máfia wish

d up!" - Him pokes his brother in the chest. -Is that you. — He points to my aunt who is standing in the corner of the living room with her back against the window that

the Italian-American mafa, he decides when his time is up and how you pay for your sins.

ckles down his chin, but she doesn't dare to go to her husband. No, she stays in her corner, knowing full well that there is nothing she can do. At that point, all she can hope for is may my father spare her life. “You son of a bitch,” Marco growls, wiping away the blood. My dad pulls the gun from the waistband of his pants and points it dow

k back at my uncle. He never

and will die in it, but his brother younger alw

John Bianchi's way of sparing him. He could have made my uncle s

ntly as tears ru

out to dinner to celebrate teen years of marriage. “Take off your clothes,” my dad

p. With the hands trembling, she lets go of the

Her fragile body trembles as she covers her bare breasts with her arms. M

been feeding information

re, so, if she wasn't the snitch, then her husband was. He w

her eyes and sobs uncontrollably. "Do you keep your damn shut mouth;

snarled in her face. “Keep…my…mouth…closed,” she snaps. He relea

in your way, son. Not even the damned blood. They will be the frst to undermine you and should be the f

ats with adrenaline. Anticipation. The sound of screaming is like music to my ears. a beacon of hope calling to me,

ld me to go hunting. But this is not the kind of hunt where you hang your game on the wall l

s prey. I reach the clearing and see a

o men. Your lips pull back in a snar

rom his mouth. His eyes go to Nite, who to my side. "You will pay

ing we all came to term

s, it's not just limited to the mobster. There are many angry people in the world who feel the

bite into his le

eins pop out neck and saliva fies as he gasps. "Would you

game fucks them up more than actual violence. "Fuck off, Luca!" he

ith fury, but he doesn't say nothing. He turns t

his mind. -I think that we mu

appoint him. If I do that, I'll be the only one in the trap. And I refuse to give give him any reason why he doesn't need me. useless men end dead and buried in the desert. My fa

pitfalls here. We broke into your log cabin an hour ago,

ared. We spent all last night putting the things in order. Reaching

next to his bloodied leg. —start to cut, I order. "Wh... what?" He cries and pulls her off the ground. "It won't cut the chain. he boils, jerking her toward me. -Will not. “I

ng off a group of bandits who tried to steal

wo: he was a child that there was nobody. My

-Back! Bernard orders, raising the knife I gave him to cut

m. I throw my he

ams. "I already cut you

air. Nite goes to him, grabbing Bern

Pathetic,” I spit. As a member of the Mafa,

ca? I turn to face my father's right hand man, Diaz. he made