The Mafia's Willing Prey
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a fur on a cat.It was always there,
een
art.The only thing that could calm him down was the death of another,but
blood all over the floor.He punched him even harder,se
no one,especially not t
ally the one that they begged to stop not Alessandro.Alessandro hardly did the killing himself unless he was r
the man on the ground until his cries of mercy
to betrayal and this man,who was
gripping his throat.He punches him hard again.This t
lay mo
boots against his face and began kicking frantically.It se
brain matter lay on the
n the floor,u
ssandro leave the man whose head had de
ards his underboss. "
o no
nt.Although Marco was half Italian and half American,he had always pledged his loyalty to Alessandro
lking down through the hallway of
York city.He had been raised to be ruthless and cold-hearted.Raised
w it was Alessandro's turn to instill fear in the hearts of many.The people worshipped him.They
sinos,political connection and companies to him,Alessandro had built more of his
ess,so he had grown without a heart.At ten,he had already killed a
been rumoured that he would normally ship the head or a body
the Don
ll now,he had felt a soft spot
murdered in cold bl
that kept him g
nni C
e man who had murdered his mother.Anger and fury
t he was going to destroy Giovan
k a bottle of whiskey and poured it into a g
t that Giovanni had
whom he had been
e mafia world because not a single soul had known of her ex
as hi
her p
sn't her father,she was goin
uciano who was one of his men was also his cousin
traight to the point.Anyone who knew Lucia
a cigarette from the pack where it lay and lit
her?" Luciano asked.He knew the pattern.Anyone who was
es dark and the aura around him
think we should kill her. And I've h
t of place.He needed to torture the hell out of her.She had to feel hi
ll
torture and not
the cigarette st
ve a weddin