The Mafia Who Lost His Cool Novels & Stories

That meant I could leave cleanly, without anything tying me down. For the next two days, Tony didn't call or even leave a message. I used the time to remove everything of mine from the villa, leaving only a small suitcase. On the day I was to leave, Curtis was already waiting outside at dawn. As the car drove onto the highway, the morning news played on the radio. "The city's two largest mafia families, the Rizzos and the Gambinos, broke into violent conflict last night, with heavy casualties on both sides. The Rizzos’ leader was killed on the scene..."

My father spoke out as he wiped a tear from his eyes from laughing so hard. “What is it?” I asked shortly. The familiar pain in my heart was returning, and I needed to see if Allegra’s letter came today. “As you know, the Italian and American Mafias have never been so successful, profitable, and organized.” Xavier spoke out as he leaned back in his chair. I walked back over to the bottle of whiskey and poured myself another glass.

"I used to hear a lot about the mafia when I first started working at the club but slowly the talk died down because there were rumours they left or went underground. I personally think they went moved though. I haven't heard anything about them." "What if I told you I was in the mafia?" I lock eyes with him. "I'd make you give it up. Remember when I said I hated lies and secrets? I also hate violence so, yeah. If you were smart, you'd pick me over your power. So I'd hope that you were a smart man." I take in a deep breath. "But also if you were a smart man, you would've already told me. Anywho, enough talk about that stuff, how is Stasia?"

❤️ A faint smirk touched his lips. “I know you’ll hate me… you’ll be angry…” His fingers tightened slightly in her hair— “But this… is what’s best for us.” A pause. “And today… the way you fought…” 🔥 “I liked it.” His gaze darkened. “Because that strength… will save you in the future.” He exhaled slowly— “There will come a time… when you’ll feel completely broken…” His voice dropped— “But you’ll have to stand again… because you are the Queen of this mafia world…”

If so I need to get the girls away from them as quickly and humanely as possible. They're not good guys though they may seem it on the outside inside they don't give a shit about anyone but themselves ever since Maulvey’s sister committed suicide they became the most deadly drug dealer assassin and I feel that a storm is coming and the worst one in history one that can cause a war between the mafia and the drug lords. There has already been some ruckus about Dreads death and if they are blaming either of these two girls as well as the Greens they will take their ultimate revenge and it won't be pretty.

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.

"Now you can imagine what I am capable of doing to you, right? You see, my little Love, I could crush your neck right now, and no one would ever know. I could strip you down and fuck you right here on this bed, and absolutely no one would come to save you." His smirk vanished, replaced by an expression of pure, chilling stone. "So, this is my final warning. Do not test my patience. I am already having a very hard time keeping my cool around you, and you are being fucking impossible. The next time you decide to open your smart mouth, think very carefully about the consequences. Alright?" "Y-yes," I choked out, the tears flowing freely now. "Are... are you in the mafia?" the words tumbled out

This was his job and he was damn good at his job. He sucked on his teeth as he contemplated whether or not to tell me what he knew. I saw the exact moment he caved in when his shoulders arched forward by an inch, "Four and a half years ago the head of the mafia died. He was shot in what was said to be a drug deal gone wrong. He had no family to take his place so his second in command, Eddie Marino, took his spot at Capo. The one that died, I have a feeling he has something to do with Jericho's father's death."

Matter of fact, neither does my father. The first most well known family is the De Santis. Most people don't know it but they're also in the mafia. And of course, they're first. Their leader, Ace De Santis is 22 and rumors has it, he is fucking awesome at his job. People are scared of him. I, however, most people think im a damn myth. Not that i care, people believe what they want. The leader of the Italian mafia is Ace while my father is the leader of the American mafia. We are allies... Sort of. "ALEXIA SKYLAR HALE. FOCUS.", My father yelled through the ear piece

She stared at him in anger while stepping out. "How has my plan failed? How did Vicente let Samantha go? How has she come back?" "Darling, you are messing with the wrong person. I can't hurt you because I like you but I can definitely hurt Aaron." He smiled devilishly. After some time. Samantha, Martin, and Peter gathered in one room. "Tell me, what’s the problem between my father and Aaron's father?" She asked Martin "Aaron's father's name is Lucas. He was the godfather of the mafia of Italy before he died. "