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.

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.

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

"Now you can imagine what I am capable of doing to you, right? You see, my little Love, I could crush your neck right now, and no one would ever know. I could strip you down and fuck you right here on this bed, and absolutely no one would come to save you." His smirk vanished, replaced by an expression of pure, chilling stone. "So, this is my final warning. Do not test my patience. I am already having a very hard time keeping my cool around you, and you are being fucking impossible. The next time you decide to open your smart mouth, think very carefully about the consequences. Alright?" "Y-yes," I choked out, the tears flowing freely now. "Are... are you in the mafia?" the words tumbled out

*** It was already lunch and still no files, as expected. I already called my men and they went down to mess up the building. What Veronica doesn't know is that they aren't just clients, the Morristons are a small mafia under-group that works for us. I send her there to see if she could handle them, if she is to be my queen she has to be able to deal with the fuckers. Pablo told she held herself pretty well, even before I was on the phone. I check my last email and leave my office walking up to her.

Sera’s steps slowed without her realizing. Another man leaned forward. “And then what happens?” “He calls a meeting.” “Apologizes.” The first man snorted. “A mafia king apologizing. Can you imagine?” “Still doesn’t erase the blood.” “Of course not.” Another voice joined. “But you have to admit he did something no one expected.” “What?” “He restructured everything.” “How?” “New territory rules.” “No attacks on civilians.” “No trafficking.” “Reduced street violence.” The third man scoffed. “He still murdered half the competition.”