Mobster Couple Novelas e Histórias

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.

And even in the shadier areas of the city, a studio apartment runs for half of what I make per month as a maid. A dark-skinned woman with tight curly hair and heavy mascara stands in the corner of the studio apartment I am touring with her arms crossed tightly over her chest, looking as though she is doing her best not to touch anything. I can't blame her. The yellowing tile floors are sticky with an unknown substance, the carpet has misshapen stains around the corners of the room that look like water damage or blood, and when I open the single cabinet in the bathroom, I find a roach belly-up inside. It shows how desperate I am that the fact that it is dead gives me great solace. Maybe it me

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.

After a few minutes of driving they pulled in front of a shady looking building at the back of the city and she cast him an uncertain glance. “Are you sure we’re at the right place?” She wondered. “Yup, this is the right place.” He pushed open the door and walked around the car to join her, “Honestly, my favourite part about being in the Mafia and not some random gang is that I get to walk around in suits and have business meetings in five star restaurants instead of run down buildings in the back city.” He ushered her through the rusted metal door and through a few dark hallways till another door guarded by two men with guns came into view.

Tony was about to take the order but Taya was faster and served a bottle of corona along with the glass in a matter of seconds. "Thank you." She said lowly, as she looked up at the man and their gazes collided. Taya heart skipped a bit as her breath was stuck in her lungs. "You are welcome." The man stared back at Taya before he added, "Danger's everywhere." Taking out a pack of cigars and lighter, putting them on the counter. "Yes." Taya was like hypnotized by the man's utterance. "Never rely on anyone. You should have defended yourself. Not even your co worker would survive a fight against a useless cockroach." He took a swig right from the bottle.

"I can't believe Mr. Thomsey is going to get married?! As many women he passed and passed without the slightest concern he finally decided to agree to take his wife!" "I don't know?! He before he agreed; Mr. Thomsi punched Mr. Giorgio twice in the face and in the second blow he knocked Giorgio completely flat to the ground! I've never seen the owner act like this?! I wonder what he said?" Giorgio has him even angry like that?!” "Don't you know that the two are members of the mafia?! Maybe this situation is more normal than you think!" "Yes, I know! That's why I'm trying not to piss anyone off here!"

We were sitting in her room catching up, we hadn't seen each other in two weeks. "Yeah, he should be here soon." Mia replies. Diego Garcia is our other best friend, Mia, Diego, and I have been inseparable since we were seven years old. Suddenly, the door opened, "I've arrived," Diego shouts. He always does this. He's a very dramatic person. Diego Garcia is a hacker for our mafia, along with Mia, much like me, Diego and Mia never go on missions. We mostly work from our warehouses. "Stop screaming, Diego." I scold him jokingly.