Requiem Of Sin A Mafia Romance Novels & Stories

I heard someone say. I pressed the device again and the ropes returned back. I wore my wig and yellow jacket . ( News report) Mr Philip was brutally murdered by an assassin but strangely his eyes were removed..We still can't ascertain what the assassin will gain from pulling off his eyes..The police are trying to get to the root of this matter. *Voice gradually fades*

Growing up, my life wasn’t a fairytale despite what it may have looked like, my parents were wealthy and I needed or wanted nothing but their attention, their love, and their gentleness unfortunately though those words were not in my parents vocabulary instead they used violence and had both me and my brother growing up around petty thieves and criminals which is why when I decided to leave my childhood home I promised myself that i would never get involved with anything like that ever again. “Cole Jones?” I suddenly ask in a low whisper as my eyes continue to look down at him, his smirk still present on his lips but his eyes were following my co-worker who apparently ran out without sputter

I couldn't count how many times I'd had to run for my life while dragging Giorgia with me. She had developed the phrase for every time we needed to run. Giorgia. I took a sip of my whiskey, allowing the taste to linger on my tongue before I responded. "Tell me, Luca, what do you think about betrayal?" Luca's face grew serious, his eyes narrowing as he contemplated my question. "Betrayal," he spoke, his voice laced with conviction, "is the ultimate sin according to our mafia laws. It breaks the bond of trust we have and it's an act that cannot be forgiven."

Sarah I feel bad for what I'm about to do but there's little to no choice left. It's my last chance to finally get rid of these shadows that hunts me. One after the other. My little way of finally finding redemption from every association of the Mafia world. Luca, Don Joe. Shawn... Everyone of them. And Now Marco. I've to start from somewhere, now that I know that the Sidorovs are a big part of all my father faced when he was alive.

I messed around with all of his shipment and was the one that killed in his club relentlessly and managed to outsmart the polygraph test. Moreover, his face when he realizes the one that he killed with no hesitation is alive. The person that managed to make him happy even if it was for such a short amount of time. The person that made him overcome his fears. The person told him that she loved him but left coldly. I thought everyone had a heart but I was wrong. Dead fucking wrong. He was an icy cold, remorseless, guilt-free mafia boss, and good for him; he has what it takes to become the best in the underground but at what cost? He lost me and if it weren’t for Angelo I would be six feet unde

Jake tagged along like a shadow, giving a small smile to the agents that walked past. "Agent Brown, Agent Spencer." Supervisory Special Agent Harroway dropped a large file on the table that took half the room. "We have a murder case on our hands." "So much for drinking," Jake murmured, bringing a smile to Charlie's lips. "The crime took place at eight p.m two days ago and it's got Cosa Nostra all over it." "Oh, not again," Charlie groaned. Organized crimes never seemed to decrease. Instead, they grew larger in number each day. Despite the risks, they still went on committing crimes while involving in such diabolical crimes giving the squad a non-stop headache.

Ace is a mafia boss, if he really believed in law and all, he wouldn't had became the most illegal thing himself, Ace in present is far from being moral and ethical, he doesn't believe in karma, he believes in himself that's why this book is revenge troped. Lastly kindly guys, do not blame me for not warning you before, the story is beyond dark romance, it has violence, dark themed revenge and even the involvement of dark mafia themes, I didn't write much about mafia stuff in Sinfully Yours, I only revolved the story around the main leads, Cyrus wasn't much showed as the mafia boss but Ace will be. This story will show how evil and heartless underworld can be, at least in my story. So please

Street musicians gladly entertaining the tourists with their organettos and mandolins. Lovers making out in a dark corner, foolish move, Marco Marchetti thought as he walked past the dark alley. The city was beautiful and bustling, but it was also filled with thieves and criminals that were worse than thieves. He knew, he was one of them. The dignified ones though, the ones who didn't see themselves as criminals per se. It was the twisted law that saw and labeled them as criminals. The mafia. It wasn't a crime, it was a business, a business that has been smoothly run by the current Mafia King. A man whom Marco respected and honored. The man who was the main reason why Marco was out in the st

Chapter One The gunshot cracked behind the locked door and rolled through the room like thunder. Logan Castillejo didn’t flinch. He sat sprawled across the leather couch with one arm draped over its back, and a slow smile spread across his face. It was not a kind smile. It belonged to a man who had long ago made peace with what he was. He tapped a cigarette from the pack on the armrest, rolled it between his fingers, and lit it. The tip glowed orange in the dim office. He leaned his head back and exhaled, and a pale cloud of smoke unfurled toward the ceiling, taking its time, as if the whole world could wait.

Lifting my shirt up slightly, I pulled out my gun and pressed it on the head of one of the traitors. Gabriella's eyes widened. “Alessio, please, this isn't the way to……..” "These men betrayed the De Luca clan," I cut her off, my finger tightening around the trigger. "They aligned themselves with the West Merger, knowing it meant war. La lealtà non è qualcosa che si può scambiare e il tradimento non è ciò che perdono. ( Loyalty isn't something to trade and betrayal isn't what I forgive)."