The Four Mafia Men And Their Prize Novels & Stories

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?”

I turned to look at every one of them and there were 4 armed men with face masks, and two women, who were dressed very sexy. Still thinking about the possible reason why I was dragged back, and why all these people are here, I hear a cuff click, my right hand trapped and my left arm hanging up, being held by the mafia man. I tried to remove it from his grip but he was as firm as the first day I met him. Knowing that he wouldn't budge, I just stopped struggling and watched. Hwn he was done trapping me in cuffs, he snapped his fingers and the girls came to him like digs.

She had her eyes fixed intently on me, threatening to pierce through mine if I didn’t speak up quickly. My teeth chattered against their will. A sudden cold seeped into my bones and made me shiver slightly. Maybe it was because I saw myself back in the past at that moment. And standing right in the middle of the council room that had the three most powerful mafia men in the city. Oliver Flynn Moretti. Sanchez Harry Rossi. Donatello Morano. Three best friends who’d sworn never to give power to any other family except themselves. Men who had loyalty for breakfast, blood for lunch, and power beneath their feet.

he knew they didn't mean it and, if given the slightest opportunity, would plant a bullet in his back. Negro diamante. The outcast. They were the rejects of the Mafia and cartels; it was their way of getting their revenge, even though they gave the upper group their respect. They weren't for anyone, just the highest bidder. It had a Spanish founder. It grew in the US and somehow found its way to Italy. The four men standing before him at the far end of the dim, tacky room with only three sofas as furniture yet had space for over twenty people didn't look pleased to see them.

"I'll forgive you fully on two conditions. One - beg for my forgiveness. And two - give up the mafia." "If I do, you'll take me back?" I swallow hard, taking a minute to think. "Yes. The mafia was what started all of this so, if you love me. You'll do it." He nods. "Noted." "You don't have any obligations?" "It's for you, so I don't care. You're more important than the mafia. It was forced on me anyway. I know who I'll pass it to." "Good. Also you don't have to beg, I just wanted to see your reaction."

Antonio declared, sitting in his old leather black wingback chair, the one reserved for just him alone, with a cigar in one hand and a glass of whiskey in another while his look remained fixed on Alessandro as if daring him to challenge him. Alessandro stiffened, balling his hands into fists by his side. He knew just how well things worked in the Mafia. Loyalty. Honour. Allegiance. These were what made men lived for, elements that they stood for regardless of how difficult it was to cope with it. Don Antonio Moretti was his father, but he was still the Capo, and that meant complete allegiance to him even when he didn't feel the need to. “I don't even know who she is or where she's from. This

"You...Della? I only asked you to kidnap her." "So what! I got rid of your dirty little bitch. You cheated on your her, maltreated her with her little sister and made her life a living hell. You killed so many people and blamed it on Della. I know all your dirty little secrets Mr Mafia . Look at you crawling on the ground like a little bitch. You want to kill me, stand in fucking line!" "You Bitch!" He scream as he began to crawl over to my feet. I stepped back and he fell instantly on the ground. I hadn't noticed that his foot was chained in the corner like a caged animal. He tried reaching for me again only to be pulled back by the chain. "Della is mine "

The other men which he came in with were also rugged and had very reddish eyes some of them had dark lips which had been burnt from the large amounts of cigarettes which they consume. The mafia walked into the room with the other five men standing at the door while he worked with them, his steps were like that of someone who was so angry. he looks around room walking from side to side and touching the flower vase which was kept on the table beside the bed. He then turned and looked at Eric and gave a very dangerous smile to him.

" I yelled, my words hanging in the air like a threat. Just then, I saw the Triplet Mafia men walking towards me, their black tuxedos exuding an aura of confidence and elegance. "What's going on?" I asked curiously. One of them spoke, his voice firm. "You have violated our code of conduct. You lied about your address and now you're acting dumb." I shrugged, feigning nonchalance. "Hey... Are you mad about just a simple lie? We lie all the time, don't we? After all, we are mafias!" I said, raising my hands in the air.