Mphfpc Characters Novels & Stories

Xavier I sat in my torture room with the evil spy that was sent by a rival mafia group to get information from my cabal. My men had already beaten him to a pulp and he looked so battered like he had gone through hell and back and to be fair he really deserves everything that was done to him. Aside from the fact that he was a spy sent by a rival mafia group, this man was also a rapist and child trafficker. I had one of my boys look into him and his record was truly disgusting.

Charles said. “You are a good storyteller, but you haven’t told us the name of your friend,” Xavier said, and gazed at Charles’ face. “Oh; pardon me. His name is Macpherson,” Charles said. “Professor MacPherson?” Xavier said. “Yeah. Have you heard his name before?” Charles said. “Of course, yes! I think you’ve told us a true story; Lucas, am I right?” Xavier said and glimpsed at Lucas’ face. “Yes, you are,” Lucas said.

"Well, Darick rarely sleeps, whether it's day or night. He sticks to a very rigid schedule of exercise and managing the day-to-day business of, hmm—” "Running his mafia," I interrupted. “Yeah," she laughed bashfully. "The only members that live in the house are Darick, Vicktor, who is Darick's second in command, Wendall, William, and Amber. The rest of the crew are spread out in different locations." "Do they all have superpowers like Darick?" I asked, chewing on the bread slowly.

As if she'd never been. And there he was. Raphael. In the dim light of the pub, he looked more monster than man. Drenched in black. Jaw clenched. Red eyes blazing. His presence alone hushed the room. "We’re leaving," he said coldly. Martha didn't move. Her legs were heavy. Her soul heavier. "You heard me. Get up." "No," she said softly, though her voice quivered. Raphael walked closer, leaned down, and grabbed her arm. "You think you have a choice? You don’t."

...Trinity POV... Everything is happening so fast now. I only have but just met Colton, and we have already been through so much together. Just a few days ago, I was a normal woman, and now, as crazy as it does sound, I am set to become what men in Colton's world call a Mafia Queen. Do I know what I am doing? Not the slightest bit at all, but with Colton by my side, I shall be able to set my mind to do what it is to what I wish it would be doing.

I kept on repeating while moving stepping back. My fingers were trembling so badly but that was the least of my concerns. This was a nightmare. A sick, twisted joke. I knew what this meant… I had heard the stories. The Mafian King, A man that can put terror on anyone just from his mere presence. He was a ruthless man who ruled with an iron hand. And not just that, the terrible way he treats his numerouse concubines like a plaything is nothing to write home about. I remember a particular story of his fellow rival mafia who refused to obey him.

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If anything, my years as dispatcher had taught me resilience. Where did a man with no digital footprint conduct his real business? I hesitated and breached regional security clearance files. My breath caught. Got him. His pictures flooded my screen. Devastating photos, each one carrying an unsettling energy. The kind that could make good women ignore their instincts. The file expanded and my blood turned cold. Dominic Morvanti was one of the largest weapons manufacturers in the region. The man who made me feel seen. The man who called me Little Bird. The man who looked at me like I was precious.

They reacted instantly, rushing forward with their hands on the hilts of their swords to block her path, their expressions fierce. "Easy," a voice called out, followed by a low, dark chuckle. The two men stopped mid-stride as Malphas stepped out from the largest tent. He was a towering man with pale, cold eyes and a smirk that never reached them. He wore a cloak of dark fur and carried a piece of charred meat in one hand.

And the first thing that enters my panicking mind is ‘why is he so hot? Chapter Question: do you like Mafia romance?