The Mafia's Mercy Novels & Stories

The mafia's maid "Fuck!" Jeremy causes out loud when his secretary came to tell him that his drugs has been dismantled by a mobster. "They all know that any mobster who turns against me must have a gruesome death," he said as he roared out loud. Ashley woke up early, as usual, she did her morning ablution and went straight to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, there she saw other maids with which she exchange greetings.

I almost masked my ears to protect them to be damaged. The day since I've arrived here I've witnessed nothing other than death, blood and hatred. These mafia people love to kill, they love to flow other's blood. There is nothing called mercy and compassion in their language. We preach live and let live, and they preach kill and live. It's so disappointing to watch how the world has emerged as a death Sloane. As I was thinking all of this suddenly, I heard the door burst open. And two of strong built men, approached me, had a grip over my arm and compelled me to walk over.

Axel swiftly steps aside, avoiding the flying glass. My temper has been out of control lately. But who can blame me? Antonio was one of my best men, and I found out too late that he was stealing from me. Besides the men I've already tortured and killed for information, I don't know who else could have been working with him besides the Russians. Any of my men could be traitors, and I fucking hate traitors. Nobody steals from me. NOBODY! My blood is boiling, threatening to explode. Killing him wasn't enough. Once you join the mafia, your family automatically becomes collateral. He took from me, and I'm going to take everything from him even if he's already rotting away in hell.

If I didn't stop him, I would lose four fingers, only my thumb would be cut off later because it was a little bit away from the other fingers. "I don't want to lose my fingers, please. I am still so young and yet to get married. Imagine not having fingers, that’s so inconvenient," I pleaded, tears brimming my eyes. "I swear I will repay the money. You can take all of my savings and I will pay the rest in installments. I swear on yo—" when he put more pressure on the knife, instantly, I corrected myself, "Ember Corbin. I swear on Em–myself." Of course, he wanted the money. I was an idiot. He was in the mafia; he earned illegally, and an unknown woman had just wasted his precious money.

Marie tried hard not to scream while standing her ground in order to pass across how she really felt to the brothers. “And I don’t think it’s my fault either “ Drey responded with a blank look on his face, disregarding the wave of emotions that were flying in the air. Marie had almost forgotten that Drey was a fierce Mafia Lord that kills and torture people without emotions, so why was she expecting as much as sympathy from him. She looked straight in Drey's eyes, but she couldn’t even read what it was saying. “You always try to fuck everything up with everyone around you, and you’re doing it again.” Nathan hit his shoulders lightly

"Tell him you'll fix it on your part, make something up. I'm trying to take care of you, that one or the other boot lickers is trying to overtake you." "I don't want you to take care of me! And that's the most twisted definition I've ever heard of caring for someone!" "Well, it's about time you realized I'm a little twisted. Mina, you're just getting to know what this whole world is about. If you let me, I can show you everything, as long as you go carefully and follow my every precaution." Your world. The business one. The mafia. The money guys. Politics. The power one.

The moment they saw Ace, they frantically began to beg for their lives, claiming that they were mere underlings who were following orders. Ace did not need to question them since the tattoo on their necks showed that they were sent by the leader of The Wild Cats Mafia Gang. He watched them beg for their lives for a few minutes and smiled as he said, "I've lately become merciful and forgiving and I would have surely forgiven the both of you since you are merely servants.

John and Johnny's footsteps echoed up the stairs to the second floor, and David diverted his eyes just in time for me to punch him in the head, knocking him out. I ran upstairs behind the others, loading bullets into my guns as I made my way to the empty kitchen, “Come on out boys” I shouted “How much is daddy paying you?” “ Twelve a hundred thousand dollars and the title of mafia king, can you top that?” I watched as they slowly walked towards the exit, their shadows reflecting off the refrigerator, as the door ajar open I fired, hitting them both. John got hit in the head and Johnny in the chest. I dropped my guns and walked behind him, watching as he crawled away on his hands and knees, b

“Right now she won't see you as her brother but a means of feeding her hunger for sex they've already tried to get a few of the men on the beds they laid tied to to fuck them.” Fuck is never seen something do something as horrific as this before every mafia demand sold drugs some firearms but this was beyond any of that this was sick. They finally got them into the van and pinned them down to sedate them before closing the doors and driving away. Mario wrapped his arms around me kissing my cheek. “They'll be okay.” “Will they?” “Yeah.” Even he didn't seem convinced they would recover from their ordeal or come out with a clean bill of Health and completely clean of any drug they'd been given.

Everything his brother said was true, floryin's life was more fortunate than his own. Even though noora had returned to feel the love of the family after the death of their parents, none of that could make her feel good. Unlike the floryin who never even felt compassion from anyone after mom and dad died. "Why be quiet, noora? " "If only you hadn't left me back then, I probably never would have been a part of this Mafia." "If you had never left me, maybe now I would have tried to save you for a longer chance of life."