The Four Mafia Men And Their Prize Novels & Stories

I just hoped that neither would interfere until I was done. “Where am I?” Was his first question. “Safe.” I answered. “Who are you?” “Inferno sulla Terra.” “I’ve never heard of…” I didn’t let him finish, “That’s because we’re new. England, Spain, Italy, and Russia’s best men brought together for one purpose.” “I’d die before telling you shit.” He switched into defence mode all too quickly. “That’s the point of my method.” I informed, “We can make your life miserable in ways you can never imagine. Death will be much less of a punishment for the audacity to cross four mafias.”

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.

This bastard seemed really determined to blow her head off if she kept screaming and resisting. Yes, what kind of dream did Bella have last night that she had to experience a kidnapping like this? It was clear to her that these people were members of a gang. Marco Vilante, as Darrel suspected, was a dangerous mafia leader. Bella never thought she would have to deal with these dangerous people. It was all because of that damn accident that led to her being kidnapped like this.

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.

“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.”

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

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_