Mobster Couple Novels & Stories

It’s something I struggle with, because I lose my temper as soon as I sense mockery or even disrespect. Miguel slaps my back. He looks as exhausted as I feel. Five damn hours of negotiation and there was no deal. “We’ll get it tomorrow. These guys love being fucking dramatic.” I say nothing. I reach inside my pocket for a pack of cigarettes and light one. I stand with my back against the wall with my cigarette dangling from my lips as I fight to loosen my tie. I let it drop to the floor. Miguel picks it up and pockets it. “You’re making a mess.”

"Just kidding! You don't take jokes well. Eat up so you can put some meat on those bones." I raised an eyebrow. "Do you honestly expect me to enjoy my meal with you right in front of me?" I retorted. He leaned in. "Quite the sharp tongue you got there, huh?" "If you know, then leave," I retorted and resumed eating. This guy is disrupting my meal. I knew it; he'd just tease me. He and Luigi are so different from each other. Unlike him, Luigi is serious and hardly cracks a smile. I've probably seen him smile only twice in the weeks I've been staying here. How on earth did they become friends with such opposite personalities?

I got to go now, I need to arrange my stuffs in the closet. Okay. Bye. I hung up and dropped my phone on the bed sighing. I heard the door in the living room open and I guessed Jace was back. I walked out of the room and I saw him sit on the couch tiredly. "Where did you go?" I asked approaching him. "Out why?" He asked looking at me. "You didn't tell me you were leaving." I said folding my hands. "Well the last time I checked, we aren't real couples and no one Is around now, so stop acting like

How would he face his Al when she asks him of his involvement with a mafia? "Come on. Put it on." She ordered and stepped out of the car like a haunted queen ready to overtake an empire. Covering his face and hands properly, he stepped out; his feet were shaking. The building was her client’s husband's company, who had stolen the presentation papers of his wife's company. The competition between the spouse was so bad that they resorted to almost hating the other in the process. Not having any other choice, the lady had to finally hire Simone to teach a lesson to her self-contained husband or this is what she thought, the lady had done.

I wanted my pups to always know how loved they were and how wanted. “Boss I got something urgent,” Mickey said, storming into my office with Robert in tow. They closed the doors. “I’m leaving in a few just handle it,” I said, dismissively. I quickly wiped my damp cheek and sat down in the big chair. Robert set his laptop down on the desk and brought up some security camera footage of what looked like a restaurant. “I got two men in the bar here, eyes on confirmation,” Mickey said. Robert turned the screen around and I was looking at the men we’d been hunting now for over two months. Gregor Smith and Bronson Watkins. Hired thugs who helped Maxim … the ones who provided the poison that killed

Nick yelled back from his truck, ignited it and zoomed off the scene. Angel smiled brilliantly, Nick was starting to accept her little by little, before long they would be unbeatable duos. She knew how good Nick was, that was why she was trying her best to work with him even when she resented him not acknowledging her. She gazed at the restaurant where the victim’s car was parked, she’d have to finish up the investigation... *** Simon stopped at the Simpsons Nightclub, it’d been a while since he drank alcohol, maybe it’d help him get over his wife death more quickly. He had no intentions of giving Freddy back his money, instead; he needed to plan his revenge.

Harshly, but royally he pulled out the chair for himself to sit as Danica gently pulled her, with her shaky hands. She was strictly ordered to sit beside him and act like his wife since they were married tor almost 9 months. The maids quickly served them the dinner as Zeke and Danica started eating. The maids stood aside shaking, everyone feared Zeke. Of course why shouldn't they? Zeke is a mafia boss. Being cruel, heartless, brutal and rough was what he was taught to. Everyone had to think multiple times before doing anything because they knew, one wrong step and they're gone.

He was about to punch me when he stopped and became pale and weaker. The knife I used was small but, it had a deadly poison. "Goodbye, dog of a mafia org." I'm a killer, yeah, I'm not just an ordinary model. I hate Mafia the most. I love killing them. ------- "Wifey, awake, awake!" I woke up when Warren jumped on our bed. "What's the matter Warren?" I asked sleepily. He lay down next to me and moved his foot. "You have a male visitor. His name is Yuhan." He said while pouting.

I want to step away, but there is an alley just behind me and the thought of what could be lurking in there is worse than the reality ahead of me. The devil you know, I guess. "I'd rather go inside and go to sleep," I admit. "But I doubt I have much of a choice." The blonde man smiles, a silver crown sparkling in the back of his mouth. "I'm afraid not." "What is this about?" The dark-haired man growls at my tone like a dog who has just spotted a squirrel. "We ask the questions." The blonde man holds out a hand to his partner, easing him back. "We know you work for the Paplovs."

I lost my balance and pitched forward, tumbling down the steps. The moment I hit the ground, a searing, tearing pain shot through my abdomen. The crowd swarmed, their jeers turning into a roar: "Look, she fell! Hahaha!" "Serves her right! Karma's a bitch, why didn't she break her neck!" "Trash like that deserves a beating!" In an instant, the thin line of security broke, and the angry mob surged forward, raining kicks and blows on me. A warm wetness spread down my thigh, and my blood ran cold. I knew.