Novel & Cerita The Four Mafia Men And Their Prize

I asked, glancing briefly at the men who hadn't noticed us talking about them. "Babe, that's number Two in the Levels of Wealth. The 'Filthy Rich'. Those men there are the Russian Cartel members. The one in the middle, the older man is their boss. He's a Mafia, beside him are drug lords with huge ass cartels all over the city. I don't even like serving them. Because any slip up and your head can be mounted on the wall." Olivia widened her head, shaking her head and turning us away from them. Mafias? Cartel? Drug Lords? Was that even real? I thought all these only happened in movies, not in real life?!

I asked as I remained expressionless and cold. Several of the men looked at each other as if they were choosing a tribute to face my wrath. How pathetic of them. But I wasn't going to gut someone, at least not tonight. One of the men who went by the name Ken finally spoke. That was a ridiculous name indeed, but I didn't say anything about it. The meeting went on and I was incredibly frustrated as time passed. I now had my legs crossed atop the table and another cigarette in between my fingers. My head was slightly tilted back as I listened to Ken talk about the workings currently going on in the mafia. What deals they had managed to secure or who they had pissed off. I was more interested in

Fredrick's cries filled the room, and nobody dared to stop him. "You as*hole, she is your daughter. Is it not enough that you killed her mother? Did you want to kill her too?" he roared angrily. Nero and Alesso quietly stood beside Matteo. The mafia life is tough. They have only a handful of rules, and they take them seriously. Breaking a rule is a serious crime. Fredrick sagged in Matteo's hold and his face became unrecognizable. It is black and blue with two black eyes and blood is everywhere.

" On your right side. Turn the lamp on. " Catalina found the switch and pressed it. As soon as she touched it, an alarm went off. The pakhan snatched the gun from her hands and with one hand pushed her on the bed with him. She collided with his naked hard chest and now the gun rested on her cleavage. " Rule number 1 . Never believe a Mafia. " He laughed loudly and footsteps echoed in the corridor. The door opened with several men in there and one of them switched on the lights at last.

“Earlier I only thought of taking the mafia seat from Aaron, but now I have decided to kill him only because of you two sisters.” Samantha and Lyra are looking at Liam. “I will become the mafia king if Aaron dies and other partners are also on my side.” “So, Aaron must die now!” Liam looked at his watch. “3.” “2.” Lyra and Samantha looked at each other. “1.” “BOOM!” Liam sounded. The pin drop of silence consists between them. Liam’s phone rings and Liam returns the call. “Boss! The blast is successful and everyone has died.” The person said.

Sharon asked, seeing how Tara suddenly paused. “I heard Sir Mathew run away from home the second time, and he went to join a mafia gang.” “So? What came after that?” Sharon asked. “But to join the deadly gang, his first task was to kill his sister,” Tara revealed.

Axel swiftly steps aside, avoiding the flying glass. My temper has been out of control lately. But who can blame me? Antonio was one of my best men, and I found out too late that he was stealing from me. Besides the men I've already tortured and killed for information, I don't know who else could have been working with him besides the Russians. Any of my men could be traitors, and I fucking hate traitors. Nobody steals from me. NOBODY! My blood is boiling, threatening to explode. Killing him wasn't enough. Once you join the mafia, your family automatically becomes collateral. He took from me, and I'm going to take everything from him even if he's already rotting away in hell.

“Number one rule surviving being Shorty Easter’s daughter? Never let him know where you live. He only knows to get ahold of me at Easter Lanes.” “And if he shows up, Glen will let us know. I have other men in place as well.” Ashton. The Mafia man of the men. He had them everywhere, had ears everywhere, eyes all over the city. I watched him now as he came to the bed and reached for his shirt’s hem to haul it over his head, but he paused upon seeing me studying him. He asked, “What?” “The Worthing family sent men after you.” His eyes grew wary until he masked them.

They took out their penises from their pants and pointed them at Harry's helpless body. “Arrrggghhh!!” Harry immediately screamed in pain when the mafia members did something he had never imagined before. His wounds became even more painful, even more painful than before. He continued to howl in pain, his body shaking violently. Slowly, his vision began to darken. “You're going to die, you stupid traitor!” said one of the mafia members, making the others laugh with satisfaction. They were going to prolong this old man's hell. ***** Meanwhile, Jefford, the leader of the Black Wolf mafia, was focused on staring at the photo of a wolf on the wall in front of him. It was an alpha wolf, symbolizi

I clenched my palm hard, again and again, trying to confirm whether this was a dream, but pain shot through my hand. Suppressing the cold sweat rising along my spine, I slowly lifted my head. I was seated at one end of a long dining table. Across from me sat two men—the heirs of the most powerful mafia family in Chicago. On the left was Caspian Falcone, the mafia family’s underboss. Twenty-eight years old, he was dressed in a black suit, with a prominent scar cutting across his temple. His gaze was as cold as a glacier, and rumors said the number of people he had personally executed was beyond counting.