Novel & Cerita The Mafia's Mercy

Beside her, Antonio stood tall and resolute, his eyes fixed on the street ahead, ready for whatever might come their way. They had been planning this moment for weeks, meticulously laying out every detail of their escape from the clutches of the mafia. It hadn't been easy, navigating the treacherous waters of the criminal underworld while keeping one step ahead of her family's reach. But now, finally, their plan was about to come to fruition. As the minutes ticked by, Amari felt a surge of nervous energy coursing through her veins. She glanced over at Antonio, her eyes meeting his in silent reassurance. He gave her a small nod, a silent acknowledgment of their shared determination to see thi

The whiskey went down his throat, cold, without taste, the whiskey began to burn in him, and he again looked up at the woman standing there. "You did a grave mistake, no one is allowed to meet me without my permission and you intended to do so. The time I decided to meet, I decided to kill you too. But seeing you not affected by the fact that I can kill you any time, I want to see you for a few more minutes.", he said in a sweet yet cheeky voice, placing his hand under his chin as if he was admiring her reaction. "Why is that? Don't you know, I am a mafia or you don't believe I can kill you?", he said changing his tone to a scary one.

“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.”

"Bring him back to life and what? Introduce him to who you are? A ruthless mafia? A man who owns a network of people who speak and walk DEATH. What would you do to him? Talk to him about all beautiful butterflies and flowers just to shove the thorns of reality down his throat. No way. I am not gonna let you close with my baby brother. I might have made a mistake, but he is my baby brother. I won’t let him face your world. I won’t let him see the actual face of the man standing. No way am gonna allow you to enter his life". Jeffery spat in anger. He was true. He wasn’t lying. Lucas knew all this. He was the fucking Mafia Boss. He had built his kingdom from scratches and ruled the underworld f

She nodded, angry tears falling down her eyes, "Deceivers huh, but you never told me you are the head of the Mafia, still when you I did find out, I forgave you, do you know why I couldn't tell you, I was protecting Mel, I wanted her to have the life she wanted, the life she deserved, do you think it had been easy, watching my own husband sleep around why I hope for the time he would finally change, did you think you are the only one suffering? Do you know what Mel did for me?, I was on the streets, I was a beggar with no parents, I had no future, I had nothing, no one to take care of me, a drunk mother that brought men into the house and later abadoned me, I don't know where she is now, pro

He clutched my waist, his fingers digging into my skin as he thrust into me like a maniac until I couldn't form a coherent sentence. When he was done, he lay on me and gripped my chin, panting. "If you want to live, I suggest you stay on my good side." With that, he got off me and wordlessly changed into a new suit. I watched as he left indifferently. I understood how the mafia's mercy worked. Fate had secretly given it a price, and it took more than the unilateral departure of one party to even the scales. My life and everything else I had to offer were unending collateral to Frank.

I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him quickly only to be interrupted by Landon. "Can't you two seriously wait? We're kind of in the middle of something if you don't remember." I grinned at him before shooting one of the opposing mafia members just before they could reach him, unbeknownst to him due to his complaining. His eyes widened as he glanced back at the body lying behind him then turned to face me again. "Thanks." I nodded, the grin growing on my face.

He had never felt mercy and he knew he was never going to feel it…never ever, because he had never received it, so what he had never received, how could he give it to someone else? Be it sympathy. Be it mercy. Be it love. “Remove the tapes,” he spoke out. Calix bowed and unlatched the tape from both the man and the woman's mouth. They both broke down into tears in front of the mafia don. Dread was evident in their eyes as they both knew their death was sitting right in front of them. “So….” Luka took out his gun from his pocket and loaded it. Taking one last puff from his cigarette, he tossed it away.

“Don’t talk. Heal. I need you alive.” His eyes searched mine. “What are you going to do?” “What I should have done the day my father died,” I said quietly. “Stop pretending mercy is strength.” I have finally realised I can't handle this mafia word with Mercy, if I most rule then I need a heart like steel. Inside the villa was silent and cold. The air felt different it's was heavy and watching. I entered the study, poured a glass of whiskey, and stood by the window, looking out at the dark horizon.

Five guards step out of it, and fall into step behind me instantly. With my phone in a pocket, and a pistol in my hand; eyes filled with deathly fury as we approach. The moment I step in, the sight before me makes my heart stop. Not because its new, I've seen thousands of dead bodies, it was worse after an all out war between two ruthless mafia Lords. What made my heart stop is the implication. "This is a lot." I mutter, noting the extent of damage that had been done. The thought of innocents being murdered, and killed for something they didn't do or had no idea of; makes my heart ache.