Novel & Cerita The Mafia's Mercy

Was it one of her father's enemies, people he kept offending, or someone who wanted a favor and hoped he could follow her trail to lead him to where her father was. Her dad was the biggest mafia in the game,she totally adored him right from when she was a kid up till that very moment. She was always by her father's side,there was always something new to learn everytime they were together. Her old man was so full of wisdom. She smiled to herself just thinking of the fun they'd always had together too. She was such a daddy's girl and she hoped one day she could succeed in the role as the leader of the gang. That would make her the second woman in her lineage to be a mafia leader. Her grandma w

Adriana’s POV The ballroom was bright with golden lights and soft music, but none of it made me feel comfortable. I stood near one of the tall windows, holding a glass of water I hadn’t even touched. Around me, people laughed and talked as if the world was perfect. Women in beautiful dresses walked around confidently, their heels clicking softly on the marble floor. Men in expensive suits stood in small groups, discussing business and politics like they owned the world. This charity event was one of the most important gatherings of the year for the mafia families and I hated every second of it.

Thank you for leaving me with nothing but gratitude for listening to this broken soul. I touched his grave as my teardrop started to fall. I can't imagine this is already happened. He sacrifice his life for us. For me. For Yvelle. "Thank you for saving us, Eros. You will be forever in our hearts, in Yvelle, in me..... Look," I raised my left hand for him to see my diamond ring even though I know he can't. "I'm now the Wife of a Merciless Mafia."

she said. After he left, I looked at her. “Cassandra and Katiya are no longer a problem. Time for you to relax and focus on work and our baby.” “Now I can relax,” she whispered. “Sorry I didn't mention moving in; I just want to be here, with Mom and Tattia, especially Nonna,” she said, smirking. “Huge decision for someone who married a mafia guy.” She elbowed me lightly. “A very handsome mafia guy.”

"She refused, so he threatened the entire Rossi family's port operations, swearing that if she didn't obey, he would ensure every person and thing related to the Rossis would be a pile of rubble by morning." "Finally, Zayn took a hammer and slowly, methodically, shattered the foot she had used to stomp on your hand. Then he broke both of her hands, had her face slashed, and ordered her tied to a stone and sunk in the East River." My blood ran cold as I listened to the tale. But in the world of the mafia, these were the rules. Mercy was the greatest cruelty you could show yourself. "And Ryder?" I asked. Bella sighed.

Well…I won’t tell you because that would violate his rules. What I can tell you is that the Mafia doesn’t go after little girls. Instead, the Mafia takes the son of their deceased clients, they turn him into like them, and his sister becomes the girl that no one wants to sit at the lunch table with because God forbid you cross paths with her brother. Needless to say, loneliness becomes your shadow. My name is Mercy—Mercy Carter. I went to college. Got myself a useless Bachelor of Science in Mathematics degree with only two classes short of a Master of Physics degree.

“Ooh, come on…. you do not want to play that card with me right now, I promise you that. If my uncle should have taught you something. It’s that in your Mafia life, you began with me. Just like I did with him. “I recruited you. I own you. Wherever you go, you will always be under me. Unless I choose to let you go. You are on my back and call, and you do not walk away from me to the last day of your life. “Don’t push me to put up your name as my new mark. Even Don Mauro won’t be able to save you if I do. Don Mauro has nothing on me with my influence outside the Solana empire. “We are not over. We have just begun being in each other’s lives. After what you did. I assure you, Erede, I will neve

“I just… I don’t see the point. These people—Reed, his men—I know they’re not innocent by any means, but does it have to be like this? An auction, a spectacle? Isn’t there another way?” Stephan sighed and rubbed the back of his neck as if my question had physically exhausted him. “You don’t get it, do you?” he said, his tone sharper now. “These people—Reed, his men, everyone in this room—they wouldn’t think twice about killing you or me. I’ve seen it firsthand, Castiel. Mercy isn’t an option. It never was.” Exactly what Damien had told me. It seemed like there was some kind of instruction manuel to the Mafia world that I had forgotten to read.

The code was my date of birth. The knowledge barely registers in my head when I search through the things hidden in the safe. Cash, bars of gold, passports and two account books that arouse my interest. A few minutes after reading the books, my blood runs cold as I process the information in my head. I was now sure that my husband, Dante was involved in some shady business with some people but the worst part of it all was the fact that he was stealing from his own father and brother..... In the mafia, anything associated to betrayal was not a light crime and would be met with the worst punishment which was death. Why was he doing all of this?

“You don’t want the answer.” “Don’t tell me what I want.” I poured her a glass of water and set it on the desk between us. “The Mafia isn’t a charity, Lucia. It’s a war zone dressed up in Italian suits. Women die here just like men do. Sometimes faster.” “So they were all just… collateral?” I looked her dead in the eye. “Yes.” Her lips parted, disbelief written all over her face.