Stripper For The Mafia Brothers Novels & Stories

Zara Howard It all happened so quickly, anyone could barely process how our living room turned into a gangster scene from a movie. A drunkard gambler who borrowed too much money from the Mafia and had nothing to offer except for empty promises when it was pay up time. Only difference was this time the drunkard was my stepfather, Chad Hudson and the Mafia was Asher Lancaster, the powerful mob boss, who brought with him 6-7 terrifying armed men. My mother was tightly gripping onto my arm as she tried to drag me and my older sister, Scarlett farther away from them. My eyes, however, were fixated on the scene unfolding right in front of me.

“He is, isn’t he?” She let out a sigh before nodding her head. My face immediately dropped. All I felt was fear strike itself into my heart as I thought back to what happened. “So, this club is, what? His way of laundering dirty money? Now that I think about it, all of these men are mafia men, aren’t they? That’s why they always wear the damn suits!” I exclaimed in absolute horror. Everything was beginning to click into place as the wheels in my head turned. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

Luca explained, his eyes dimming even more. Henry let out a soft sigh. “Why would Jax do that?” “As you said, he's Martha's brother, and don't even give me that shit that she's your wife so she couldn't. No woman would be happy to know that her husband frequents a stripper's club. It's good for my business but don't blame it on the woman, that was enough reason for her, and what better way to fuck you up than to get you on my bad side?” Luca asked.

How long has it been since he’s been afraid? “I looked at his account. There’s even a picture of him and his old man from years ago.” Before I put a bullet in his rat head. “Only he goes by Dean Dicarlo-Strauss. Must have been his mother’s name or a stepparent. But he kept the DiCarlo.” “In honor of his shithead thieving excuse for a father.” He spits on the ground before letting out a string of profanity. “I’ll fucking kill him. That whole family was a bunch of shits. Like father, like son.”

The belt was right on my wrists, just below the wound on my hand, straining my entire arm. “It’s hurting, please.” I cried again, thinking how ruthless he was to render me to such pain even after knowing what I already went through. He was no good either, indeed. He was as same as his enemy. He was truly a mafia boss as shown in the movies. They are also shown to be heartless and cruel. That’s what Jacob was. He was born to be a mafia boss. He possessed the skills and audacity to inflict pain on others. “I don’t care.” He replied and lifted his body up from me, releasing the weight, while I continued to breathe heavily in fear and anticipation for what worst was about to come.

Hundreds of masked men in kevlar vests carrying automatic assault rifles were lining up as well as they alighted from the transit buses arriving at the location. "The third brother really pissed you off this time or it's best to say you're doing this for Sofia" Sonia clicked her tongue and I turned the see her lighting a cigarette with a smile on her face. She was right, I was mad at the third Brother for bringing Sofia into the light of the Mafia Court. She handed over the cigarette to me and I made to take a sip when Matteo came running up to us in his Kevlar vest. "Boss, you're here"

My men pulled him up by his shirt and made him sit back on the stool with his face leaking everywhere. “This isn't some local street gang you are fucking with. This is the mafia and we do not fuck around, you understand me? The next time I see one of you in my neighborhood, on my street and you dare touch one of my businesses, I will kill you on the spot.” My voice raised with every new word until I was all up in one of their faces.

Carlos said sinisterly. Christian faced his mansion from the gate where he stood, the hairs on his back were standing erect. He was feeling nervous with where the conversation on the phone was headed. "You're the only family I have left, brother," Christian answered. "I guess that would make your seventeen-year-old daughter, Caroline a pot made of clay,"Carlos responded and after he did, Christian's eyes shot open. "How did...? "I'm the leader of the Mafia, brother. Information on wealthy and affluent people is one of the perks of my position...so is espionage. I can easily plant a spy in your mansion to slit her throat in her sleep with just a word, so don't test me,” Carlos threatened.

As the breadwinner in my family, this opportunity came at just the right time. Life took a different route for us. Mom used to work as a stripper, and it's not your everyday story, but it worked for us. I'm 22 now, and my little brother is seven. Different dads – yeah, that's how our family tree shaped up. Growing up without a dad in the picture was just the way it was. Mom did her thing, juggling the bills and bedtime stories. It wasn't the textbook family setup, but it was ours, and it kind of worked. Mom decided to retire from stripping and embrace her 'mommy' groove. At 45, she looks like an angel and defies aging norms. Leaving the stage didn't dim her spark; she swapped stilettos for a

I didn't even ask the question to get an answer, “The mafia world” “Huh?” I asked pulling me away from him to look into his eyes. He looked back down at me, his right hand moved to my blonde, he stroke it, “Yes Red J, I know you've always wondered what kind of a person I am. I kill without remorse and I do so easily. Well, that's because I am the mafia boss of my clan, we kill in the mafia world. Jonathan also is a mafia boss but of a small clan”