The Mafias Angel Novels & Stories

Just like how the angel Michael was the battle angel, destroying the demons while being good and pure. Maybe I'll call him Michael, it'll be my own secret name for him. I doubt we would meet again; just like Mabel said, he probably ended up in M&T's by accident, but I knew it'd take a while for his memory to leave my mind. If only... Nah, there's no way.

I implored, my heart pounding with anticipation. I needed answers, I needed to clear his name and uncover the truth. "Let it be Angel. The mafia world is more dangerous than you can think. I don't want you to get hurt even more. Let the things be hidden. My life has already ended, I want you to live your life" he urged, his eyes pleading.

She answers him and walks among all the guests. "Angel waits for me," he says and runs after her. Angel walks through all the guests, she sees all the mafia people dressed in tailored suits as each one steps, a beautiful young girl half their age stands next to them She looks at the girls as they rub on the mobsters. "Ugh, what do girls do today for money," she says out loud "Tell me about it" Angel turns around and sees an old woman standing in front of you. "I'm sorry sometimes I think out loud," Angel said to her

He was hungry for blood and needed the screams or someone pleading for mercy to ease the anger he felt towards life and he has just found the perfect scapegoat. First, the bastard sold her off to become a sex slave just so that he could pay his death and now he was hearing he had molested Arya as a child? Diego had been trouble from the start, swinging from one Mafia boss and gambling house to another, trying to help in dealing drugs so he could gamble away. Always getting himself caught up in one mess or the other. He had not been a responsible father to Arya when her mother had died and he still has the guts to molest her?

the wolf " Moretti, one of the biggest and most feared real estate mogul. His black suit was as dark as the night outside, his eyes cold especially under that chandelier, the blue eyes shown and looked some type of green. Everyone knew who he was or had heard of him. He was good at what he did and he was known for being ruthless and merciless. Both qualities I did not agree with. But my qualities did not matter in this instance, I needed his help and if sucking up to him will let him help me out then that's what I was going to do. I picked two of the tequila shots I had ordered and drank them before gathering the courage to walk up to his section. To the world I was Kalia Kiari. The daughter

she murmured softly, her voice barely audible for fear of waking him. Her eyes remained locked on him as her thoughts wandered. She recalled how casually Leonard dismissed the injury on the back of his head, claiming it was something he was used to. It baffled her, though she chastised herself for being so naïve. Leonard Hugues wasn’t an ordinary man—he was part of a criminal syndicate. As a high-ranking member of the Lafleur mafia, his life was anything but safe. Each day was a battle for survival in a world where the strong devoured the weak, and in the mafia, survival came by any means necessary. Leonard, no stranger to this reality, had lived in its shadows since he was a boy.

“Now listen very carefully,no one speaks to me in that manner,not even the Mafias. I wrecked you? Do you know what your little bitch self had done to me? You are the manipulator here! I have been out of my mind recently and it's all your fault…you keep occupying every single place in my head (he tightened his grip)..I can get rid of you anytime,and trust me no one in this city and country would suspect me and your body will not be found. We made a contract..I saved your ass many times you ungrateful slut,now let me warn you, you better not push me to the wall! Drive me crazy one more time,you will be forgotten,your little nieces will be my toys as soon as they are of age” He released her. An

I looked at Angel and opened the message. "Are you following me?" Read the message. I hiked a brow and scoffed at him which left a scowl blanketing his face. I decided to play so I just ignored him and watched the players instead pretending to be totally amazed. ____ Angel I had been out with my men to attend to business. We went to meet up with Don Ricardo, one of the men I had ally with in the business. He was a friend of my step father and had rendered useful ideas to me when I first took over the mafia business.

"Lives with her dad. They're hard-core broke so she works lots of part-time jobs. Her mom is terminally ill. Has been like that for a few years now. We trailed her a bit more and found out the money she stole was deposited for her mom's hospital bills. Should we move in on her?" I didn’t answer. Instead, I turned to my laptop and typed in the name Movark. A file popped up on the screen. My eyes scanned the document, and suddenly, I froze. A slow, wolfish grin spread across my face as I read, followed by a low chuckle. Jet frowned, glancing at Marcus, who looked equally confused. “Boss?” Jet ventured cautiously. I leaned back in my chair, chuckling softly. The sound grew louder, echoing throu

I bow my head on her shoulder and she chuckles slightly as she caresses my hair. “Shhh, now. Tell me what has happened?” she says and I pull back from her and look at Ryder and the man who is next to him. Ryder nods his head once to me and I look at the man and Cassandria sees me looking. She walks to him and stands beside him. “Angel, let me introduce you to my husband, the mafia king Matteo DeAngelis.” She says and I stiffen before I bow slightly and he chuckles.