The Four Mafia Men And Their Prize Novels & Stories

he deadpanned. I thought about all the people of our country, we were a small country but we were proud and wealthy—we were wealthy before papa lost it all—but all the other people had no fault in it. "But... but that's all he has, and what about the people? Where are they gonna go?" Lorenzo watched me with his signature cold look, this man knows how to hold eye contact. "We won't hurt the common people, every family that will pledge fealty to the Costello family will live. They will become a part of the La Cosa Nostra,"

"Such harsh words, Leonard." "I've been dying to curse at you, Alphonse," Leonard snapped. With a sigh and a smirk, Alphonse replied, "Let's see how far you can go, elite criminal." Turning to the crowd, Alphonse raised his voice. "Still seven fighters left, yes? Let's bring them out! I'm sure you all missed the sight of mafia blood spilling, didn't you?" The crowd erupted in cheers, their excitement palpable. Leonard scowled as he became the center of their bloodlust, a hunted mouse toyed with by a pack of cats.

Almost every day, some dangerous man shows up at our door, demanding what John owes. Now, John’s brilliant idea is to parade me in front of the rich men in the mafia, hoping they’ll take a liking to me so he can pawn me off, maybe even score more work because of it. As if that would make them forget he’s a gambler and a screw-up. Nobody wants to do business with a gambler, let alone one who uses the product he’s supposed to sell. In the mafia, there’s one unbreakable rule: you don’t touch the merchandise. But John? He used, and gambled away their money.

Sometimes, I’d try to talk to him, offer a light comment or a gentle smile, but he’d only look at me with those cold piercing eyes of him and remind me of our arrangement. “Don’t get carried away, Joan. This is business, nothing more,” he’d say, and each time, it felt like a knife twisting in my chest. But tonight… tonight felt different. I’d been walking down the hall, just trying to clear my head, when I heard voices. My curiosity got the better of me. I slipped into the shadows near the doorway and saw Derrick, standing with his right hand men, Santi and Ace. I was too far away to make out everything, but phrases floated over to me, the words “mafia,” “Godfathers,” and “pressure.” My hear

"They're already here." I spun around. Three men stepped out of the shadows. The one in the middle was tall. Bald. A snake tattoo coiled around his throat. The same one from the warehouse. "The money," he said. His voice was too clean. I pulled out the envelope and held it up. "This is all I have. Fifteen dollars. I'll get the rest—" The man laughed. "You'll get nothing." He snapped his fingers. Two more men appeared behind my father and grabbed his arms.

How could he lie without batting an eyelid. Father Michael clasped his hands. “You saved him? God bless you, sir. We were terrified something terrible had happened.” “Thank you,” Father Joseph echoed, eyes shining. “Truly. We owe you a great debt.” Vicente inclined his head modestly. “Just glad he’s safe.” I stood there frozen, listening to them thank the man who had caged me, stripped me, forced pleasure out of me while whispering about revenge. My stomach twisted so hard I thought I might be sick right there on the stone path.

My mind went to Selena; I wondered how she was right now. Mateo opened the car door, jolting me out of my thoughts. I stepped out and when I went into the hall it was already filled up with not just anyone — the mafia elites from all around the world were present: Anthony, Gabriel, and Santiago were all there. Piles of money were placed on the table, briefcases and expensive wines sat ready. How the hell did that old man pull this off in such a short period of time? I guess I underestimated him. I found my way to a seat while Mateo stood behind me.

She already suspected that her grandfather and Dante were in the same line of work, and she knew the only reason they were keeping so many secrets was because they were doing something illegal. The rest of the drive was done in silence, the tension between the both of them, palpable, although, Chiara’s eyes were closed for the rest of the journey. She only opened her eyes when the car came to a halt. Dante stepped out of the car and she followed suit. She glanced at the building as she did. Loud music coming from inside, people lining up to get in, and bodyguards in front of the entrance. “I-is this a club?” Chiara asked Dante, but he said nothing. He walked up to one of the bodyguards, mutt

I asked, glancing briefly at the men who hadn't noticed us talking about them. "Babe, that's number Two in the Levels of Wealth. The 'Filthy Rich'. Those men there are the Russian Cartel members. The one in the middle, the older man is their boss. He's a Mafia, beside him are drug lords with huge ass cartels all over the city. I don't even like serving them. Because any slip up and your head can be mounted on the wall." Olivia widened her head, shaking her head and turning us away from them. Mafias? Cartel? Drug Lords? Was that even real? I thought all these only happened in movies, not in real life?!

“Earlier I only thought of taking the mafia seat from Aaron, but now I have decided to kill him only because of you two sisters.” Samantha and Lyra are looking at Liam. “I will become the mafia king if Aaron dies and other partners are also on my side.” “So, Aaron must die now!” Liam looked at his watch. “3.” “2.” Lyra and Samantha looked at each other. “1.” “BOOM!” Liam sounded. The pin drop of silence consists between them. Liam’s phone rings and Liam returns the call. “Boss! The blast is successful and everyone has died.” The person said. Liam looked at Lyra and Samantha. “No!” Samantha and Lyra cried out. To Be Continued.