Three 6 Mafia Chapter 2 World Domination Songs Novels & Stories

I turned to look at the face next to her when she shows me no reply. “Dad, do you hear what I'm saying? Please, give me a reply. Tell me you were kiddin'. You're a mafia king, and you can't let it get you killed. Show 'em, Daddy. Show the world how strong you are,” I cried out, refusing to accept the truth that was plainly before my eyes.

Lorenzo said. "She is dangerous. They hacked into our systems," Paul said. "What! If they manage to hack into your system and you are one of the best, that means they can hack any mafia system," Lorenzo said. "She has. I know she has," I told them. "How?" James asked. "If their system knows which tattoo belongs to which mafia, which cars, the leaders, their wives, and children, you think that they haven't?" I asked, and they all kept quiet. "We need them on our side as soon as possible. Maybe she can help us defeat Elijah," James said.

“Don't tell me you're jealous of her.” "No, I'm not." "You are! You're jealous of a six-year-old!" "I'm not jealous." "Your face says otherwise." I couldn't help it. I started laughing. "Lorenzo Vittorini, feared mafia boss, is jealous because a child gave me a flower." "She called you handsome." "She's six!" "Doesn't matter. You're mine." He pulled me close, his arm possessive around my waist. "Not hers." "I don't think she was trying to steal me."

Maeve Ford after graduating high school decides to leave Cario, Egypt for the united states of America in search of her brother who had gone missing for years, to find some clues which could lead her to her brother, she steals a book sorted out by every illegal syndicate, powerful Clans, and even the Mafia, this makes her become a target, and amidst everything she gets caught up in a misunderstanding, entangled with a cold-hearted Ceo, and with the increasing need to find her brother she goes into a contract marriage with the enemy

I smirked at him and focused on other people and nodded my head to the musician to start the music. I began to tap my hand on the microphone to follow the tempo. And I sang: The world can be a nasty place, You know it, I know it, yeah, We don't have to fall from grace, Put down the weapons you fight with, Kill 'em with kindness, Kill 'em with kindness, Kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em with kindness, Kill 'em with kindness, Kill 'em with kindness, Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead now,

He fell with a groan, and I heard Clara’s voice pierce through the room. “Dad!” she yelled, but I didn’t care. I was so satisfied by the fear in his eyes as he stared at me, knowing I could kill him at any moment. It gave me so much satisfaction. “The sixth rule of the mafia is that killing a non-guilty member of the mafia would have you uninstalled as the Don. You can’t kill me. If you do, you will lose everything. I did nothing wrong,” he said, and I yelled out as I let go of him.

Here is the playlist of songs in the book if you want to listen to them: Don't Let Me Down by The Chainsmokers All Of Me by John Legend You are gonna be okay by Bethel Music Ft Jenn Johnson Home by Machine Gun Kelly ft Ambassador and Bebe Rhexa Mirror by Justin Timberlake Forever by Labyrinth

The others echoed it, and for the first time I enjoyed watching a man actually understand what our chant meant. "When that scum who thinks he is the king of the rogues approached you, you should've been more afraid that I'd kill you before he does, but no, you stay under my nose… right under my nose, Festus, and soil the Draevyn name." I growled gently to his hearing while he kept whispering pleas. Then I turned to Darion. "Tell the sinner what we have lost." "Do you remember Singapore?" He asked Festus, his tone calm. "Spain? Men we lost because you led them to camp?"

It sounded like multiple people were holding actual conversations in hushed tones. This was no ball. I thought as I looked around. This was a mafia meeting. I glanced at a group of six men who stood huddled by a band. The band played a rather ominous song, probably something by Mozart or so. Whatever it was, it was pretty deafening. Then how on earth could they hear each other?

I approached my father with a sense of purpose. "Dad, I'm ready for the mafia. I need the power to take down Chase and ensure our family's safety." He grinned, a mix of pride and excitement in his eyes. "Heaven, it's time. I'll call for an all Mafia meeting. You'll need to prove yourself, and once you do, you'll have the power you seek." The anticipation in the air was palpable as the heads of the Mafia families gathered. Chase, though visibly displeased, couldn't escape the gathering. The room buzzed with tension as my father took the floor.