The Mafia's Mercy Novels & Stories

If I had known that it was you, I would have never attacked you. Please, give me a chance to correct all of my wrongs. I would do anything for you to forgive me. I am ready to serve you and all of my clan will be at your feet. Your father has indeed been very good to me, so who am I to cause him or his family any harm or trouble? He is also the ruler of the mafia world and he brought great gain to us. I would be a fool to go against him, even for the slightest bit. He kept on spewing out different words from his mouth and I could tell that he was in total surrender to me.

Julia shuddered when she heard those words. She looked at her boss, but his face was expressionless. What else did she expect from a mafia leader? Suddenly a tear dropped from her eyes. Was this how her life was going to end? She questioned herself as she saw Marco pull the trigger. “For the last time, why the hell are you doing this?” Don asked, “the Rossini's have been good to your family, so why this?” “Good? Did you just say good?” Marco asked, then added, “The only person worthy of being called 'good' is Martin, and fortunately, he has already betrayed you.”

As he stretched out on the soft couch, he breathed out deeply and sent a cloud of fragrant smoke into the air. Logan Castillejo is a well-known member of the Foedus Corp, which is a well-known mafia group. Taking people's lives is a job that he does with ease and grace. Logan was born into a wealthy and politically influential family, so he grew up with a lot of money and comfort. He quickly and easily gets what he wants. Logan always gets what he wants, no questions asked. The way he lives his life is based on this philosophy. He is an only child, so everything comes to him easily and he lives a very comfortable life.

"I own hospitals, charities, and the very ground you're shaking on. Do you think I need the blood money of a six-year-old?" ​"Mercy, Don! Have mercy!" ​"Did you show mercy?" I asked, my voice devoid of any human emotion. "The girl in the Sydney harbor. The one you used until her heart stopped. Did she get to ask for mercy?" ​I looked at Carl. The air in the room seemed to freeze. I didn't need to shout. I didn't need to posturing. A Mafia King doesn't demand respect; he is the gravity that keeps everyone else from floating away.

I don't mind his screams, to me, it's like music. If he hadn't made the mistake of shooting my ragazza, I might have spared him. In the Mafia it is like this: "vita per vita, occhio per occhio, dente per dente" - life for life, eye for eye and tooth for tooth. I killed his brother; he had the right to want to claim blood for blood. But to his misfortune, my wretched father managed to teach me never to have mercy on anyone. And I won't start with this sewer rat, who dared to shoot my ragazza.

“Greetings everyone. Welcome yet again another gathering…`` The host continued with the introduction. “What is the motto all together!” “Mercy is a sim, Forgiveness is a taboo! The mafia comes first in anything! The mafia is family! I pledge my allegiance to the mafia!” Everyone one said the same and then raised two fingers of their right hand up before they peck edit and then placed it in their right arm. I sat there watching them.

Grace cut her off firmly. Mercy swallowed hard. Her gaze slid back to the triplets, lingering on Adan. He was busy on his phone, but as if sensing her stare, his frown deepened. His cold eyes suddenly lifted and locked onto hers. Mercy’s heart skipped a beat. She snapped her head away quickly and typed a message to her team with trembling fingers: “A big problem may be coming for both the businesses and the mafia worlds.” Then she scrolled down and sent another text to a different contact. “Boss, how can I get Hindley’s ancestors' history?”

“Is he taunting me now…how can he speak about mercy, that word is not something to believe to get from the son of Mr Giovanni Ndrangheta, that is impossible” the spy thought in his head. “But Mufasa right here doesn't know what forgiveness is actually so you have the limited time of a minute to speak the truth and maybe, just maybe after that I can't promise you what will happen though” Francesco said as Mufasa stood up instantly as he began circling the man.

I fell silent after hearing that, and I don't know how to respond to it. Part of me wanted to disagree but another part of me knew she wasn’t wrong. I never wanted to understand the mafia world, but life kept forcing me into it over and over again. A world filled with blood, revenge, loyalty, and violence. A world where mercy could become weakness. I looked out the large glass windows of my office, staring at the city lights glowing below. No matter how much I tried to escape this dangerous life… It always found its way back to me. —---------------------------------

They both gave me curt nods—sharp, controlled, professional. “Your girl saved my girlfriend and the other women from being sold,” Giovanni—the Russian Mafia Leader himself—said with a grin that actually looked impressed. “I owe you, Ace. Tell me—how can I repay this favor?” I shrugged a little. “Let’s go to my place and talk, yes?” He nodded, understanding exactly what I meant: Talk somewhere safe. Somewhere private. Somewhere not filled with idiots who think auctioning mafia women is a good idea. We regrouped quickly. Alexia and Arielle were untied within seconds, and in a coordinated sweep, everyone was escorted out without drawing further attention.