Mphfpc Characters Novels & Stories

“It makes men foolish. It makes them blind. You don’t need love you need loyalty. You don’t need affection—you need fear. Men who love die early. Men who are feared live forever. ”So Jason buried the ache. He let his world revolve around loyalty, duty, and the empire that would one day be his. He had few people he truly trusted. Ryan, his closest friend, was one of them. Ryan had grown up in the mafia the same way Jason had—his family loyal to the DeLucas for generations. Where Jason was calculated, Ryan was reckless. Where Jason thought three steps ahead, Ryan liked the thrill of the moment. But together, they made a brutal pair.

He added and for the first time in a really long time, I really hated the name and wanted to change it in that instant. It was Felix, the leader of a different mafia gang and we’re not enemies but we’re not exactly friends either, honestly, I wanted to get rid of him for ruining my moment with Maeve. “What do you want? What the hell are you doing here?” I demanded, lowering my gun and returning it to the holster latched to the back of my trousers. “I thought I saw you,” he answered and I drew my brows together again, “and that Hawthorn girl, the one you manipulated your way into her life.” He added and I groaned internally.

The truth being she's been fucking around with one of his enemies who she now feels a tragic emotion she names love and oh, she is forty percent sure she has procreated with the man. This is the truth she has dared to admit to not only our father but the her murderous fiance. Father might not kill her but her fiance will, he is very vengeful and she has crossed him in a way no man in our world can tolerate. Maybe she has lived as the millionaire's daughter so long that she forgot it was an act. She is a mafia princess, we do as we are told and wait until you're an asset to the family. Maybe it's just I that is an asset because Sofia has always been their daughter, nothing else.

If it was violated in any way, they would come after me and my family. I had met Emilio approximately 6 times. They were all brief meetings when I had visited home. He was a fairly nice man. He never mistreated me and he was always polite, but he was the head of the fucking mafia. I was never the person who dreamed of falling madly in love then getting because my number one example growing up was my parents.

They had known him for years, Carlos and Charles even when they were children, and they had never seen him at his weakest point. Even at his parent's funeral, they didn't see him cry. Of course not. He was the boss of their family, even if he wasn't technically their name, he was their boss. The leader of one of the most powerful mafias in X city. He is ruthless and heartless. So no, Michel didn't cry. But right now, he's breaking. He doesn't care that his people are watching. All his focus is on Fanny. They watched him as the first tears began to flow, rolling down his face as he shook the weak girl back and forth, his arms tightening around hers.

Philip snorted, looked at the other guy, and said, “If you don’t want this to continue, go back and tell your boss not to cause any more trouble for me. Otherwise, I have 100 ways to make all of you disappear from this world!” “Yes… Okay, I’ll bring your words back to my boss!” The man with broken arms nodded repeatedly at this moment, his eyes full of fear—Especially when he watched his companion scratching himself to death alive. The last line of defense in his heart completely collapsed! These two men were monsters! After this issue was resolved, Philip turned to Rick and asked, “Have I offended the Beauty Killers?” Rick looked worried and said, “The person you met at the hospital the oth

Mob character: "Only two lines." Kenchiki: "useless subordinate." Author: That was the first and last time the mob character appeared, not even a name. May he rest in peace. Mob character: "I died?" Kenchiki: *Washing off the blood* Author: " May he rest in peace"

U just had to keep my mouth shut and i feel like I never had such good luck in life because now I just had to go ahead and get involved with a freaking mafia boss. This was my life. This was just my sad and pathetic sad life and it's only just a matter of time before Marco finally kills me and I knew that to help myself and also stay alive I just had to shut up and keep my mouth shut so that I could live longer. My heart was beating so fast and I didn't even know how I was going tj face him. He didn't catch me unlike last time but yet I felt so scared because he was a freaking mafia boss which meant that he could do literally anything to me and that meant killing me in one go

Marcelo leaned back in his chair, staring straight into the eyes of Francisco. Marcelo sat in his leather armchair, puffing on his cigar while Francisco was nervously standing in silence across from him. After a long silence, Marcelo spoke up in a deep, serious voice. "An agreement is an agreement amico," he said, letting out a plume of smoke. Francisco swallowed hard and replied, "I will work for you, I will do anything you want." Marcelo stood up from his chair, towering over Francisco. "What, do you think I am a beast?" he said, his eyes narrowing. "You don't think I am not capable of taking care of your daughter?"

He stared at the way Xavier held his hands—the specific, bladed stance of his fingers. ​"That... that movement," the thug leader stammered in fear, wheezing as blood bubbling at the corner of his mouth. "The 'Coiling Serpent' strike... Only one family taught that. But….They're all dead!" ​Xavier stepped onto the man’s chest, leaning down until their faces were inches apart. "Then you’re looking at an undead man." ​The thug’s voice turned into a terrified whimper. “ If the Don finds out ......"