The Mafia's Mercy Novels & Stories

“She’ll look even better spread out on our sheets, begging for mercy.” I should have fought, screamed, run. But the debt was ironclad, and a strange heat bloomed low in my belly at their combined presence. These men were the darkness my sheltered life had never touched—ruthless mafia princes who ruled the city from penthouse thrones. My pussy clenched despite the fear, wetness gathering as Marco’s hand slid to my waist, pulling me flush against his hard body.

I broke out in tears, falling to my knees. “This is the Mafia, the greatest in the world, we do not care about age, gender or race. Once you break a rule, we do not forgive. MERCY IS A SIN!” he boomed out angrily, his eyes widened in anger, he was fuming with rage. “And you have no right to judge, you had a choice yet you did nothing!!! You could have saved her, but you my dear, chicken out. You got so scared of holding a mere gun. Newsflash dear, you'll be faced with worse situations!!!” He threatens angrily.

Tommy cries. "Now, now, Tommy boy, we all know what would ever happen to my wife, if you got your hands on her, you and your gang members will have raped her and made her die a slow death. Do you think I will have any mercy on you? I have seen what street gangs do to beautiful women like my wife. It is too late for you to regret what you were going to do to my wife. Now be a big boy and take your punishment like you should. You see how I lack mercy. I have to admit, I feel a little sorry for you, because you did not believe that the Italian Mafia is like the Mafia of old. Oh, you gang members are so ignorant. You believe the fairy tales that we are white collar criminals, but they didn't tel

Shoving himself into the driver’s seat, he ignored the protests of his body and started the car. The drive back to the manor was a blur of streetlights and grim silence. He drove too fast, his knuckles white on the wheel, each bump sending a jolt of fire through his side. The ringing in his ears merged with a single, screaming thought: Get home. See them. Know they’re safe. ____ The manor was quiet and Rachel was seated in Leo's room still awake. She’d put Leo to bed, after listening to his ramble of possible names for the puppy, a soft moment that eased her worries of the mafia's sudden departure.

“Carina, forget the money. We’re not taking a payout. We’re taking their empire. We’re going to burn it to the ground as a funeral pyre for Leo and our child.” I nodded. The grief inside me had hardened into something cold and sharp. Purpose. An anonymous tip, detailed enough to bring the Moretti family to its knees, had already been sent to the FBI. It went out through a secure, untraceable channel before Chloe even walked through my door.Midnight. The power-outage alarm blared right on schedule, and the emergency lights flickered on. Adriano and his men swarmed the stairwells, assuming it was a hit from a rival family.

LILY’s POV “Mafia is a process, not a thing. Mafia is a form of clan cooperation to which its individual members pledge a lifelong commitment to. Friendship, connections, family ties, trust, loyalty, obedience… this was the glue that held us together.” – Joe Bonanno

I already died years ago and today a flicker of hope also disappeared watching Crystal like this. Something wet fell on my cheek and it’s when I noticed the tears. It’s when my heart soared and I fell on my knees realizing what I have lost. Loud sobs racked from the heart of a proud mafia boss, in front of eyes that bowed in his feet. The boss of Italian Mafia was finally taken down. Not by a bullet, but by heartbreak. In that mere moment, when my sobs ranged loud, full of pain, numbing the mind, the voice of my heart overpowered finally making me listen.

Then a smaller headline caught her eye: “Body Found Near Brooklyn Docks—No Arrests, Suspected Mafia Ties.” Her fingers froze on the trackpad. She leaned back, heart screaming in her chest, as everything tilted around her. She knew the truth now. She just didn’t know how long she had before he found out that she knew it too. The hallway was quiet now. Too quiet. Marco stepped over the blood-slick floor, breathing slowly, his gloves streaked with red. Elias was unconscious. The other man, slumped in the corner, wasn’t going to be getting up anytime soon.

Even if I don’t like their guts, I still care for them because they are just like me, trapped in this hellish life. “You’re free.” That’s all I wrote. I just wiped out a whole mafia, and I’m fully aware of what the consequences will be. The Valentine Mafia is quite a large mafia; they have power, wealth, and connections, but they are all dumb and careless. They raised a killing machine who will ultimately kill them. Their allies will come after me; they will seek revenge for that mafia. Well, if they can find me, they can kill me if they can. But I doubt it; their allies don’t give a damn, not even a little.

"No! How can I just climb on your back? Moreover, there's an injury on your arm." JK yells, "Just shut up and do as I say!" "No, I won't! Why are you showing me mercy now?" "I have never seen a stubborn girl like you." Grabbing her hand forcefully, he makes her lean on his back. "This man, seriously! How long are you going to force me? Will you ever let me live peacefully? When will you stop all this?" "When you love me more than I do." "I'll never fall for you." "You won't have to do it, baby. It will happen automatically. Just wait and see." "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Walk as soon as possible; I'm so hungry." "It's high time to learn how to control your hunger." "Yah, I've never seen a stupid