Novel & Cerita Mobster

He most likely is a bastard. We were greeted by a small brunette and a big man with strong shoulders as we knocked on the oak door. As he shook the man's hand, the father grinned. These are probably the parents. Father gave me a nod. "It's my daughter here. Alessandro Ferrari She is the mafia boss in Italy." Although I did, they failed to notice the contempt in his words.

“Have you heard of the old saying, enemy’s enemy is our best friend?” This time the PA laughed with his boss but his laughter died soon. “I heard Anthony Rodriguez is the most dangerous mobster of the underworld with innumerable killings and illegal businesses in his name. Yet there is not a single case filed against him. The government and the law is at his service. Cops are his watch dogs. So far it is heard nobody could win over him. He is an unbeatable, mighty and very powerful gang leader.”

he said smiling. "God forbids it for me. It seems you ain't getting it, you of all people should know better than me that integrity is far too expensive for your kind. Your life is full of dark shadows; an addict who go about abusing women, you trade in illegal businesses, people are scared of you because you've become a deadly mafia.The troubler of the neighborhood and the worst nightmare of Los Bahamas.Our hood is now a den for thug life all because of Bob Joker". she retorted in rage.

Hard. "I'm not a whore, Eron Castile. You're in the mafia right? That's why you don't want me to know what you do. You speak Spanish and Italian at the same time so you think you have power over all the women in this world, but guess what? You can't own me, you dumb fuck. Enjoy." I ranted​, squatting down almost immediately and pulling down his zipper. I pushed it lower and dragged down his boxer briefs, gasping as his erect cock sprung out, almost slapping my face.

She says something under her breath, which he nods to, and then she stands with her arms folded looking miserable. “Fine,” I say to Vito even though I didn’t hear a fucking word he said. “We’ll do it as you suggested. Call me tomorrow with the details.” I hang up before he has the chance to say anything and I shove my phone in my pocket angrily. I hear a chuckle beside me. It’s Miguel. He has a glass of beer in his hand, and his cheeks are flushed. He’s already somewhat drunk, it seems. He says to me, “Women. It’s tough to understand them, isn’t it?”

You are the weak point of both. I stopped listening. He just said something that had knocked me out. Something so incredible that I couldn't even hear how they used me. No. He had first heard the name G. Greg. Gregory. I understood why they wanted to be called G. I tried to suppress a smile, which was not very appropriate at the time. What was a scary mobster Gregory going to call himself? The worst part was that I had learned his name at a not-too-good time.

“Leo keeps his word,” Susan scoffed, “Oh sure he does. He threatened to hurt you if you didn't return his money in two weeks and sure enough, he did. Of course he keeps his word. I see why you have such faith in him,” she added sarcastically. “And what exactly are you ‘working on’ this time around? Are you going to borrow money from yet another mob boss or are you going to make another bad investment?”

“Talk to me. Really talk to me. What aren’t you telling me?” For a long moment, he didn’t answer. His jaw clenched, his shoulders visibly tense. Then, finally, he spoke, his voice low and gravelly. “There’s a man,” he began, each word carrying the weight of something deeply buried. “A Russian mobster. He’s not like the other ones we’ve dealt with. He’s calculated. Patient. Years ago, there was… an issue. A shipment that went south, a deal that was never resolved. He lost money, pride, and now he’s out for blood.” My breath hitched. “And he’s coming for you?”

The black Masevati crashed into the garbage dump with a loud slam. The cars that had been chasing after it zipped closely behind in the rain, the men inside watching as the Masevati tumbled a few times into a gigantic pile of rubbish. As soon as the men drove into the entrance of the garbage dump, a few black cars appeared, blocking their way. The man who came out of the car at the front was none other than Todd, one of the most notorious gangsters in Merchant City.

mobster husband. I walk into my home after a long day at college, and the first thing I find welcoming me was a man, holding a loaded gun to the head of my dad. Dad saw me freaked out. "Hey! What's going on?". I said as I let go of my bags and ran to save him. But the man, takes his hand back, following with the gun .... "Muna, why are you here so early?". Dad went up from his knees and slinked me back to his frightened gaze. "Dear, go to your bedroom,'. Dad instructed.