The Mafia And The Nun Novels & Stories

Mike immediately walked in and closed the door behind him. "Boss, You were right..." he replied extending a tabloid towards Nathan. The tabloid had some of the recorded videos. "Michael is back..." Nathan's eyes narrowed as he saw the footage on the screen. Michael Grayson, aka Gaga, was like a sworn enemy to Nathan, leading one of the mafia gang in Italy. He was both dangerous and ruthless. Though Nathan was also related to the mafia, he always had his hands clean. Unlike him, Michael's gang deals with all sorts of illegal activities. Killing, smuggling improper contents were his normal businesses.

I question looking at Nico. Madam Connie owns the legal burlesque club where the mafia runs their illegal brothel in the basement of the burlesque club. It’s like a speakeasy, you need the password to enter Candy Land. Madam Connie helps manage the girls who work in the brothel as well as her club. Nico and many of the men who work for the DeLuca family get serviced at both establishments. It’s also sometimes a place business is conducted depending on who they are entertaining. I know more about the mafia world than I will ever care to admit.

I explained to him about taking guardianship of Logan and Eliza. “I don’t normally speak ill of the dead, but Alfred was a piece of work,” Salvatore expressed. “Fiona was one of my associate's daughters. I would have strung up Alfred a long time ago for the disrespect of his wife, although Fiona let it happen. Nina would have had me castrated the first time.” I laughed at Salvatore’s statement. “The most powerful Mafia man in New York is scared of 5’2” Nina Salvatore.” “Damn straight I am,” Salvatore chuckled. “I know she wouldn’t hesitate to pull a knife on me, but fuck I love that woman. Feisty as hell. She actually reminds me of my Nonna.”

With noora's house in a rather quiet alley, it would have been a distinct plus for pablo and his men. In a flash, pablo and his companions took noora away from her house without leaving any evidence behind, so it was on purpose that no one would think she was kidnapped but she left on her own. At three o 'clock in the morning, noora was taken into the Mafia headquarters of Lord vilante, and he even awaited the presence of this woman named noora in the room. She was sitting in the chair that had been placed there, and noora's body was instantly seated on the chair and then tied her hands together.

Mike's POV My meeting with Nate was not as bad as I thought it would be. I didn't know him before now but seeing how he was able to get my contact for him to reach out to me. It simply means he is a very dangerous man and he can get anything he wants. Thinking about it now, that's not so far-fetched from what a mafia can do. Nothing goes hidden in their watch except for something they lack interest in. I need to get informants like his for myself.

Sometimes, I’d try to talk to him, offer a light comment or a gentle smile, but he’d only look at me with those cold piercing eyes of him and remind me of our arrangement. “Don’t get carried away, Joan. This is business, nothing more,” he’d say, and each time, it felt like a knife twisting in my chest. But tonight… tonight felt different. I’d been walking down the hall, just trying to clear my head, when I heard voices. My curiosity got the better of me. I slipped into the shadows near the doorway and saw Derrick, standing with his right hand men, Santi and Ace. I was too far away to make out everything, but phrases floated over to me, the words “mafia,” “Godfathers,” and “pressure.” My hear

Zuri blows a strand of straight hair out of her eyes. “I’m getting to that. You see, your parents were part of a mafia gang called “Marie.” It’s the biggest mafia syndicate in New York and it’s headed by a man named King Murder. I don’t know why Amanda was sold, but I believe Bhyron will tell you all of that himself.” Silence. “But I can tell you this; King Murder was responsible for the attack at your wedding. His men killed grandma Alice...” Pain shoots through my veins like bolts of electricity. The tears I was struggling to hold back cascade down my cheeks in torrents.

I wouldn't have a stalker in my life. He burnt down the convent? How could he? What sort of man in his right senses would do such a thing? He didn't even think, he just acted without caring what would happen… what the consequences would be. I hope he listens and stays away. Because I've made up my mind already—we're worlds apart. I'm a nun and he's a Mafia Enforcer. It should remain that way. “Alright, it was nice transacting with you.” Those were the last words I heard, and the door opened causing me to stumble inside the office.

He picked it up and looked at the video playing on the screen. “You've probably already seen the video,” I said. “But two nights ago, I caught Sophia with my hus – Luciano while they were fucking each other…” “Rather surprising to hear ‘fuck’ from someone who was once a nun,” he interrupted. “Well, spending five years in the Mafia brought about some changes,” I said. “Anyway, like I was saying. I caught the two of them having sex…” “Much better.” “...and I decided then and there that I'm done with Luciano,” I ignored his interruption.

Just like the rest of the girls had done. “Lucy west, an excommunicated nun, aging twenty four.” Alejandro’s man read out loudly. Immediately they read the excommunicated nun part, they all groaned. Immediately there cards were raised, bidding the highest of money. In the corner , sat a middle aged fat man, he’d been watching everything silently in his seat with a group of his guards surrounding him. He signaled the guards, they raised the card. “ Finally from Mr Emilio, going out for nine hundred million dollars,” my heart skipped immediately.