The Four Mafia Men And Their Prize の小説・ストーリー

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.

“Right now she won't see you as her brother but a means of feeding her hunger for sex they've already tried to get a few of the men on the beds they laid tied to to fuck them.” Fuck is never seen something do something as horrific as this before every mafia demand sold drugs some firearms but this was beyond any of that this was sick. They finally got them into the van and pinned them down to sedate them before closing the doors and driving away. Mario wrapped his arms around me kissing my cheek. “They'll be okay.” “Will they?” “Yeah.” Even he didn't seem convinced they would recover from their ordeal or come out with a clean bill of Health and completely clean of any drug they'd been given.

As the distance between me and them shrinks, whatever remainder of sanity I still had in my core, cracks away. One by one, three men step out of the two cars. They are all dressed to nines. And they all have faces that cannot be mistaken for anyone else. The leaders of three (out of five) mafia families take positions across from me. Roberto Sandri, Duccio Giangrasso and, last but not least, Carlo Rizzio. It struck me then.

PAST The tension was palpable as four mafia bosses sat facing each other in the hall, seething and trading accusations, their hands poised to grab their guns if necessary. A fragile peace had held sway for seven years, sustained by lucrative business deals and treaties. It was a peace born of a shared desire to spare their children the fear of losing loved ones, a desire spearheaded by Leonardo Moretti, the founder of this uneasy alliance. However, with Moretti's death, the group's cohesion was on the brink of collapse.

Scarlett's POV I woke up with my heart already racing. I hadn’t even opened my eyes and I could feel the weight of what I had to do. This wasn’t a normal day. This was the day I had to pull off something risky and… reckless. By the time I stepped out of my bedroom, they were already there. Eight of them. Dressed in black suits with earpieces. Blank stares. The whole mafia-grade security vibe. I gave them a once-over and said flatly, "Four. That’s it. I’m not walking into a mall with a small army following me.”

Third Person Pov: Thomas Allen is one of the most ruthless leaders in the mafia gang Hayden Wren heads. Its known as 'Python'. Recently, there's been a fued between the two, hence; Thomas moved to Dubai. The members of the gang thought things would dissolve over time... but it didn't. Communication seized between the two for the past two years. Now, Thomas is back to set things right.

They were werewolf only. And they were one of the harshest, most dangerous mafias on the planet. All three men had the same tattoo on their left bicep. They were mafia goons; they were sent out to do the mafia’s bidding. They likely had no morals and “What do you want?” I asked. I was hoping to barter, but I had a feeling it wasn’t going to work. There wasn’t really anything I could offer them that they didn’t already have. Money. Power. Status. They had it all. But still, I had to try. “Money? I can get you money. Lots of it.”

Ares exclaimed, making me move fast and bring Achilles with me even though the latter barely walks. Natalia and Ares’ men were following us. But when we reached the outside, about ten wheels were waiting for us. They were the mafia organizations, led by Spencer, El Mundo, Buenvenido, and the other mafia leaders. They were carrying heavy pieces of equipment, such as huge guns, and bombs like they were ready for a war. Plus their number was huge compared to Ares’ men. Ares suddenly grab Natalia and me and locked us in his arms by strangling our necks. His men took Achilles and put him on the passenger seat of the car.

As he stretched out on the soft couch, he breathed out deeply and sent a cloud of fragrant smoke into the air. Logan Castillejo is a well-known member of the Foedus Corp, which is a well-known mafia group. Taking people's lives is a job that he does with ease and grace. Logan was born into a wealthy and politically influential family, so he grew up with a lot of money and comfort. He quickly and easily gets what he wants. Logan always gets what he wants, no questions asked. The way he lives his life is based on this philosophy. He is an only child, so everything comes to him easily and he lives a very comfortable life.