Slapped The Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

The Mafia Boss approaches him and flashes a vile smile again. "Haven't you heard the price? Can you surpass the 10 billion?" The Mafia Boss laughs out loud along with his men when Lukas fell into silence, brow furrowed as his mouth turned grim. The Mafia Boss and his men leave him in the room, alone. Defeated for the second time, Lukas was consumed in anger and his desire for revenge intensified. "Fucking Mafias!" ............

“Come on, you don’t know that for sure. Besides, I know the boss wouldn’t do that to a kid. If anything, he probably rescued that child and is trying to set him up in a proper home. You’re definitely wrong about the boss.” “We are talking about the same man, right? Angelo Manzini, the notorious godfather known and feared everywhere for his ruthlessness…; that Angelo? Don’t be naïve, Skinner; something is definitely wrong here and we have to save this boy from that crazy boss of yours.” Moira repeatedly poked Skinner in the chest with a finger as she spoke.

The boss rasped in his rough deep tone, slapping the guy on the cheek who was lifelessly lying on the ground but wasn't dead. "Y-your name?" The boy asked and he slapped him again. "Fucking useless." He said and stood up straight with that he turned around to leave but paused on his steps... "My name is Igneel...The Mafia king."

I already died years ago and today a flicker of hope also disappeared watching Crystal like this. Something wet fell on my cheek and it’s when I noticed the tears. It’s when my heart soared and I fell on my knees realizing what I have lost. Loud sobs racked from the heart of a proud mafia boss, in front of eyes that bowed in his feet. The boss of Italian Mafia was finally taken down. Not by a bullet, but by heartbreak. In that mere moment, when my sobs ranged loud, full of pain, numbing the mind, the voice of my heart overpowered finally making me listen.

he agrees. “So you’re the boss for this mafia… gang?” she’s too nervous and she doesn’t want to ask stupid questions. She’s too careful in putting her words. “Yeah, I am.” “Then what else… don’t you show your face?” she asked. “No,” that’s a sharp answer came from him. “Why not? If you want me then you have to show me your face,” she said. She doesn’t want to talk anyway that could piss him off and that will lead to her murder. And there’s this comforting feeling around him, like he’s not going to hurt her.

He placed his foot against Jayson's windpipe, instantly causing the man to gag and lose his grip on the dog. "Lo sperone (Heel)," He told the dog, instantly he got off the man, as Salvatore pressed his shoe harder into his neck, Jayson squirming beneath him and gasping, his eyes widening as the Mafia Boss took out his gun, pointing it at his head. "If I ever see you again, I will kill you without hesitation." With that, he let him. Salvatore watching the man cough and gag as he finally got to breathe. The Boss watched as two guards take him away.

“I guess my hand slipped. He talks way too much, don't you agree?” “What the f**k...” The man groaned in pain as he clutched his bleeding arm. “ Who the hell— She shot his left leg, cutting him off. “My boss said no swearing,” she said, batting her eyelashes. He let out a loud groan as he sat down, bringing his leg to his chest and cradling it. “What do you want from me?” “Something, some information about your mafia group.” “How do you know about me being in a mafia? By the way, I'm not telling you anything.”

Tony said simply. “What like the Mafia?” Said Grace shocked. “The Mafia is the Italian version, you already met Xan who is the Chinese Gang Syndicate leader and you already met the European one as well!" Tony said carefully. “Xan, that arsehole I just stared down?” Grace said and Tony nodded. "Who is the European one?” She asked quickly. Tony sighed and said “Kurt Blackwood!” There was a silence as the blood drained out of Grace’s face. She felt like someone had ripped her heart out and kicked her in the stomach at the same time.

They swung the first bat at him, though he protected his head with his arms, but he wasn't fast enough to stop them from giving him a knee in the stomach. "Loretta, run!" Fabian groaned in pain, and immediately she started running. Before Fabian could face the guys, one had landed a punch on his face, and he tasted blood. That made him extremely angry. He managed to kick one down and then held the other up, throwing him across the room. He picked up the bat to knock the other man out, but the shooter rose and shot the bat out of his hands. "Calm down. Let's talk about this. You don't want to kill me." The mafia boss raised his hands above his head and tried to calm the shooter down.

Alftredo The deal had gone to hell. I slammed the door to my private study so hard the paintings on the wall rattled. That bastard from Naples had double-crossed us. Thirty million euros in product loss because some greedy snake decided to play both sides. Scarfaced had warned me, but I thought I could handle it. Now blood had been spilled, and I was left cleaning up another mess. I had always been a bad Mafia Boss if not for Scarfaced, my fathers empire would have fallen.