Mobster Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I'm busy with something." "Right, so there's been a few hindrances," Marct said, standing up from Jackson's lap and walking over to me. "I just had a report from my guys. Someone has been following Jackson in the last week," I fought the urge to gasp and kept a straight face, while my heart picked up. "Two people, to be exact. They're from another Mafia. The Scorpios," Marct placed his iPad right in front of me, showing a picture of a man walking across the screen, wearing all black, with a cap covering his face. Right at the back of his left hand was a tattoo of a scorpion. "Do you recognise it?"

he asked, his brow furrowed. I struggled to catch my breath, the words spilling out in a hysterical rush. "I was abducted...by this scary, narcissistic guy with an eyepatch and his goons! They are dangerous, you have to help me!" The officer's expression shifted, a strange gleam entering his eyes. "You have come to the right place," he murmured, a chilling smile spreading across his lips. "I know who you are talking about, his name is Deangelo Luis Valladares, also known as Scorpion. He is the don of drugs and the most feared mafia in the city, and one of the four fathers."

She wasn’t going to make it on time, and this was one day she couldn’t be late for. “Ms. Rumero?” A polite man in a suit stopped her in her frantic tracks. “Ready to get to work?” “Wow, Uber is fast,” she blurted out stupidly. “Wait. I didn't even open the app.” “I’m your driver, Damien,” he said. Casello sent me.” “I … what?” Everything was happening really fast, and she couldn't hope to keep up with it all. First the dress. Then the sex. Then the condo. And now a personal driver?

Avri clicked on the blue-colored mob link. A mob boss by the name of Ramirez appeared on the screen, and she read the report. Ramirez was noted for making deals with criminals on the run who wanted or needed to make a lot of money in a short amount of time. Using force and blackmail to get investors' money in real estate was one of his specialties.

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.”

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” “As I’m sure you’re aware, I’m not calling to chat,” came the gruff voice on the other end. “It’s done, Logan.” “It’s… done?” “The Italian mobster found them.” I leaned against my desk, a strange sense of relief and a swirl of other emotions flooding through me all at once.

AUTHOR: - V MAIN CHARACTERS: - Sarah Bert- Age- 22. A second-year college student and a part-time worker. Kind, sympathetic and loves helping others. Falls in love easily. Hates violence. Bible Holding- Age- 25. Mafia and manages his brother’s business. Trustworthy, rude and has guilty conscience. Playboy and doesn’t attach feelings towards anyone easily. Loves violence.

Finally, the bartender left his station, taking a seat next to Chiara. He placed his hand on her thigh, clearly taking advantage of the fact that Chiara was drunk and not in the right state of mind. “So, I’m Gambino. What’s your name?” He asked, flashing her a slight smile. Chiara’s cheeks reddened. If it was back then, she would have pushed his hand off and complimented it with a slap but she was much too intoxicated to care. “Chiara.” She muttered, her eyes locked on his green ones.

Right in between his legs and he bell back with a groan. “ Bitch!” He snarled at me, his eyes darkened. I shriveled in fear, my neck shrunk and my eyes went low as I avoided his gaze. I mumbled repeatedly, “ I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to. “ I knew what these men were and amongst all of them, he was the strongest, the one with the real power. The capo. And I just had the audacity to kick his dick. The Mafia had one rule,

he said. Jax Phoenix Martinez. The renowned, brutal and deadly American Mafia Boss. Cops shiver and shake when he enters the streets and criminals only have the utmost respect for him. The most lunatic and mad man you will ever meet. He tortures his enemies for days on end letting them beg for mercy all they can. Cold-blooded and heartless. 'So, what if it is his turf?' I questioned. 'It's dangerous to be on his turf with no protection.' Reese replied.