Novel & Cerita The Four Mafia Men And Their Prize

The bullet landed on Damian’s left hand. This is my father’s favorite game, he calls it ‘no way old’ because there is literally no way out. Pleading guilty or not does not save the offender from getting killed. It is a death sentence but it is much better to die after claiming that you are innocent, nobody wants the stain of treason to the mafia king on them, it hunts a person even after the grim reaper has completed his task. “Damian Fernandez you have been charge with attempting to reclaim on of the mafia king’s whore, do you plead guilty?” The fourth gun man asked.

Let’s see how you please me>” He watched as she blushed, her face flaming and he went on, ‘Pet, you have to earn your gifts. And then let’s see, I shall gift you one.” With that, he had got into his car and the two large led vehicles with hewer Masters in them, drove away, with another couple of cars accompanying them. * A small dirty blue sedan was parked on the road a little way off and as it was in the opposite direction, neither of the Mafia men took heed of it, and their men did not bother to look that way too.

Copyright © 2023 by Jane Doe Writings ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─ TRIGGER WARNING! The following book contains imagery that some readers may find distressing. (Violence, Gore, Sexual Content, Crude Language, Mention of Sexual Abuse) ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─ AUTHOR'S NOTE Mafia Men IV - Vincenzo's Temptation can be read as a STANDALONE. But the first few chapters happen to coincide with Mancini's Bride (Mafia Men III) storyline.

LUCKY CHARM "I look forward to continue working with you, Mr Ferrari". The bald man said as he stretched his hand for a handshake. His French accent was evident in his voice. Cesare smirked. In the Mafia world relationships didn't exist; you could only have Allies if you have two things; money and power. Nevertheless, he replied with a handshake. "Sure Mr Agreste". The man smiled at him again then Rico before walking out of the door and the other two soon followed too where there were three black SUVs waiting for them outside with some of their men.

T-They… They… still trying to comprehend what happened I don’t even feel it when Tony’s strong arms move to wrap themselves around me, pinning my body now against a wall once he carried me away from what just happened, his face inches from mine as he tries to get my attention, my breathing frantic as my eyes move to read his lip as my ears weren’t working and preventing me from hearing what he was trying to say to me. They-They killed someone. Oh my god, they actually killed four men right in front of me. While in the presence of their own home. No, these men don’t care who they hurt, These men do illegal things all the time. I mean I know they kill, as they kill people all the time as well

Maybe, here in this house by the sea, they could carve out a different kind of forever. A forever where love was stronger than blood. Where promises meant more than power. Where a mafia king could fall to his knees for the reckless, beautiful girl who taught him to feel again. And stay there, grateful, for the rest of his life. ---

He suggested “It is just to distract them” I replied, my tongue ticking inside my mouth as I took another glass of whiskey. All I needed was some sort of distraction, I would have gone with any girl from the other mafia families but I am not yet sure of the persons or person who had made an attempt on my life. Mrs Scardoni walked through the doors, followed closely by her daughter who looked extremely nervous. She had beautiful long hair and the blue dress she had on made her look regal.

I guess I just needed to tell someone. Gianni lowered his hands. “Don’t let her slip away. In our lifestyle, she fits in well, and she is fierce. She is a keeper, and I don’t care what she says. She cares for you, too. Tell me, what woman would walk into a mafia fight and shoot three men without flinching for a man who made her a deal for her father’s life?” I chuckled, but my serious demeanor reappeared. “You know I can’t let you leave here alive. If I did, that would send the wrong message to others. They would think they could cross me,” I declared, still aiming the gun.

She could not see their eyes because they all wore black sunglasses but she felt a shiver run down her spine she knew all four had them locked on her. ‘Obiettivo localizzato.’ [Target located.] Luigi said softly into his hidden microphone and the other three never moved but he knew they had heard his words, ‘Ci ha visto e sa cosa siamo.’ [She has seen us to and knows what we are.] Mario stated and again there was no response from any of them but they all saw the shiver go down her spine she knew why they were there and all remained totally impassive. Gabriella knew she had to get away from there, the four men were total strangers to her but they were Mafia and they wanted her because of who

He was there, waiting for his moment to strike. But now, it was my turn to move. In front of me, spread out on the polished mahogany table, were the dossiers of every remaining player in Lorenzo’s circle. Enzo Maletti had been only the first. There were five more—ruthless, dangerous men, all of whom had deep ties to the underworld and a vested interest in seeing me dead. Five men. Five lives standing between me and my children’s safety. I leaned back, my head pounding from lack of sleep and the endless calculations running through my mind. These weren’t just regular mafia bosses. Each of them had their own army, their own empire, and their own thirst for power. And they were all aligned with