The Mafia Who Lost His Cool Novels & Stories

"I am not a weapon for you. Your king is not me. Your nightmare is me. His remaining guys shuddered and retreated. The bottle of my blood rattled between the boss's trembling hands. At last, he realized the truth. It was impossible to purchase the Chimera. It was also uncontrollable. The casino had been destroyed. There were broken tables, bodies moaning on the floor, and a strong blood odor. With my claws still oozing red, my chest heaved. The beast inside of me didn't care that I had gone too far. With his self-assured facade shattered, the mafia boss looked at me. His hand trembled as though he was having trouble holding onto the vial. With their rifles forgotten, his soldiers, or what re

“He’s my love, just like you had one before. So, you, my so-called principal, you might be listening to me, loud and clear that you can’t control that person who has nothing to lose. Kill my love, and I swear on him, I will announce an open war again you.” Immediately his smirk and amused expression vanished on my choice of words. Even he knew that truth; that’s why he was known as the most fearless, ruthless, and heartless among all the mafia because he had nothing to lose. . #TBC

Alejandro was a calm man. He was so cool and was always quiet compared to the other men in the Mexican Mafia. But the coolest was often the deadliest. He doesn't give orders twice. Once he had said something, he would not repeat it. And if it was not carried out, the consequences were rash.

Feel the extreme pain. The man was silent and did not answer. Didn't even intend to see Stev's face on Daren's cellphone screen. He was too scared to face Stev, the leader of the biggest mafia. Stev looks at what Daren is doing behind the scenes with sleepy lips. He snorted loudly. "Who did he leak this to?" "Rudolf Zero. You know him, right?" Daren turned his gaze back to the screen. Stev nodded curtly. "The Mafia from Dalla who holds a grudge against me, is that?"

Later in the Mafia meant never and Mr Walter knew this , Zayn walked to his car and I watched through the window as he walked briskly and angry , I was aware I made him angry earlier on but obviously this had nothing to do with me . Zayn got into his car and zoomed up leaving behind a very thick air of carbon monoxide , I sat back on my bed wondering what had made him that angry. As Zayn drove on he was thinking about the news he just heard , it had was a normal thing for men in the mafia to be found laying dead by the road side but this had never happened to someone in his own mafia , this sort of this happens whenever there is a blooming war between two different mafia and it ends up very

“You harmed a great deal of my men, including Scott, Alberto, Alexy, Cole, and numerous others. Now you have to take a few cuts.” “Oh. Is this because I slaughtered your Barbie men?” I screamed as he made a few slashes on my arm. “I wasn’t that close to them, also I couldn’t care less. I don’t even like them. Idiots. I guess you could say I liked Cole a little. But the others. I don’t even remember their names. I just learned them again so that I could have a list to irritate you,” he chuckled. What kind of Mafia boss disregards the well-being of his gang?

But this time she brought the criminologist within me. “What do you mean he didn’t kill me?” I lashed out politely, but the irritation inside me became visible the way I spoke. “I mean, you really don’t know that he is a mafia man?” She lowly mumbled, looking to her left and right. “Mafia?” I raised my eyebrows in bewilderment. “Yes, he is considered one of the most ruthless and cruel men,” “Don’t try to joke me, Andy. Is he really a mafia man?” I asked, holding my rage back or at least trying hard.

With his hands resting on the widow, rubbing his chunk with his fingers, Lucinao embraces the night, and drifts to that day, when the strongest man he knew broke, and broke so badly that now in front of him lays a shell of man, he doesn't recognize. Luciano's eyes flicker at his brother, and he rubs his cheek, " I miss you brother. " he whispers, Bruce looks at both his bosses in the rare view mirror. And feels sorry for both of them. That day was doomsday for the Italian mafia. Bruce still remembers how they were celebrating killing the leader of the Russian mafia. They were celebrating their win, but little were they aware that this win is coming at the cost of losing their leader. A phone

Henry slouched a little on the chair "I love the mafia." I admitted "Not just fame, attention, women or money. I feel free in there and I can do what I want. People think the mafia is a cruel place but it only is to people who don't follow the rules. Other than that I love the mafia. I belong there." Henry smiled at me and then Diana came back with chips and soda. "How are you going to manage a mafia and large hotels?" Diana asked sitting down

I needed to communicate to Tyler where and when I will be free today, I missed the previous night, he must be mad at me. Still stretching out on the bed, I still could not reach out to my phone. I turned my head to the side and saw a huge painting by the wall. It was a man who I recognized, Mariano the most notorious ruthless mafia leader. Some say he is a tyrant, others say he is a psychopath and a maniac.