THE UNPREDICTABLE MAFIA.

THE UNPREDICTABLE MAFIA.

Ekene okoh

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The UNPREDICTABLE MAFIA is a story written by author Okoh Ekene. It is a replicate of the grand MAFIA. Please support the author by reading the story.

THE UNPREDICTABLE MAFIA. Chapter 1 Feared commander.

"In a dark, seedy alleyway, a man stood, smoking a cigarette and staring up at the stars. He was dressed in a sharp black suit, and his eyes were cold and calculating. As he stood there, lost in thought, he heard footsteps approaching him. He turned around, and there, standing before him, was a tall, muscular man, with a scar across his face and a cold, steely gaze. 'You're late,' the man in the suit said, his voice low and dangerous.

"The muscular man grunted in response, and the two men began to walk down the alleyway together. The man in the suit led the way, and the muscular man followed close behind, his hands balled into fists. 'So, what's the job this time?' the muscular man asked, his voice gruff and intimidating. The man in the suit didn't answer immediately, instead, he stopped and turned to face the muscular man. He looked him dead in the eye, and said, 'I need you to kill someone.' The muscular man didn't even flinch, instead, he simply nodded and said, '

"The man in the suit took a deep breath and said, 'The target is a member of the rival crime family. He's been causing us trouble for months, and I need him gone.' The muscular man considered this for a moment, then asked, 'Is this personal, or just business?' The man in the suit gave a small, sad smile and said, 'It's both.' The muscular man nodded again, then asked, 'When do you need it done?' The man in the suit said, 'Tonight. Meet me at the docks at midnight.' The muscular man nodded once more, then turned and walked away.

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