Pentakill Papa Johns Novels & Stories

Remo was the only one who sensed the sudden change in my structure, because he frowned and stopped playing and looked up at my face. "I’ve been planning the destruction of that family for years. And when Luciano Costello handed me the golden key on a silver fucking platter, I took it," Papà sneered, "And the first person I had killed was the snake who helped ruin my reputation, that fucking whore."

I sipped the liquor in my glass slowly, letting its warmth burn my throat for a moment before setting it back down on the glass table with a soft but deliberate clink. "Just as we originally planned, Papa," I answered, my baritone voice calm yet cold. "We destroy Jon Mateo and every one of his allies. We level everything down to the deepest root. It'll be a little difficult, considering how extensive his underground network is, but... why not? If we combine all our forces, we're clearly far bigger and far more terrifying than they are, aren't we?" I explained calmly. Papa Lucas nodded his head slowly, a thin smile full of pride etched onto his lined face. "Papa agrees. Execute them all. Don'

They might just kill him/her in a month. Under all of the commotion, The underground stage is silently filled with the murderess intent from the competitors. Their eyes constantly sneering at each other. "What are you all looking at assholes!?" A tall sturdy man scowled half of the room. He owned a bunch of rumpled spiky hair that covers his whole head with dark brown forest. Dismissed in his terrible manner, this boy is the youngest son of one from the big five. His father Mr Petrov is the head of the korona estate and his name is well known around the troops...

Before him, Peter Lee sat on the sofa and said indifferently, “So, after you were stepped on the ground, you immediately transferred all the assets of Star Chaebol under Harvey’s name? “And then you had the gall to came back like some lost mongrel?” Steve laughed bitterly, “Father, I’m really not that person’s rival. That person defeated even the three Kings of Arms that I brought over. If you want to fight against him, I’m afraid that you have to invite the number one in Taekwondo of Country J to come out. Otherwise, you have no chance!” Bang! Peter raised his hand, and he pulled the trigger of the firearm in his hand. A bloody hole instantly appeared on Steve’s forehead. He could not belie

His eyes darted at Max and he screeched, "I am sure, he is drunk! He IS DRUNK and that is why he is not scared of DEATH!" Max, who was wearing a cold look on, slowly started heating up. His open palms soon balled into tight fists as his dad kept on cursing him. Max hissed, "Enough!" Alpha John instantly pushed Max and scowled, "Enough what, huh? Instead of dealing with this situation, you were sleeping! When death is calling upon us, you are just being useless as trash!" Max clenched his teeth together. His oozing pride was getting terribly hurt by his father and he intervened, "Dad! Did you receive any f*cking phone call except for the one you got like an hour ago?"

For dinner with a guy I didn't even know. ___ Jakes POV- My childhood wasn't perfect, I mean whose is? My father was the American Mafia boss and I was always by his side because one day I was going to take over. I watched what he did and followed his orders, I was truly his son. I first killed someone when I was only eight years old because there was an attack at the mansion, I had to save my mom. My father soon passed away from being shot by a spy, and I swear to god if I ever find who did it I'll fucking murder him in his sleep, or even better i'll have a little fun before he dies. My mother died from cancer so I was left to take over the family business working as the American mafia boss

For a moment, Mira felt like she could breathe, the weight of the anonymous messages and the guy in the black hoodie fading under the glow of the neon signs. “Let’s make a rule,” Dad said, raising his soda glass. “No heavy stuff tonight. Just us, pizza, and maybe a debate about whether pineapple belongs on a pie.” Katy laughed, nudging him playfully. “You’re not starting that argument again, Dennis. Mira, back me up—pineapple’s a crime, right?”

But this time Max is the one who gives him a punch in his nose making him faint instantly. He just turns and looks at Pete he said. “Speak or you are next.” “I am Petro Manganiello, Michelle Manganiello's son. That jerk killed my mother and all his life prepared me to be a tool in his hands at the right moment, but all I wanted was a family, a place to call it home.” And he just looked at Grandpa Cruz.

, David poked again. Damon was now getting irritated. He was not at all interested in mass killing or how badly will Johnas respond. For Damon, Johnas was just a rat trying to get cheese. Johnas was the only mafia in country five yars ago but today he is nobody. He frowned at David but David found it necessary to say so he kept talking, "sir when the other were killed, Johnas was there on the spot. However, Mr Green's men didn't kill him but others. Also, the mass murder was deadly, a horrific blood shed", David said.

“I can step down. I won’t contest the post of parish priest or Pope. Godfather can have it. P-Please.” Jonas hopes he can buy time. A minute or more. Enough for an officer to pass by. Enough for Declan the 'Criminal Killer' to arrive. “Nice distraction.” Dakor edges closer. “Yes, you’re right. Il Padrino wants to be pope. But we also want to know what they found. You’re fully aware we have no associate in the police. Declan’s a bitch. So you either join them or tell me what they found? Il tuo tempo sta per finire, Papà.” (You’re running out of time, Father.)