Mha On Crack Novels & Stories

Or so she thought. “Apologies, mother. I just wanted to help you out” she said fighting the tears from falling. “If you want to help out, ask your husband to allot a specific berth for Uncle Clint” “Uncle Clint has secured a deal overseas. It’s an import/export business and it cannot be delayed” Minerva has composed herself again. “Don’t worry about the marina, Celine. Uncle Clint has a lot of dealings from overseas” “This Maverick deal is just spare change to us” she said arrogantly.

Dante's Pov "Mama i'm fine” I said yet again to my mother, she worries alot and i get it she doesn't like this life of guns and criminal activities but it’s my life now,matter of fact it’s who i am now. Growing up, My dad trained me with guns and rifles when i was just thirteen, he would remind me how i would one day take over the mafia and i will have to command respect amongst my men that being all nice would only get me killed. Before he died he was not the best father but still i respected how he controlled and ruled the mafia.

the American asks, snapping a pair of black nitrile gloves onto his hands. "I don't know. Hundred and eighty?" the second tactical guy says. He sounds French. He walks over and grabs my chin, wrenching my head up. His thumb digs directly into the broken hinge of my jaw. Pain flares so hot and bright I actually see stars. He stares into my eyes, checking my pupil dilation. "Heart rate is sluggish. He's crashing." "Give him the stimulant first," the American says. He pulls a vial from the foam. "We need him alert. Then prep twenty cc's of the scopolamine cocktail. If he's under a buck-eighty, that's enough to strip the inhibitions without triggering respiratory failure."

When the red haze of fury finally cleared, I found myself standing over Helena's prone form, my hands sticky with blood. The warehouse had fallen silent, the fight over. But the real battle, I realized as I turned to face Aliyah's shocked gaze, was just beginning. Aliyah Sundane The world had tilted on its axis, everything I thought I knew crumbling around me. Alessandro, my Alessandro, was standing before me, his hands dripping with blood, his eyes wild with a fury I'd never seen before. Mafia. The word echoed in my mind, alongside the images from the folder Helena had shown me. Newspaper clippings of gang violence, photos of Alessandro with known criminals, documents detailing illegal oper

"Maybe she just prefers younger guys. We should have had you go to her instead. But it’s a lost deal now, so we have to think of another way. How about the Michele’s?" "They hold twelve percent and the last time we went to them—" "They wanted a bigger profit than what they’re offering." I hiss through my teeth, wondering if the world has always been so greedy. "We aren’t currently stable to buy it from them," Zack says, and I nod, drumming my fingers against the desk before I open my mouth. "How about we just lend it and then buy later?"

"Goddess, why now?" Nora almost broke into tears. Of all times for her heat to strike, it just had to be in the middle of a damn escape. Her suppressant, her only lifeline was in her handbag, and her bag was still in that private room! She couldn't even turn back if she wanted to. Soon enough, her vision began to blur, her head feeling heavy, and only one word kept echoing unrelentingly in her mind. C*ck. C*ck.

he said. "I Know he always gave me strength," I said and he smiled sadly. "There is another thing my friend is currently trying to cope up with his depression," he said worry written on his face. "I can understand I have been through the face of depression" I said and he just hummed. "So are you okay with this? I will give you 70 thousand dollars if you want to work undercover with me" He said and I nearly choked. "What are the rules?" I asked "You will have to live in the mansion. Your contract is for 45 days.

Sabrina’s POV It's been a few days since the nightmares have resurfaced, and they seem to be growing more vivid and disturbing with each passing night. Today, Michal and I find ourselves in the cozy yet professional office of Dr. Gray, the only medical professional trusted by the mafia. Her role is far from ordinary; she is not just a doctor but a trusted confidant who serves in multiple capacities, including obstetrics and gynecology, personal therapy, and everything else the intricate world of the mafia demands.

The email read; “Dear student, Evans Hart, due to your excellence in your studies, we the school council wouldn’t want your talent to go to waste because of your personal life, so we have decided to give you a rare opportunity to get your certificate. The opportunity will have you leave the country and go to Canada to intern under a doctor in a famous hospital. There, you’ll gain experience and also the opportunity to get your degree. Please, inform us if you’re interested so we can discuss and also arrange things with immediate effect. Sent by Professor Charles."