The Mafia And His Angel Novels & Stories

The hotel business in the North End is already in Bishop's hands and the old Mauro wants Carlo to teach him some real skills, as the business in the South End is so modest, with so many seniors in charge, that it is not really Bishop's own. But Bishop didn't appreciate it at all. He always thought Carlo was going to trip him up, so so he decided to go against Carlo. He was the second brother who worked as a pimp for his own mother and half-sister for over a decade. It was only later that he was brought back by the old Mauro, and it took a lot of study to get him up to take the south end company, but his cunning, treacherous and small-minded nature has not changed.

As he stretched out on the soft couch, he breathed out deeply and sent a cloud of fragrant smoke into the air. Logan Castillejo is a well-known member of the Foedus Corp, which is a well-known mafia group. Taking people's lives is a job that he does with ease and grace. Logan was born into a wealthy and politically influential family, so he grew up with a lot of money and comfort. He quickly and easily gets what he wants. Logan always gets what he wants, no questions asked. The way he lives his life is based on this philosophy. He is an only child, so everything comes to him easily and he lives a very comfortable life.

U just had to keep my mouth shut and i feel like I never had such good luck in life because now I just had to go ahead and get involved with a freaking mafia boss. This was my life. This was just my sad and pathetic sad life and it's only just a matter of time before Marco finally kills me and I knew that to help myself and also stay alive I just had to shut up and keep my mouth shut so that I could live longer. My heart was beating so fast and I didn't even know how I was going tj face him. He didn't catch me unlike last time but yet I felt so scared because he was a freaking mafia boss which meant that he could do literally anything to me and that meant killing me in one go

“It took me a while to figure it out but it was worth every dollar I spent and I believe I have paid my dues and earned the right to keep this territory and the supply chain as well.” Angelo belonged to a mafia that experienced an internal war in Chicago, he and a few of his buddies had come down here a few months ago and they brought chaos into Los Angeles. I heard of them while I was working for my father but they were regarded as little fishes in the big pond but if Alessandro was here, they'd have grown into something bigger.

He couldn’t believe he had ever doubted her, she was the epitome of innocence, they lived two worlds away yet bonded together. Her taste, the sweetest thing he had ever tasted and he could get addicted to it. She watched him with innocent eyes, completely clueless, he was the big bad wolf and she was the white sheep. His complete opposite. She was his angel, the cold Mafia’s Angel.

Just like how the angel Michael was the battle angel, destroying the demons while being good and pure. Maybe I'll call him Michael, it'll be my own secret name for him. I doubt we would meet again; just like Mabel said, he probably ended up in M&T's by accident, but I knew it'd take a while for his memory to leave my mind. If only... Nah, there's no way.

"But I'm also the only reason you're still breathing. So choose quickly." A car pulled up to the mouth of the alley, black and sleek. Rafael's men moved toward it, clearly expecting us to follow. Every instinct told me to run. This man was dangerous. This situation was wrong. But those other men had been hunting me. And Rafael knew something I didn't. "If you hurt me..." I started. "I won't." He released my wrist, stepping back to give me space. "You have my word." "The word of a mafia boss?" His mouth curved, not quite a smile. "It's worth more than you think."

The word tore from my throat as I slid down the counter, my legs unable to hold me. I’d butcher men without remorse and paint their blood on the walls as if it was some fucking piece of art. But this...this was different. My soul laid bare, utterly consumed by rage and anguish. My men stayed with me and watched their mafia king break apart, waiting for the explosion. My wrath would awaken the demon inside me, summon hell, and unleash my demons to wreak havoc on Earth to avenge my Angel. “How did they get to her?” My voice was hoarse, the words muffled as I spoke into my hands.

Normally,it takes minutes for the Mafia king to find someone but…it was different with the lady. For a moment,he thought that maybe she was a ghost… It took them three damn weeks to find! “Who is she?And where is she?Do you have her residential address?Have you brought her along?”He asked countless questions in one go. The Mafia king has never been this curious his entire life but it was different this time… Diego was quiet for a while,”Spill it out, Diego!”He almost jumped. “She's called Angelina Fernandez.She is the daughter of Damien Fernandez and the ex-wife to Lucas Ford.”The masked man was speechless when he heard Diego's words.

I bow my head on her shoulder and she chuckles slightly as she caresses my hair. “Shhh, now. Tell me what has happened?” she says and I pull back from her and look at Ryder and the man who is next to him. Ryder nods his head once to me and I look at the man and Cassandria sees me looking. She walks to him and stands beside him. “Angel, let me introduce you to my husband, the mafia king Matteo DeAngelis.” She says and I stiffen before I bow slightly and he chuckles.