The Mafia's Mercy Novels & Stories

This wasn’t just female trafficking, they were minors. How dare they? It was my kingdom! I was the Russian mafia; how dare they try to do something like that under my nose? I would kill them. Without giving them a chance to think about what was happening, I quickly shot the leader of the American Mafia, who looked baffled and didn’t expect me to still be there. My men were equally swift, taking out some of their opponents. Unfortunately, one of our men got hit in the chest. He was about to collapse, but I caught him. He was alive and breathing.

Despite that, my skin tingles and my flesh jerks when my mind uncontrollably imagines the blood that was shed and the lives that were lost. “And the authorities?” I ask. “Alpha Allen will take care of it. Don’t worry, they wouldn’t know. The Manila Mafia is a criminal syndicate. Therefore, the crime we committed for almost annihilating them won’t be the authorities’ priorities.” I nod, still feeling the tingling of my skin and the jerking of my flesh. “Anything else you wanna ask?” papa asks. I shake my head. “That’s all for now. If I have more, I’ll just ask again.”

Then he turned to Ricotta, and then smiled at the man, ignoring how Diego was trashing about with his restraints. “Have you seen what happened to him? To people who offend me, Ricotta,” he said. “You do not scare me one bit,” he spat. “I don't have to scare you, but soon enough, you will be begging me to have mercy. I promise you that,” he said. “I will never do such a thing,” he said, spitting at Juan's feet. “You Spanish bastards think you have everything. You think you can rule over us. You came building a mafia in our land.”

U just had to keep my mouth shut and i feel like I never had such good luck in life because now I just had to go ahead and get involved with a freaking mafia boss. This was my life. This was just my sad and pathetic sad life and it's only just a matter of time before Marco finally kills me and I knew that to help myself and also stay alive I just had to shut up and keep my mouth shut so that I could live longer. My heart was beating so fast and I didn't even know how I was going tj face him. He didn't catch me unlike last time but yet I felt so scared because he was a freaking mafia boss which meant that he could do literally anything to me and that meant killing me in one go

A MAFIA’S RIGHTEOUS PET CHAPTER 2 Grace Being dragged roughly by these strange mafia men, barefoot and scantily clad didn't feel much better than being stuck with Father. This has to be the most horrible decision I've made in my entire twenty years. “Can you be more gentle? I can walk on my own.” I said trying to catch my breath as two brute-looking fellows dragged me and gave no sign of having heard me talk. Both were bald but one seemed taller and muscular while the other was rather fat and a few inches shorter.

I explained, pointing at the toilet tank cover. “You fucking bastard." The same man, who had hit him before, gave him another punch when he tried to explain. “You'll be dealt with by Don, himself” Soon, the man was begging for mercy. One funny rule about the mafia is that they don't show mercy. I majestically walked into the room and went to bed, knowing that he would be killed. As for Davis, he better hurry.

Father's words pierced through the thin partition, "Not here to confess my sin, Father." My voice was steady. "I seek God's mercy ," "There is no mercy in the mafia world, you will be dead soon," his cold voice pierced through the barrier that separated us. My eyes fixated on the tattoo on his hand, the mark of the Mafia Don priest known as "Krystallo." It was then that I realized the truth. A surge of anger coursed through my veins, ignited by the priest's callous words. I rose abruptly from my knees, my resolve hardening with each step I took towards the exit.

Daniella knew the answers to these questions, because she'd asked them countless times before, and she knew what Mercedes always had as a response, but she was just willing it to be different this time. "Dannie.. It's not that simple.." Upon hearing this, Daniella broke down into tears once more, and Mercedes grabbed her, holding her tightly, as she burst into tears herself. She sincerely wished she could snap her fingers and right all that was wrong in her and Daniella's lives, but, when you owed a debt of millions of dollars to an unforgiving, unforgetting Mafia boss like Aleksandr Matiç, things were never that simple. As she comforted Daniella, Mercedes was startled by the sound of rapid

I moved over to my desk, punching a number into the phone. "Since you're so useless, I guess I'll just hand you over to the CIA. At least then, you'd be useful enough to get them off our backs," I spat, pressing the call button. The line began to ring, and the panic burned through Niko. "Mr. Castell, please," he begged, but there was no point to that. Mercy wasn't a character I was taught to have. If anything, my father had taught me that a true Mafia Lord never showed mercy.

As tough as she tried to make herself, she would always be a bleeding heart. She might hate him for it but that wouldn’t change a damn thing. The Mafia wasn’t about mercy, it was about power. Dominic had spent years clawing his way up, earning his place, proving that he was not a boy to be controlled, but a force to be reckoned with. And now the moment for his revenge was almost here.