Mafiatalia Stories

for people who want to rp

Don't call me яσχιє. That's not me anymore. Don't try looking for me. I'm never there. Don't rely on me. мσиєу doesn't persuade me a̶n̶y̶m̶o̶r̶e̶.̶ Don't cнαℓℓєиgє me. I don't need a gυи to end you. Don't get me involved in your foolish мαfια. I'm done with that. Don't ask me about the мαfια. It was a regret. Never mess with my family or else you're ∂єα∂. Anger me, but don't be surprised when your jaw is crooked. Stoic, cold, emotionless. That's мє. I don't care if you like me or not. I probably won't see you again. And if I do, you better leave. I don't need these мємσяιєѕ. But what's this? A deal? I already said that I won't fall for your pointless мαfια affairs. I don't want мσиєу. I don't want мєи. I don't want fαмє. I don't want this. I want to live иσямαℓℓу. But I guess it's true. It's hard to run away fσяєνєя.

As an assassin your primary and most important goal is to.... well.... kill people silently. You were well known for that, everyone you worked with praised you for your skills. Great at hiding, killing, and all other special talents you had could be considered top of the class. But some groups have kept their eye on you. They watched as the others marveled at your work. Maybe one day, they might recruit you, and you might face the choice of killing the person you love the most. ((Mafiatalia x Assassin! Reader))

Lovino Vargas just escaped from the Mafia he worked in. Once he's out, he became involved in the police with his new friends. Five years later, the mafia appeared again in his life but without the mafia knowing him. What would happen to him? This story involves violence, a little swearing, and is a hetalia fanfiction. I don't own hetalia, it belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya.. If I did I shouldn't be making this

who knew one explosion can change your entire life. that one person who pushed you like in some sort of domino which connected you to different people, being brought all together by fate. blessing or a lesson.