The Mafia's Mercy Novels & Stories

The blood spilled on my white dress and I guess that's the actual nature of being the daughter of a mafia and wife of the godfather instead of believing tears to leak from my eyes a smile embraced my lips. His body falls on the floor leaving the floor flooded with blood. Maximo and his crew stride inside they all watched me with a glorious face, their weapons dropped and they knelt on the floor showing a sign of respect, placing their hand near the heart they bowed their head and when they lifted their head they all gazed at me and said. "Welcome to his mafia world."

“You think the mafia is bad, niña? My people feed them half their product. Every family you think you’re fighting, I’ve sold to. The only difference between them and me is I don’t pretend it’s about honor.” “Then why help me?” I asked. “Because I’m a hypocrite,” he said. “And because your old man would’ve hated it. And the simple fact you’re my only blood left, which is thicker than any deal to be made.” He barked an order in Spanish. His men lifted Luca from the van and carried him toward a small cargo boat tied to the dock. Frankie followed, never lowering his gun. I smiled as I watched them. Knowing that they wouldn’t trust them that easily, not the way I did.

She wasn’t for sale. Not to a man like him. Especially not to him. She could still see his eyes from that day in court. Calm. Piercing. Not the kind of calm that comes from peace — but the kind that comes from control. From knowing the world bends for you. That lives disappear when you say the word. The kind of calm you see in the mirror when you've stopped believing in mercy. She had no doubt now — Kieran wasn’t just connected to the mafia. He is the mafia.

“I’ve never been with a man before… but I’m not against the possibility. You’d better behave, Tristan, or I might just make your entire body ache with regret.” He turned and walked away, leaving me alone, bound and exposed, in the eerie silence of the warehouse. It was then, in the echoing emptiness, that the full horror of my situation truly dawned on me. I was caught in the crossfire of a brutal mafia war. Abducted by Vlad, I was now nothing more than a bargaining chip, a tool for his twisted vengeance against Giovanni. And the night, it seemed, was far from over.

My head felt dizzy, and I stared at him with big eyes, thinking this was going to be it. The moment he would shoot me. I had escaped Anson, only in the end to get killed of by the Mafia. "If I knew you were this absurd," Alessio squinted his eyes, looking at me as if I was the crazy one. "I would've picked another maid." Absurd? "Can I trust you to stay quiet if I remove my hand?" I nodded, my gaze pleading for him to remove his hand, and he did. A wave of embarrassment washed over me, realizing how ridiculous I looked.

I love the sound of someone who is in agony, begging me to spare their lives, begging for mercy. Did they ecen have the slightest thought of what I would do them if I found out, no they didnt. So why should I show mercy towards them? They broke the Russian mafia oath, and they must face the consequences of betraying us.

"And be honest, you need to prove I can trust you." "I have, but never innocent people," I answer truthfully. "Who? Who deserves to die?" He demands. I can see he's panicking and I want to comfort him but it would only make him worse. "People who are also involved in the mafia. I have killed people because my papà ordered me to, but I have killed people who deserved to suffer. Rapists, sex traffickers, child molesters," I tell him. "I am not innocent, but I only do it because I have to. I was born into the family and I have to do as I'm told or I get killed."

Valencia shook out her dirty clothes and then lowered her body to the right in front of the maid, "Auntie... don't you realize your place right now! Your life is already in my grasp, but you still dare to give me that baleful look?" Valencia whispered. She grabbed the maid's arms and helped her up, then whispered again, "Do I need to take your life right now!"

“I—I’ll pay it back. Every cent. Double. Triple—” I crouch so we’re eye-level. His good eye darts wildly. Mine stays steady. “You stole from the family, Marco. That’s not a debt. That’s a death sentence.” I smile. “But I’m generous tonight. I’ll let you choose how it ends. Quick bullet, or slow bleed. Your call.” He sobs harder. “Please… mercy…” “Mercy?” I chuckle, low and dark. “Mercy is for men who don’t betray their own blood.” I stand, wiping my hand on his shirt like he’s a rag. “Slow it is.”

Working for a Mafia (Revenge was her DNA until she met him) By Nwabueze Ify Preçious Authoress Prechy PROLOGUE Miranda is a young girl living with her parents in a peaceful community not untill everything changed . Their town was raided by evil money bags and everyone was killed . . But she managed to escape after everyone in her small town were killed or so she thought. And then she swore to.have her revenge and kill those killers down to their generations