Pentakill Papa Johns Novels & Stories

Ginevra Watching lifeless bodies hit the ground was something I looked forward to seeing every single day. The tears and the pleas right before I cut them off from their misery always satisfied me. I tossed a man named Jackson Greg's dead body to the side and took pictures of his face and sent it to my dad. This man owed my father sixty thousand dollars, which resulted in my father sending my partner in crime Jason and I to kill him. These idiots should know better than to take credit from my ruthless father who shows absolutely no mercy even if they beg and talk about their innocent kids at home.

“I’m sorry Ms. Thompson but we had other issues we neeed to focus on that where more… I don’t want to say more important, but higher on the list that needed to be done.” “Okay then what are you doing here then. My family is dead, you failed your job.” “Jonathan Pantelli is dangerous man.” “Don’t you think I know that. He killed my father. He killed my Mother. He tried to kil me. Why are you here?” Her blood pressure elevated. “He’s wanted for murder.” “He damn well should be. He killed my parents and killed his parents. One would think that he should be wanted for murder. I mean uh duh.”

Mr Paolo shouted in anger and rage. Kiara was not bothered with the scream, so she looked at her father and faced him calmly. Mr Paolo was scared, because he knew that Kiara was the heir and owner of the company. But he can't let it go, so he looked at her and said, "Don't even think of entering the Anderson company, if not, you are dead". "Like how you killed my mother?”. Kiara said with disgust. Mr Paolo was so angry that he rushed to Kiara's side to hit her, but Kiara dodged it quickly and with anger, she gave her Father another slap, which made him fall down in horror.

“Giovanni, Don't mention my father with your ugly tongue!” Giovanni laughed at that. “His words were the same when we met last time. Talk about my family and I will kill you. But see who got killed in the end. I asked Giampaolo to make sure he gets shot in the mouth. I wanted his tongue splashed. And of course, Giampaolo was known to deliver.” Fury like cold lava was running into Evan’s veins as the death of his father flashed in his vision once again. “And I will kill you the same way today, you bastard!”

His blue eyes glared at me as he hugged his daughter to his chest. "Peter!" the man called, his voice stern. "Yes, boss," replied the other tall man in the room, as they all looked at me like I am a traitor. "Get the whip and flog her twenty strokes of the cane for daring to raise her filthy hand on my daughter," Mr. Kenneth Ronald ordered. He was the former CEO of the Red Group. My dad had spoken about him and now I remember, I had seen this stern face before at a mafia event that Richard and I went to.

Possibly a wall to shield my heart from what my mamma was about to say. “It’s your Papa… he’s dead. He’s dead!” She burst into new set of tears that made me to crash down to my knees. Everything suddenly became pale and the aroma around me distressed. His father, Leonardo Sandro; the owner of Sandro casino is dead? The leader of Al-Capone Mafia group has been killed?

He sighed in irritation and sauntered inside the bathroom to take a cold shower. The next day, he was working in his office when his phone rang. The name "Motherfucker," flashed on the screen. His eyes narrowed in suspicion as he read the name. Killian decided to avoid the call. The phone rang thrice before he decided to answer it. " Puede que seas el rey de la mafia, Killian, pero no olvides que soy tu padre y lo suficientemente poderoso como para destronarte si quiero." the voice seethed from the other side of the phone. (You might be the Mafia king, Killian but don't forget I am your father and powerful enough to dethrone you if I want.)

"Relax, Dad. She's not a mistress anymore. She's mine." Killian blinked. His jaw flexed. Then, without warning, he hurled his teacup against the wall. "Yours?" he roared. "Are you out of your goddamn mind, Giovanni?! Do you have a death wish?!" "Dad—" "Don't you 'Dad' me!" Killian snapped. "I have survived assassins, attacks, coups, and betrayals—and this... this is what's going to bury me? My idiot son and his unborn bastard?!"

"I had to stay in London and watch you and make sure you and Castello never met again. Since killing you didn’t work out, keeping you away was enough. My father managed to join in the business of the Castello and has undermined his fortune since then..., but then you decide to come to New York, find that asshole and he decides he wants to leave the mafia, to live happily with his red family.” "Wait... your father... works with Alec?" Evie joins a more b, remembers everything that Felippa’s father told him and comes to an unhealthy conclusion. "You’re Paul Baker’s son... the man who had Blake killed... who almost killed me...” "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Anyway!" Jonah snaps his fingers towards the tw

His parents, Freddie Clarkson and Hannah Clarkson were at the son's bedside, looking at him with pained expressions. "Isn't that Wendell Hunt supposed to be the boss of the underground society of the Sunny city? His undeserving of that reputation. Your grandpa has instructed him to finish off that Jate Woods and Rogers Reaggan, but not only did he failed his mission. But he also got himself killed instead!" Freddie clarkson was burning with wrath as he spoke to his son.