Mr Fodder Novels & Stories

He was wearing a buttoned-up black shirt with black jeans, and I had to admit, the outfit looked really nice on him; especially for the occasion. "Today is Sunday, so..." he trailed off. Chuckling, I put my hands in the pocket of my black hoodie. The weather wasn't that cold, yet I wore a hoodie with my shorts because it was comfortable and I had intended to go to the supermarket only. "I never knew Mafia leaders had a holiday too," I commented and started walking to the entrance of the graveyard. "Mafia leaders also need rest," he informed me and walked with me. "By the way, whom are we meeting here?" he asked curiously when I was silent.

Well, here’s the backstory: The day had begun with good intentions. She’d woken up determined to find a *legitimate* job, an ambitious thought given her track record. While strolling through Armsville, her eyes fell on a notice tacked up outside the general store: **“Workers needed for various tasks at Mr. Bradley's. Strong men wanted. Compensation to be discussed with Mr. Bradley. I'll be waiting."** Perfect, she thought—until the store owner snapped her back to reality. "I’ve warned you about hanging around my store, you little rat!" The middle-aged Ms. Tiffany scolded, broom in hand.

Everyone in the room held their breath as they watched him read it. Watching him go from fury to rage in an instant. As soon as he was done, he crumpled the report and threw it to the side. No one dared to speak, they all watched him with fear, their hearts in their hands now. "Who is the leader of 'The Scorpions'?" Hayden asked, his voice grave. "Paul E. from Africa." Came Harsh's reply. Hayden's eyes narrowed, "Is that so?" He asked, clicking his tongue, to which Harsh hastily nodded.

No distractions… Mr. X (online) — Is that the only reason? I hope this has nothing to do with our “joke”… Or something I did… Thalia (online) — Just that, X. You were perfect. It has nothing to do with you. If you want to keep talking to me, just add me on MSN. My name is daliapenedosalazar@hotmail.com Mr. X (online) — All right, then goodbye, Dalia Penedo Salazar.

I looked up to see a lean man with blonde hair and bright eyes raising his hands in surrender. Ricco, Nicco, and Maximo shielded me with their bodies. “Viola, it’s me, Carlo Mancuso!” He yelled loud enough to see him. I finally recognized him when he said his name. “Ricco, let him through. He’s my friend.” My three bodyguards obliged and Carlo walked to me. He was the nephew to Stefano Mancuso, the leader of one of the four mafia families in Italy. He and I were not friends. I’d only uttered those words to ensure Ricco would let him through. I’d gone to boarding school with him when I was in high school—before I transferred to an all-girls boarding school.

My father then began his little speech “We are gathered today to celebrate an engagement, nobody knew about it, but the Lion and Sorelli union is already something agreed upon and settled between me and our brother! Such happiness” I nudged Mirella “ Look there, Mirella, that's the animal I told you about” And my father continued talking “ Let's unite my daughter Mirella Leon and Enzo Sorelli... stand up children!” “That's him there Mirella...” she paid no attention to me and stood up as my father ordered, and my eyes got a little misty when I realized that the animal stood up with her. It could only be a mistake; my eyes were deceiving me. it was not possible that such a disgrace could have

He'll ruin you, like he did to everyone, he is different from what he shows you, stay away from him! Nadia's grip tightened on the phone, her heart hammering against her chest as many questions flooded her mind. Who had sent the messages? What did they mean by black death, he's evil, he'll ruin her? Her unsettling mind jumped from one scenario to the other, each thought dreadful than the last. Was Jeff serious when he said his boss was a Mafia lord and controlled the underworld activities? Could it be true that he was really evil? She thought, urgently seeking an answer. She had thought that Jeff was trying to scare her or make her wary of Luciano, but now, these messages…

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

I tell her as I clap along with everyone else. Headmaster Stroud reads whatever is written on the bottom of the paper. This is it. It’s me and one more kid left. Which means we’ll both be in the same tier. “For Redwood…” Headmaster Stroud clears his throat. “Khaled Alami.” This time the applause is thunderous, accompanied by whistles and foot stomping. Khaled rubs the back of his head and grins, looking like he just won the lottery but doesn’t know what to do with himself.

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.