The Four Mafia Men And Their Prize Novels & Stories

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He asked me. “So you’re looking for something serious then?” I asked back, earning myself a defeated sigh from him. “Listen Cole, you don’t need to tell me exactly who you are or what you do but given the reactions you have gotten from people I kind of have an idea, therefore I don’t want any part of it.” I state and before he could say anything I stand up from the booth and quickly walk back into the kitchen, letting a few minutes pass before going back outside but when I do, I see that the booth that we were sitting at is now empty, hating the feeling of disappointment that I was mustering up from within inside of me. I sigh, biting my lip as I walk over to the booth to pick up the mug he

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

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.

I’m ready, dressed in all black, black vest, black pants, and black leather boots. Today is the day I take down the Blanche brothers to be given the title of the next Mafia king. My father currently holds the title, and he’s ready to hand it over to me along with twelve hundred thousand dollars as my own. I’m standing outside the billion-dollar restaurant located in the heart of Alt rec. The Blanche brothers usually come here on a Saturday night to drink and be entertained by women.

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.