Novel & Cerita The Four Mafia Men And Their Prize

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.

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.

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

❤️ A faint smirk touched his lips. “I know you’ll hate me… you’ll be angry…” His fingers tightened slightly in her hair— “But this… is what’s best for us.” A pause. “And today… the way you fought…” 🔥 “I liked it.” His gaze darkened. “Because that strength… will save you in the future.” He exhaled slowly— “There will come a time… when you’ll feel completely broken…” His voice dropped— “But you’ll have to stand again… because you are the Queen of this mafia world…”

“That’s the diamond?” He smirked, tapping a finger against the edge of the case. “The one and only. Thought you’d appreciate the honor.” “They said it was stolen during the Blackout Gala. Four men died that night. Every mafia from here to the Balkans is hunting it.” “I know,” Marco said casually, like he was talking about the weather. “That’s what makes it fun.” I looked up at him, my jaw tight. “You brought a cursed rock into my office, Marco? Do you have any idea what kind of heat this could bring down on both of us?” “I didn’t come here for your approval.” He leaned back, relaxed as ever. “I came with a proposal.”

It was of her wearing a blue sunday dress with another woman. “With the nicest secretary I know. Hey, Lisa. It was fun running into you.” She looked great for someone who was hiding her pain. After arriving last week, I wanted to see her right away but all these killing business had to be settled first. There were currently four mafia families in New York—The Gustavos, The Clemenzas, The De Lucas and The Biancis. The Gustavos were the easiest to do business with because all they offered the city’s elites was protection; A private invisible army for the billionaires and their family, so no one would dare touch or cross them. The Clemenzas and De Lucas were all for entertainment. Gambling, who

Immediately I look back, but I can barely distinguish by the edge of the ajar door that Black, George and the contractor continue to fix the picture. "Yes, of course." I mutter. "Do you have basic math skills?" "Of course." "Tell me how much is twenty-four for two." Are you kidding me? "Forty-eight." I say, completely safe. "That's the message. Adjö (See you again)." Hang. This man has made me more tense than I was. I don't know what kind of mafia Black is into, but this is starting to disgust me a lot. More so, remembering that twenty-four were the millions they were leaking, according to the contract.

But it wasn't Marcus I was staring at. Standing in the shadows of the bunker were four men I had never seen before. They wore bespoke Italian suits that cost more than my life, but they didn't look like businessmen. They moved like predators. They carried customized, suppressed weapons, and they watched the doors with the dead-eyed focus of professional killers. The mafia. "Who are they?" I whispered to Marcus. Before Marcus could answer, the heavy titanium door unsealed with a hiss. A man walked in. He was older, perhaps in his late fifties, with silver hair at his temples and a perfectly trimmed beard. He radiated an aura of quiet, terrifying power. The four hitmen instantly straightened,