The Mafia Who Lost His Cool Novels & Stories

And to worsen the situation, his bodyguards stood like statues, blocking the exits. Hannah, who had been chatting with someone at the bar, finally noticed what was happening. Her face went pale as she hurried over. "Scarlett?" she asked, her voice shaky. Then she looked at Liam, and her eyes widened in recognition. "Wait, you’re…" Her voice trailed off, and I saw the fear flash across her face. She knew him. Everyone seemed to know him. Liam DeLuca, the godfather of some gang, Europe’s biggest mafia—at least that was what Hannah had told me earlier today in class.

"I want access. You’re Raphael's brother. You work inside his empire. I want you to be my eyes and ears. Feed me information. Sabotage when necessary. Undermine quietly." Lorenzo recoiled slightly. "You want me to betray my brother?" Martin's smile didn't waver. "I want you to help me destroy him." "You’re insane." "Maybe. But I have the video. And I know how to make it go viral. Police, press, social media. You'll be roasted alive." Lorenzo balled his fists. "You're blackmailing me." "Let's call it bargaining." Silence stretched between them as the city lights shimmered below.

And now you dare rub it on my face? What you think of it huh? I accept my lifestyle; I proudly wear my status not like you fucking double face. You want to throw your brother into deep holes of sorrow fear and tears, to hell with you. Fuck it. Do whatever you want to get him back. But remember, I won’t help you even if you crawl back to me. Leave before I throw you out". It was the Mafia speaking. Lucas; was a whole mafia himself. He went out of his penthouse to god knows where leaving a messed up Jeffery and a silent Parker behind.

“He wouldn’t dare. Your father’s a coward. If it weren’t for a few friends of his we’d rather not upset, he’d already be dead.” The burly one leaned in, his breath stale and warm. The overhead light caught in his eyes, turning them into something sharp and gleaming. “And as for you…” he said, grinning slow and cruel, “I’ll make sure you’re very comfortable.” “Asshole,” I snapped, though my voice shook. There were no rules in the mafia world. Not really. And I knew these men meant every word they said. Panic clawed up my throat. I felt it—hot and rising. But then—

The heir to a mafia family, Aurelio Bianchi, had a new lover who was a pure and innocent college student. When the news reached Sofia Marino, she was kneeling on the velvet carpet of a luxury boutique, fitting shoes for a wealthy woman. A coworker held a phone in front of her, showing a photo from a gossip tabloid. Surprisingly, the usually arrogant Aurelio had gone into a noisy pizza shop in Dunmere with that young woman. He turned slightly to shield her from the crowd, his expression full of undisguised affection.

I finish my speech, perks of being with Felicity. I wait for a moment to read their reactions.It always works,pressing the weakest nerve,the family and it's very common to loose your closed ones in such wars. "I am with you Alexander."Wilhelm raises his hand. "You're right Alexander.We should have united a long time ago but it's not too late.We can still destroy those who caused us greatest pain, we lost many precious lives and of coarse a good fortune."Arturo,the Spanish mafia says. "I lost my father during the attack of a Sicilian mafia when I wasn't even born and when I turned 10 I lost my grandfather too.I want to see their heads being slaughtered in front of my own eyes."Francis,the Fr

Anna cried out tapping her mother fiercely. Lorenzo walked angrily to him with his gun pointed at his head. " Any last words Paolo?" Paolo began to laugh. "Fanculo la Mafia (Fuck the mafia)" he cussed out Lorenzo pulled the trigger and hot blood gushed out of the bullet hole in his head. The man fell lifeless to the ground and made a loud thump. He used a finger to wipe Paolo's blood that had splashed on his face. The smell of blood had delighted him.

Both men didn’t understand how annoying to was to lose myself control in front of them, and seeing as they not only saw me drunk but saw me horny, in one bloody night, I should have buried myself down under. I wasn’t even annoyed with them, I couldn’t be, it was with myself. I didn’t even understand how I let myself go as much as I did last night, but seeing as I have; I couldn’t afford doing that again. Not when I was on duty, and not when I was with mafia men. Any other man would have gladly watched me strip out of my clothes to have his ‘fun’ with me, and the one thing he would actually worry about was getting out of bed in the morning. He could have easily told me that it was me who aske

"You are taking the rivalry to another level. If I lose my love for you, I'll make you regret it hard." "There's no human to make me regret it; I'm the one who makes others regret who tries to mess with me. Look, how pathetically you're regretting now." "Come to the point?" Jim asks JK, as there's no time for him to waste on him. "How come people like you are smart—rumor?" A sarcastic laugh skips JK's mouth to tease him. "Who manipulated you to cancel all the deals with me?" "I can't tell his name. Even I don't know him personally." His tricky response prickles JK's nerves. "You don't know him personally, but you dare to mess with me for him—so a rumor is always a rumor. I don't know what yo

He squirts and I let go of his hand and turn to face Mia who stood frozen to the ground. "Who is the Mafioso now?" I question her and my words seem to hold humor as the fucker in the seat starts to chuckle. "You thought this guy was part of the costa nostra?" He continued to chuckle. "He will never be costa nostra. Me I am costa nostra." He smirks. "You..." Mia stared at him that crazy shit anger returning. Oh fuck.