The Four Mafia Men And Their Prize Novels & Stories

He declared, earning loud cheers from the clearly tipsy men who all settled on the red leather couches all around. "Great! How about we start by having some women brought in! Although our man here is getting married, he certainly needs to pick out a woman worthy of the coveted mistress position for when his pretty Rinaldi wife has been sufficiently used." My gaze found Diego Moreno's own as he gleefully raised his freshly topped whiskey tumbler in the air, earning himself cheers from the surrounding party as they indulged in all I had offered them. Many of the men in Mafia families, made-men taught to be nothing but ruthless and power hungry, were shit human beings and these men were no diff

When I arrived, four men sat in their usual seats with women draped around them, except for one. “What do you have for us tonight, Bubbles?” one of them asked. “Romanée-Conti 1945,” I said as I placed the bottle on the table, carefully avoiding his gaze. “Mind pouring it for us?” I looked up, and our eyes met. Antonio Rodriguez smirked. Rumors about him circulated endlessly, but the one that always sent chills down my spine was the story about him killing a man and holding his beating heart until it stopped.

My father was very well know as was I. “27,000 going once? 27,000 going twice? SOLD, to the lovely Miss in room 47!” The auctioneer yelled. Two men came out and helped escort the young girl away. After a couple of other slaves were auctioned and bought I took a glance at my watch. Two hours had passed and so far none of the slave the auction house had displayed peaked my interest. “Our next specimen is a lizard man with excellent fighting skills.” The auctioneer chanted through the speaker.

Sherry had heard stories about the female mafia bosses are vicious, ruthless women who were just as cruel as the men they worked with. "Two hundred thousand!" shouted a voice from the back. Sherry looked up for the first time, her eyes wide with panic. The man who had bid was tall, dressed in a sleek grey suit. His red eyes glowed like embers in the dim light. A Mafia. Next to him stood another man, holding an umbrella over his head even though there wasn’t a drop of rain. The second man’s smile sent a chill down Sherry’s spine. There was something wrong with him from his calm demeanor.

I had nothing holding me down and I could have just left but where's the fun in that besides,mum is having a party at home. That woman is lucky she gave birth to me. That small fact has been her saving grace. If she wasn't my mother,I'd have made her choke on her own vomit before carving my initials on her heart. I studied the men in front of me. They were all wearing suits. They all looked so corporate. I could see the tattoo of a rose on different parts of their bodies. I sat up quickly,the action alerting them. I just pieced together who they were. They were from the Italian Mafioso. The most dangerous mafia in the whole world.

Some men are so disgusting, even with a woman on their arm they were still checking out other women. It wouldn't surprise me that they bring different women here every year, I wouldn't put it past this Mafia men. "Boss...boss"I was snapped out of my thought from Gabriel's attention being called for through the earphones I was wearing. "Target has arrived" said the voice..."already in position" I replied. Very quickly the hall was filled, now i see why this hall was picked, there are so many people. This hall currently held the most dangerous men in the world. The cops problems would be

Harry said and with this, we came to the living room. " Breakfast is ready, sir." Mrs Daisy said to us. " Thanks, Daisy! We will be at the table after fifteen minutes. " I smiled. I paced in my room. I took shower with hot water after going to the gym. I donned in my blue formal. My phone was buzzing on the nightstand. I picked it up. It was a call from the South Mafia. He wanted to sell his poison on Brooklyn's Street. Which I would never allow him. Still, he sent his men to my place. My men easily captured his poison and his men. He wanted to meet me. I thought I should make him understand face to face. Perhaps, nobody taught him that rules are rules, especially mine.

I reached out to touch it then withdraw my hand "I didn't think it'd be sitting right on the table" "Go on" he tipped his head. smiling, I picked up the book opened it and leaned my back against his chest. The seven families of Italy. the made men. A made man is a male descendent of any family that has gone through the initiation rite of passage and has taken the oath to serve. the Salvatore family _capo dei capi _ New York. the Ferrari family_ Las Vegas the Moretti family _Atlanta the Lombardi family_ Miami he Romano family_

I rolled my eyes at him, lazy to argue. I got down from the bed and carry my bag trailed him from behind leaving the private jet. There were four cars waiting nearby the jet with few men standing there with black suits waiting for us. “Do you really need to do it to this extend?” I asked as I thought this was a bit too much with four cars and ten men waiting there just to pick up two persons. “Yes, in the mafia’s world.” He said without turning his face to me. “You will get used to this soon.” He added.

She raised an eyebrow but said nothing more. Then Don Marchetti stood and raised his glass for the room’s attention. “Gentlemen, it is time for wrestling,” he announced. “A fight to the death. The best mafia wins.” Four men from the biggest mafia groups came out, and none of them was from my syndicate. “Dante De Luca,” a mafia Don called out. “None of your men are here. Do you not believe in your strength?” “None of those men matches half the power my men have,” I said. “I cannot waste my men’s energy on some soft bones.”