The Mafia Who Lost His Cool Novels & Stories

Niko said as he strolled into the tiny apartment I'd rented for the week. I didn't even look up. Just buried my face in my hands. "You're the last person I want to see." He ignored that. Of course he did. "I'm your favorite person," he said with that crooked smile that never quite fit his face. He was a hard man built from glass shards and iron will. He'd been Capo of the Italian mafia, and now here he was, standing in my kitchen like a bad memory, holding a suit like we were about to play dress-up.

U just had to keep my mouth shut and i feel like I never had such good luck in life because now I just had to go ahead and get involved with a freaking mafia boss. This was my life. This was just my sad and pathetic sad life and it's only just a matter of time before Marco finally kills me and I knew that to help myself and also stay alive I just had to shut up and keep my mouth shut so that I could live longer. My heart was beating so fast and I didn't even know how I was going tj face him. He didn't catch me unlike last time but yet I felt so scared because he was a freaking mafia boss which meant that he could do literally anything to me and that meant killing me in one go

"No Shawn, I can't use you, you know you are the most intellegent, funny... beautiful- not as handsome as my Xavier though" The smile on his face fell, "Then I can't help you" he said jokingly "Okay you are the most handsome man in the world" "Lying doesn't change anything, so tell me what you want" "I want to have a conversation with you" "A conversation with me, well what an honour, I'm all ears" "Okay, so it's something about this Mafia stuff" "I knew it, you really are a curious little kitten aren't you?" "I just needed to know these few things. So I read many stories of how the Mafia stuff runs, and I think there was a part that really disturbed ne, you know the bloody sheets thing"

asked Keanu as he leaned his head out of the car window. "Well... Sir, there's something that's bothering me. The biggest mafia in the city hasn't been found yet and someone in a certain area lost his life, most of them were dealers. So we assume that there is a lot of dealing going on in our cities, smuggling and yes we are trying to find out who the big mafia is," the police officer replied. Keanu nodded and he broke out in a cold sweat. Of course the mafia in question was the Leopold family who were now controlled by Marteen who made many dealers lose their lives not because they couldn't pay what Marteen demanded but simply because they were incompetent and Marteen hated incompetent peop

She sits up and looks at him over her shoulder "You should have listened. So your going to shut the fuck up, take your ass down there with them following behind you and listen to the plan he has in hopes of saving what you claim is the love of your life and your kids" "Fucking hell my dicks hard" Alex says making Sapphire turn to him and wink. "Damn princess, let's get this over with so I can have my way with you" Ace says as he helps her off the bed. Mason was the one person the brothers thought they would never work with, especially given that hes been a shadow in his own family and all things related to the mafia side of things. Mason was known as the one to stay out of the fight unless h

A grainy photo of me in Nikolai’s arms with both of us stumbling out of the bar like drunken lovers was plastered across the screen beneath a headline about Italy’s most untouchable crime lord and a “mystery woman.” My stomach dropped. And then the rest of the night hit me like a train. The drinks. The laughter. The heat. His mouth on mine. Oh no…oh no, no, no.. I stumbled out into the street forcing deep breaths as guilt and rage fought for dominance inside me. I went back to my office and dumped the flash drive with the files I'd gotten so far. I left a note there for Sterling which said: “This is all you’re getting. I'm off the case.”

I whispered, tears prickling my eyes. "How the great have fallen." A voice so cold sliced through the air. "The great Gabriel Russo, Don of the Miami Mafia, beaten up and blood soaked, on his knees. Now what do I call this?"

He was in his mid-forties, but he feared the mafia boss. “He–he–” “Speak up!” Don commanded. The man tightened his grip on his file while shifting his glasses with his other hand. “Can we have a brief talk in my office?” the man asked in a quaky voice. “I need to hear it here, Doc” “Mr. Gonzalez sustained serious injuries after the dagger pierced his heart. By the time we needed to stabilize him, he had already passed away. I'm sorry.” the doctor explained. “You are sorry for what? That you were unable to save my uncle? The only family I have left?!” Donatello fumed.

I was losing my patience with passing hours. He left from there and I tried to think with a calm mind which seemed impossible. Whenever I close my eyes, her face dances in front of me. Arielle trusted me blindly but I failed her twice. How am I going to face her? “Vincent De Niro, the all mighty, mafia lord, Capo De Capi, the Godfather of Sicilian mafia etc. etc. You lost my daughter! I doubt if you lose everything one day in the hands of some kids.” Desmond Wilson taunted me and I closed my eyes to sink the humiliation.

"New York" The most feared Mafia King was standing there fixing his gaze on the glass. This was the second time he lost his shipment. And now his doubt turned to be a confirmed statement. He has a mole inside his team who dared to backstab him and get into his nerves. After a few minutes, he turned his face and started working towards Brando. He saw him coming but tried to maintain a calm composer. The most difficult part was to remain fearless in front of the ruthless man Carlos. He doesn't bother about anything but money and power. Brando was looking at his every action to understand what would be his next step. He was always unpredictable and uncertain when it came down to attacking someo