The Mafia Who Lost His Cool Novels & Stories

I messed around with all of his shipment and was the one that killed in his club relentlessly and managed to outsmart the polygraph test. Moreover, his face when he realizes the one that he killed with no hesitation is alive. The person that managed to make him happy even if it was for such a short amount of time. The person that made him overcome his fears. The person told him that she loved him but left coldly. I thought everyone had a heart but I was wrong. Dead fucking wrong. He was an icy cold, remorseless, guilt-free mafia boss, and good for him; he has what it takes to become the best in the underground but at what cost? He lost me and if it weren’t for Angelo I would be six feet unde

I whispered, my voice barely audible. Instantly, his calm countenance transformed into one of unwavering firmness. "How dare you!?" he growled, his breath stiffening. In that instant, I felt as if the air had been sucked out of the room, and I froze, my heart skipping a beat. In the world of the mafia, homosexuality was considered a punishable offense. And to make matters worse, Antonio held the prestigious position of Capo dei Capi, the leader of leaders. If he were indeed gay, it would have dealt a severe blow to the honor of the Made men. I found myself unable to speak, my eyes fixated on him like an owl, occasionally releasing deep breaths in intervals.

Tears are flying down my face. Hurt, pain, and disappointment are all eating me up. The Mafia wants to get hold of these biochips. I was sacred of the doctors getting hold of them. What about the Mafia? This is very bad. It was all the plan since day one to give them the prototype for the biochips. But how naïve of me. I gave them more. I gave them my heart. What did I do so wrong? That I am always falling deeply in love with the men who don’t just break me.

"You don’t make the choices; I do, and whenever it is fine for me, I will make you pay. But listen up, Macerio Johnson, no matter how much you run, you can’t hide from me. I will tear the entire earth up just to find you, and this I am serious about." We're clear about that?" Nathan’s face grudgingly let go of him; he threw the knife toward his pills and turned his back. "Do you think you’ve won, just like that?" He looked fumingly at Nathan while his teeth gnashed angrily against themselves. His hands violently on his chest, he hung his head below and continued. "In the Mafia world, there is no damn winner!" He completed his statement as his vision blurred immediately and, more so, his hear

"Who master Max?" "Nothing." How is that woman knows that Omega? Maximillian asks himself. After an hour of travelling, Maximillian arrived at the manor of his clan, where Nostra Adamus mafia clan can be found far away from the city. Legis opened his door for him, when Maximillian got out of the car, his waiting people immediately bowed and greeted him, Maximillian walked straight ahead with Legis following him in the back. "Did Mr. Sanchez, agreed on our terms?" Maximillian ask.

Although after that, he had to hold his stomach in pain. "It seems like your admirer, Mr. Mafia, is the one who did this. He doesn't want me to get close to you," Darrel teased. Bella hissed. Even in this situation, he was still making jokes. This was a serious problem. Darrel almost lost his life. Who would be heartless enough to do something so cruel to another person? It was truly inhumane. Was it really Marco Vilante who did this? But why? What was his problem with Darrel? "Forget it, don't think about it. I don't want to add more problems," Darrel said.

“You know what this slut told me—?!” “It doesn’t matter. Fuck off.” “She said she didn’t have any guy in her life!” Dante visibly tensed and let go of Stefan. He stared blankly at Chiara and turned back to Stefan, suddenly punching him. Stefan staggered back and when he raised his head again, there was something clouding the madness once in his eyes—it was fear, and blood. “Get out. Now.” Stefan scoffed and quickly scurried out of the restaurant, s tremble in every step he took.

“And now look at you, making Paris more beautiful.” We sat in silence, sipping wine, letting the memories drift between us like smoke. Then I laughed. “When we first met? You were so cold and intimidating.” He snorted. “Of course. I was the big bad Mafia Lord. Wasn’t that the charm you fell for?” “Please,” I rolled my eyes. “The moment Mama Rosa called you ‘Little Pumpkin,’ I knew it was all an act.” He groaned, covering his face with both hands. “You never forget anything, do you?”

he yelled out. “I'm sorry for your loss, what needed to be done for the mafia”Dominic said. “No, it needed to be done for your greed, not the mafia,”the man snapped at Dominic. I felt bad for the older man, after all it was painful for one to lose his son and knowing his son died while dominic was coming after me, made me feel worse.

"But I want to be the one to kill you myself, not anyone else. And you hate me as well, take this opportunity— save your ass with Giuseppe. Join his alliance— wherever they may be so you don't have a target on your back." "Don't be so foolish and proud," he scoffed, jabbing a finger into Juan's shoulder. "Giuseppe will never join alliance with me even if it would help me. You seem to have forgotten?" He asked, shaking his head. A small and amused laugh escaped his lips. His problem is with two Spanish Mafia dominating Sicily," he said. "He doesn't care if members of our ranks are Italians. All he cares is that they have a Spanish leader— he hates that."