Romans & histoires The Four Mafia Men And Their Prize

"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

“Alessia, always the voice of reason. I just wanted a weekend getaway. Turned off my phone so we could enjoy some peace. I didn’t expect the entire Moretti search party to come looking for me.” We all laughed, the sound easing the heavy weight that had been pressing on us. Ivan pulled out a chair for his girlfriend and sat down beside her. “Everyone, this is Betty. She came all the way from New York to see me.” Betty smiled shyly but warmly, waving at us. Ivan continued with dramatic flair, clearly enjoying the moment. “Betty, meet my soft but extremely dangerous mafia brother, Dante. One wrong look and he might burn down a building. And this beautiful woman beside him is Alessia, my brother

Was it one of her father's enemies, people he kept offending, or someone who wanted a favor and hoped he could follow her trail to lead him to where her father was. Her dad was the biggest mafia in the game,she totally adored him right from when she was a kid up till that very moment. She was always by her father's side,there was always something new to learn everytime they were together. Her old man was so full of wisdom. She smiled to herself just thinking of the fun they'd always had together too. She was such a daddy's girl and she hoped one day she could succeed in the role as the leader of the gang. That would make her the second woman in her lineage to be a mafia leader. Her grandma w

"We’re sorry! It was… it was only to pay our gambling debts!" The other man, his lip split and bleeding, whimpered, "We didn't know it was yours, boss! We swear, we didn't know!" “Giovanni, sir, please!” one of them, a gaunt man named Marco, pleaded, his eyes wide with desperation. “Forgive us! We… we didn’t mean it! It was an accident!” “Accident?” I repeated, my voice calm, dangerously quiet. I stepped closer, my shadow falling over them like a shroud. “Smuggling firearms and gold bars from the Treasury? That sounds less like an accident and more like a deliberate act of treason.”

Before I could understand anything he lifted his hand to slap me and before he could even touch me I sat down and dodged. "What the hell was that?" I asked angrily as I stood up and he smirked. It was a test. "Right. She is not the one to take a hit." He said with a smirk. Matteo got a table and chairs for us to sit and I hesitantly sat down. "I am here to explain the competition rules to you," he said and spread out a few papers which look like the rules. "First... there are a total of four mafia families which are the biggest in the world. Chinese Mafia, American Mafia, Russian Mafia, Italian Mafia which is us." He said and I chuckled.

Seated around it were the heads of the four mafia families in Rome. Bianchi, his ever-present right-hand man looming behind him. Vincenzo, flanked by two towering enforcers. DeLuca, the infamous one-man warrior. Carveli, draped in a heavy fur coat, his bulldogs resting at his feet, drool pooling beneath their jowls. Jaxon pulled out a chair and sat, completing the circle. “Apologies for the delay.” His voice was steady, his expression straight. Carveli smirked, a cigar clamped between his teeth. “We’ve been having fun without you.” He gestured to the poker game. “You in?”