clean, this would only inadvertently alert the enemy. *author's little note - soldiers and associates are the lowest rank in the mafia hierarchy* A snarl flittered across his face, the pulse in his temple pounding. "I should have killed the bastard myself!" He then slammed the table hard when the worst images flickered across his mind—his tesoro and piccolo.

Alessandro Caprio Call me stupid because I know I was. I didn't take Daniel's advice first wrong move, second I underestimated the Mosta's strength which I shouldn't have. Long before we took over our mafias we used to go to school and train together. So I should have known.

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Hayden asks changing the topic. Harsh immediately gives answers with reports as evidence. "They have begun rebelling, and they are using their weapons against the weak." Harsh starts, presenting pictures of their deeds. "And their leader is a black, he is from Africa. His name is Paul Ebuka." Harsh concludes, Hayden is quiet for a while. "Is there any vacancy in our staff?" He asks instead, Harsh nods. "Good, cause I have a certain someone in mind." He says, eyes distant.

I drank three or four glasses trying to relax and let go of what was happening. And that's when I saw him. when I realized that the animal stood up with her. It could only be a mistake, my eyes were deceiving me. it was not possible that such a disgrace could have happened right before my eyes, like a plane crashing in the middle of the woods, like a very ugly car accident! Damn, my heart raced. He stood smiling at me with a devilish face, raised the cup again, and Mirella looked at him with shining eyes, looking so delighted.

it grew from bad to worse when I was kidnapped by a mafia leader. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

she snapped. Carlo's hand clenched into a fist, his face filled with emotions, mostly anger, like he wanted to punch her but was doing everything not to. "Really? How disappointing. I always thought you were more than this, thought you were intelligent and knew what you wanted, but I was wrong! You're just another foolish slut!" he insulted. "Do you know that Mr. Mason has been taken to the hospital due to your vile actions? Do you know how enormous the bills are going to be? You're done for if he decides to take legal action against you!"

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The opulence of the place was always something that caught my attention, but today, my focus was solely on the man beside me, pain evident in his every movement. We were barely out of the car when the side door to the mansion opened, revealing a middle-aged man with silver hair, glasses perched on his nose, and a medical bag in hand. This was Dr. Mitchell, a trusted ally of Logan’s and, as Logan explained on our way inside, a man who had patched up more mafia wounds than anyone in the city. Without wasting a moment, he gestured towards one of the plush sofas in the expansive living room. “Sit,” he ordered Logan, who complied without protest, clearly used to the doctor’s no-nonsense demeanor.