The Mafia's Mercy Novels & Stories

"Lives with her dad. They're hard-core broke so she works lots of part-time jobs. Her mom is terminally ill. Has been like that for a few years now. We trailed her a bit more and found out the money she stole was deposited for her mom's hospital bills. Should we move in on her?" I didn’t answer. Instead, I turned to my laptop and typed in the name Movark. A file popped up on the screen. My eyes scanned the document, and suddenly, I froze. A slow, wolfish grin spread across my face as I read, followed by a low chuckle. Jet frowned, glancing at Marcus, who looked equally confused. “Boss?” Jet ventured cautiously. I leaned back in my chair, chuckling softly. The sound grew louder, echoing throu

There’s no going back now. All my intentions of starting afresh has been dashed to rock. I’m neck deep into the Mafia world. The mystery man looms over me, his face twisted with malice and triumph. Zero sympathy for what he just did. "Any more questions?" he sneers. My body trembles with rage, pure vengeance. I want to tear his throat out with my bare hands, to make him pay for the pain he has caused. But I am weak, so weak. Mom. Sarah. And now Andrea.

Her eyes were watering as well. She held him as close as she could. She planted kisses on his forehead. He was on his knees, and she was in his lap. They stayed there until the sun was replaced by the moon, and the sun won the battle again and replaced the moon. As the rays of sunshine dried up the previously wet floor, and lightly warmed up Amber’s toes, her swollen eyes opened. Amber’s pov: The man whose arms are wrapped tightly around my waist is my man…I’m sure of the fact that he’s the one for me. He is my mafia man. He chose me, not because I didn’t give him a choice, but rather because his heart told him to do so.

I snorted a laugh, standing on my feet, walking around the puddle of blood under him to grab his face, and used it as my ashtray. "Does that hurt? Right. You even thought your son had a serious illness when he just had a fever," I laughed coldly and pulled out my handkerchief to wipe my hands. "I feel sorry for your family for having someone like you. They deserve a better father. Regret? You are the one who will regret what you did once we come for your family, Mauricio. Consider this as my last act of mercy." I stepped away from the mess and looked at him with a pair of cold eyes. "You can steal, you can kill, but you don't betray the mafia."

the man pleads. But Rafael was soft only for Eva; to the world, he was still a cruel mafia leader, for whom there is no word like mercy. "Rafael, what are you doing? Why are you beating my brother's assistant like this? What has he done?" His mother asked in surprise. "Please, sir, I will never make such a mistake again. Forgive me for the last time.” The man pleaded again. "There is no word like forgiveness in mafia; you should have thought of all this earlier, mom; you wanted to know who killed your brother; here you have that man in front of you." Rafael looked at his mother and said,.

He extends his index finger slowly, and hell comes swooping down on me. Mercy storms over to the table, her teeth grinding and steam coming out of her ears. “Where the hell have you been?” Larissa and Naomi exchange a startled look as Mercy goes on a rant worthy of reality TV. “You just disappeared and didn’t come back? What the fuck is wrong with that? Your da — oww!” She leaps back and then glares at me. “Did you just kick me?” “Is something wrong?” Mercy finally turns her attention to Larissa and glares. In my mind, I know that Mercy will have no problem taking Larissa in a straight-up fight. But Larissa is the beloved sister of a vicious crime boss who just walked unscathed out of explod

Today, I watched him show mercy. One of the kitchen staff had been caught stealing food to send to his sick mother. In any other mafia household, the punishment would have been severe. A beating, at minimum. Possibly death. Alfredo called the man into his study. I stood in the corner, pretending to dust, watching. "How much?" Alfredo asked quietly. The man trembled. "I... I don't understand, sir." "How much food have you taken? Total." "I... perhaps two hundred euros worth, sir. Over three months. I am so sorry. My mother, she cannot afford—"

This is the first time I have introduced my characters six chapters into a story. I am doing this because the pace of the book will start to get faster, and if the characters get confusing, you can come back to this chapter. Mercy is a diverse town where people stay, and businesses are owned by the same families for generations. In Mercy, there are two Mafia families who have had a truce for the last decade.

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

He thinned his lips, staring at me. His crude words awoke rage in me. I wanted to break his nose. "Don't show me your face again." I clenched my teeth together. That wasn't my intention. These mafia men never wanted to hear. I waved my hand in the air when he didn't move. Before I shot him, better he went away. I was sparing his life only for Amara. He snorted before turning and leaving the hall.