The Mafia's Mercy Novels & Stories

How could he lie without batting an eyelid. Father Michael clasped his hands. “You saved him? God bless you, sir. We were terrified something terrible had happened.” “Thank you,” Father Joseph echoed, eyes shining. “Truly. We owe you a great debt.” Vicente inclined his head modestly. “Just glad he’s safe.” I stood there frozen, listening to them thank the man who had caged me, stripped me, forced pleasure out of me while whispering about revenge. My stomach twisted so hard I thought I might be sick right there on the stone path.

[Elena's POV] Noah stared at me for a long moment, then he turned to Caleb. "Take them to the holding cells first," he ordered. "Then prepare fifty thousand for each of their families. The sister's medical bills. The father's medication. All of it." What? Did he just...? Relief flooded through me so fast I almost felt dizzy. Holy shit. He actually listened to me. Noah Marlowe, Mr. N! The ruthless mafia boss was showing mercy? Did he grow a conscience? Was this what happened when you got kidnapped? Did near-death experiences unlock hidden empathy?

Rain was much more than that…not him though, probably to some random fucker somewhere. “How long are you planning on standing there?” Her eyes met his and there was that vibration again. Almost like his blood had stopped circulating or his heart had stopped beating. Nothing ever prepared him to look into those eyes but he did anyways, because he was a Don and no woman or man would have such effect on him. He was sure it would wear off, once he did what he had in mind and washed off that innocence from her stupid eyes. He would break the bitch. Just like the mafia broke him.

I messed around with all of his shipment and was the one that killed in his club relentlessly and managed to outsmart the polygraph test. Moreover, his face when he realizes the one that he killed with no hesitation is alive. The person that managed to make him happy even if it was for such a short amount of time. The person that made him overcome his fears. The person told him that she loved him but left coldly. I thought everyone had a heart but I was wrong. Dead fucking wrong. He was an icy cold, remorseless, guilt-free mafia boss, and good for him; he has what it takes to become the best in the underground but at what cost? He lost me and if it weren’t for Angelo I would be six feet unde

How could they kill someone like her who had done nothing wrong to them? Now, one of my closest friends, my only sibling, has died. She is, indeed, my sister, but she is only my half-sister. I kept Levine a secret from my Mom because I didn't want my parents' relationship to deteriorate. Mom does not want to relive the agony she felt when Dad betrayed her. So I secretly helped Levine since she came in as a helper to me, but I never considered her as a maid. I was sorry I didn't tell her about me, being her sister. Now, those men slaughtered her mercilessly, and it was all because of me.

I said pulling my phone out of my pocket. “Need I ask why they would agree on working with me? And why would you be willing to help me to begin with?” Anastasia asked “plus, they could easily say no. Hiring someone who just had her badge removed, for whatever the reason is…” “A thing you need to learn about us, malyshka; what benefits us, we use. We don’t go by your rules. Things can always be modified, deleted, or ignored if we want them to be” I said stopping her “the mafia gathering is in a week, be sure to be ready and packed by then”

Technically they want me to be more girl which is something I've never been, it's not that I don't wear dresses and skirts, its just that I prefer pants, you jeans, tracks and leggings. Ivan's Pov Life has never been better I have everything I want. I runs the companies, I'm Mafia king though there are a few challenges here and there in the Mafia. Most people fear me, some respect me, and some just see me and CEO of many companies and a billionaire. I prefer people who stay out of my way because who wants people always trying to mooch of you. So it's better to be cold-hearted, arrogant and sociopath to those that don't know me but to the people closest to me I'm generous, self-less, caring a

Heck he would show no mercy if the Patriots lost and probably show no mercy and celebrate if they won. Carlos started rubbing my feet, after finishing his taco. "What's your book about?" I looked over at the tv...commercial time...."Teenage mafia and romance." "Soooo...like Men being made?" "Its called Mafia Royals, and women are allowed to be made at 18. Its their birthright."

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

Chapter 157 "The Mafia community will have my head Hans if they find out that I did what I did because of love. You of all people should know that an act of betrayal is something that will never go down well with the community. We value our loyalty so much that they would rather cut the skin off their hands than betray their own." Connor said. As they sat down on the grass, looking at the sky, Hans knew that they were in a very delicate situation and they needed to be very careful in the decisions that they made.