Romans & histoires The Mafia Who Lost His Cool

“Quit looking at me and sign the damn papers already. We've got a lot of other things to get to.” I nodded nervously, skimming over the papers quickly, my pen poised over the signature line. It would be fatal to defy my father. Norman Stravkos was a no nonsense man. The head of a powerful underground Mafia gang. A pesky drug lord that evaded the hands of the law like sudden lightening. His word was law, and his actions — unbred chaos.

"Run along now, before I decide to teach you a lesson you won't forget." The thugs hesitated, sizing up the newcomer with wary glances. One whispered in a very low tone to the other beside him, “Is that not Spencer McCarthy? the most renowned mafia in this city, We need to leave before he deals with us” Sensing an opportunity, Sofia seized her chance and bolted, her heart pounding in her chest as she fled into the night.

"The way you look now, I doubt if you will be able to stand up right away. Tomorrow. Wait for the name and photo of the person you are going to kill.” "You're excited, kid," said Elliot. "Whatever else you order, I will do it," Apollo said weakly. Logan smoked a cigarette and blew the smoke into Apollo's face causing him to cough. “Good. You are easy to talk to. Just wait for what we will do to you tomorrow." (END OF FLASHBACK)

She said and he sighed. “Am a gangster, am a mafia guy, I do dirty works with Russians, I kill people, not intentionally though, only those that mess with me, I smuggle drugs and guns but I don't do drugs, in short am a bad person, that is the way I make my money, my companies and different investments are just like a cover up for all, am really sorry I didn't tell you all this while, please don't leave me.” Eddy rushed his words and stared at her to see her facial expression and it was blank, he couldn't tell how she was feeling.

Mike said and that is when I lost it. "What the hell do you mean that he is gone?" I snapped. "There was an attack in the house but they attacked our men silently. That is why we didn't hear anything. When Abigail went to check on Ivan, she found she was missing and that is when we realised all our men were dead," Ace exclaimed. I nodded my head because I was afraid that if I speak, I will end up hurting someone. But who was I kidding? I ended up speaking anyway. "Are you sure your mafia is the most feared?" I asked angrily. "Honestly you have a mole in your mafia and still haven't noticed. Pray to God that I get that kid in the next forty eight hours cause if I don't, I will kill you," I to

Ella's pov He left me hanging, my panties are with him the devil 👿, I did my business and moved to the waiting room, the place was set. One thing about the mafia they are good at throwing parties, this is really beautiful I said to myself peeping from the door. The deco was amazing and don't get me started about the men and women looked, they all look exquisite. Many looked out calculating their next move of course it's a mafia party and violence is their language. Dennis mom came over looking into my eyes.

He still hasn’t finished his words when his right-hand grasped what his question would be and answered before he could speak more. “It’s the Bonsignore–” The moment he uttered that name, Granger rashly slapped the table in front of him with his knuckles. He opened his eyes slowly. While his first gaze contained disbelief and confusion, now his eyes lit with fire from the rage rushing in his body. It was that goddamn mafia–again and again. Fuck! His breath became heavy. Every nerve of his body was pulsating with anger.

“I am glad you are so considerate. You are the best rival I’ve had since your father. May his soul rest in peace.” “Amen. You should have come to his forest… I mean funeral.” Cockeye laughed carelessly at his mistake. He laughed and loosened up. And that is one mistake you never make in the Mafia world. If you lose guard, you lose your life. With a small smile of fake defeat sprawled over my lips, I walked until I reached him. “You must have been smoking a lot,” I said. “Mawwy Whammy is the best,” his rumoured lisp showed itself. I guess we can never totally hide our flaws no matter how hard we try.

“I am not terrifyingly cute. I am vigilant. Focused. A leader.” Tattia laughs outright. “A leader… over corner guards and throw pillows.” He huffs, folding his arms. “Those corners are lethal.” By now, I’m sitting on the couch, hands resting on my bump, trying not to cry-laugh at him. Four months in, and the man is officially a walking panic attack disguised as a mafia boss. Don't get me wrong, at the company he is who he is, a ruthless boss, but within the walls of the house he becomes paranoid. I sent videos of him losing it to Mathew, and he laughed.

“The great Marco Vallardi eats street tacos?” He shrugged, looking more relaxed than I’d ever seen him. “Best tacos in New York,” he said, ordering two with a familiarity that caught me off guard. For a moment, he wasn’t the mafia boss—the man who had fired a gun in a warehouse hours ago. He was just Marco, with an easy smile and a casual posture, as if the weight of his world didn’t exist. We sat at a folding table beside the cart, under a flickering streetlamp. He slid a taco toward me, and when our fingers brushed, the contact sparked something in my chest.