The Four Mafia Men And Their Prize 소설 & 이야기

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.

Well, I’ll be damned! The lanky junkie pushed a naked woman off him, grabbed his two underling’s hands to pull himself up from the mattress, when the clutches of drugs almost dragged him back and the third man came forward to assist him. Taking his pants from the fourth guy, Mickey couldn’t stop sniggering. ‘Get everyone. We’re going to party!’ What seems like a decade later, he finally made it in front of the Mafia King and the sight of him almost sobered him up.

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.

"Birds of the same feather flocked together. That man has secrets. I will dig deeper and give the information to the club." The two men were almost done with desserts. They were talking in low tones but the audio on Beau's one-of-a-kind computer could pick out their words. They were referring to women as horses. "Asshole!" Dinara muttered. The former mafia leader needed money from the earl and as payment, he was selling one of his women. "I'm going to drain that motherfucker's bank account." The tzarina vowed. They shook hands on their deal then parted ways. Outside the restaurant, on cue, Otis and Baldy approached Jaime.

Immediately I look back, but I can barely distinguish by the edge of the ajar door that Black, George and the contractor continue to fix the picture. "Yes, of course." I mutter. "Do you have basic math skills?" "Of course." "Tell me how much is twenty-four for two." Are you kidding me? "Forty-eight." I say, completely safe. "That's the message. Adjö (See you again)." Hang. This man has made me more tense than I was. I don't know what kind of mafia Black is into, but this is starting to disgust me a lot. More so, remembering that twenty-four were the millions they were leaking, according to the contract.

"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.

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.

The door soon opened and Sophia walked in, her hills colliding with the marble floor at each step. She walked closer to the gathering and I could tell from the look on her face that she was shocked to see me kneeling beside the men. She looked away quickly and placed a hand on Leonardo's shoulder. “Hon, what did the men do? She asked. “It's a Mafia business.” He answered reluctantly. The end of his statement ‘business’ came with a loud sound. He had shot another man and I shuddered. The man's body was moved immediately. Tears had begun to cloud my eyes.

" 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.