máfia wish

e have another one." snake pit, Mr. I smile.

last night and put in five snakes. None of them poisonou

do the honors. ' I hand him the razor blade. He looks down, her eyes glazed over with excitement. And I see the vein in your neck throb with anticipation.

command, "Open your mouth." He closes it, bro

will retaliate. It's just a matter of when, so I'll make it count. "Nite

to reach her mouth and

few well-chosen words and

when I squeeze it, ensuring tightness. His a

ite as he crouches down next t

tting her. I stand up, the pliers still in my hand and his tongue dangling

llow. I hand the pliers to Nite

him swallow," I offer. Nite shakes his head and hands it to Diaz to hol

have taken it. - I put her back in my boot.

open as the bloo

the foor. Your body shakes, his leg pulling t

and he hands me the ice chest. I bend over, opening the small red cooler. mo

I kick him in the shoulder, pushing him onto his

wel in his mouth bloodied. "We need to apply

he coughs and chokes on the Water. Her body

it my body aimlessly. I ge

towel off and throw it to t

lood. Snort, watching her sad a

ing him my back, because

we?" We left, leaving the man b

ell blood and it will be eaten alive or will e

is week has been tough for him and I hate that. I always admired him as a older brother. And he's the reaso

ut my family. We are the Bianchini, the Italian-American mafa that runs most of from Las Vegas. We all hav

committed for life. Nite and I use the ring on right hand. It's gold and big. Heavy. The thing

out. I didn't have a choice. Twenty-two years ago I was born into this and have proved my worth and loyalty to my father and his men ever

d hands.Haven I walk down the hall, my book

hen he does that, it goes off the grid and he'

. It's his father. I know that. Your family is

s. If you have something they want it, they tak

ust like anyth

. They they do not care. They get paid to teach our ungratefu

h something tonight?" - Jasmine question. Jumping u

o, thank you. Emilee laughs from my other side. - I'm not withI want to spend the night in jail. I have plans for this wee

t of course I will be available tonight. And

f these. We should run or die bitches. I watch your back and you mine. Emilee snorts. "The last time I took care of you, we all ended up in the back of a vehicle. Jas

dmit those handcuffs t

ach passing second. Because he Didn't reply to my messages? It doesn't take more than a second to send a fucking message. I need something to take my mind

to slash Trenton's tires," s

und the index fnger

time?" You know he'll fx it all whatever you do with your precious car tom

sses her thumb against her nose and sniffs. -because they have found that stash of coke i

innocent smile, showin

s. - She snorts. -I'm in. - The bastard des

n't give the boy what he deserves, Trenton is a good second choice. We both look at Emilee. S

hrowing her forward. Cross, a member of t

sweatshirt. All baseball team players Wildcats have one. "Excuse me," Jasmin

jabbing her finger at his back. Emilee sighs. "Are you just trying to get yourself into trouble today?" -What? That idiot slammed the door on me. - She rubs he