Novels by Soibi_writes

CARLONEI watched from a distance as my twin stood still at the sound of the bodyguard holding a revolver in his hands.Without uttering a word, he circled Carlo like a predator about to feast on his prey.My gaze met with the man in black. Neither I nor my twin flinched, instead we maintained our cool.At that moment, another bodyguard walked toward us, lowering a piercing stare at me and switching gazes.The both of them looked at each other and burst out in laughter.Carlo and I were confused but we kept our emotions in check.“They are not who we are looking for."The taller guard’s voice rang in the air.“Yeah, these pussies are too scared even to move." The other guard echoed with a mocking smile on his face.“Are you done?" He barked at us.I simply nodded.He patted Carlo on the shoulder and asked us to leave.“Sloppy bastards." He echoed as we were leaving their presence.I clenched my fists to throw a jab at him but my twin whispered to me to control my anger.“There will be

CARLOMy twin and I, disguised in human masks with different identities, entered Madoff’s Mansion precisely ten minutes after the power was cut off.Boss Antonio’s connections within the power supply company gave him leverage over a loyal follower, who promptly cut off the power to the mansion at his order.We approached the bodyguards at the gate, showing them fake IDs.The guards scrutinized us for a few seconds before calling to confirm the power failure.Satisfied with the explanation, they allowed us through. We marched towards the main entrance where we were searched thoroughly by another set of bodyguards.The guard who seemed to be in charge questioned Carlone and me, inquiring suspiciously,“This is unusual, we’ve never experienced a power failure before, and you guys arrived so fast. How come?”Carlone remained unfazed, replying calmly, “You are a VIP, sir, and we are efficient in every sense of our job.”The guard nodded, but I could sense the scrutiny that lingered in his

ANGELAMy phone rang.I already knew who was calling. The man whose mission was the reason I was in this mansion, occupied by the Mafia.“Have you made progress?" His hoarse voice rang through my phone.“Yes, he has tasted my cake," I replied confidently.“Impressive. Now wait for further instructions,” he uttered and hung up.At that moment, I heard footsteps.Someone was approaching the door, so I quickly hid the phone in the usual place under the wash basin in the bathroom.When I came out of the bathroom, my gaze met with Don Vito’s.His smile shocked me all over.“There you are."“What have you been up to?” he asked, drawing me closer to him.I smiled coyly. “Nothing really. Keeping myself ready for you.”Don Vito’s lips curled into a grin as I leaned in and kissed him.He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into an embrace, and then gently pulled me onto his lap.“I have a surprise for you,” he said, whisking two bags with his right hand.“Here you go, these are for you.”“Wh

ANTONIO“What?” I was stunned.I couldn't believe my eyes as I read the text on the screen of my phone. The roaches were no other than the Dalmorra gang, a trusted ally of ours.They were known for their brutality and discrete methods of operation, but Dr. White was no novice in this spy game.To prove his information, he sent a picture along with the text, which I confirmed was authentic.I saw the black dodge that trailed us tonight parked a block away from Madoff's Casino, which meant they observed our operation tonight at the Casino. I racked my brain, wondering if they were not on to us inside the Casino.If that were to be so, we have strong competition in securing the hundred million dollars, which I suspected the Dalmorra gang to be interested in.But if they were observing us from outside the Casino, it's possible they don't know the specifics of our plan yet. Either way, we need to be careful and reconsider our strategy.Could it also have been the Dalmorra gang that sent me

DON VITO“Welcome, Boss," a guard greeted me, opening the door to the torture room in the basement.I walked into the dark room, snapping my finger to turn on the lights, and Xander's parents jerked in fear at the intensity of the bright light.I did a 360 movement around Xander’s parents like a predator circling its prey, before walking to the edge of the room and taking my seat.I could smell the fear in them, even across the room, as they visibly shook. Their cowardice fueled my rage—I hate pussies. They were sure to get the DON VITO experience.At the snap of my finger, they were waterboarded, their heads tilted backward as a torrent of water deluged their faces. The sound of their cries was a sweet melody to my ears until I had enough.“Please!!!" they wailed, at the top of their voices in excruciating pain as they struggled to catch their breath.Vance lit my cigar, and I inhaled the smoke before releasing a long stream of smoke into the air."What did I hear you say?" I cackled

ANTONIOMy gut feeling was right. My team and I watched as the black Dodge drove by speedily, obviously in search of us, but the disappointment was in store for whoever they were.I waited for a minute, then turned on the ignition and slowly reversed the van before swerving the wheel and accelerating at full speed out of the dark alley into the bustling city.Driving into a public parking lot, I stopped a distance away from where the other vehicles were parked. Cristo and I switched to another car, while the twins drove off ahead of us in a coupe.As I drove out of the parking lot and into the street, I observed, from my rear mirror, that there was no car in sight before hitting the button of the detonator.“Bang!!" We could hear the blast of the Van from a block away, Cristo and I burst into laughter, the twins must have loved the sound of that.“Now that's how a pro does it!" I muttered under my breath.Cristo was looking at me in amazement. “Wow, Antonio, you are always a step ahea