A Moba Novels & Stories

Perez chuckles, wondering why he'll be holding a glass of wine for an hour. “Now you'd have to hold it like this, don't shake the glass of wine. Hold it at the end here.” She placed his finger around the glass, trying to show him how to hold a wine glass properly in the event. “What's this event about?” Perez asked, staring at the smile on Scarlet's face. “This is an event organized by The MOB. It's an event that they host once a year. It's to celebrate the fact that they've made a hundred million dollars in profits.” Scarlet's words left Perez stunned, wondering how it would feel to be a part of the MOB.

She's the only thing he has of his wife. I've see what losing a family member does to the men in this business. Chul-Moo's wife got killed a few years back, he went through a rough couple of years before he got back to normal. That's the thing about us; when we hate, we hate hard but we love even harder. "Miliani! I got her! I got the kid!" Mafalda suddenly exclaims and I immediately hung up the phone I was using on the desk. I rush to her and grab the phone out of her hands, "Hello?"

Lorenzo said. "She is dangerous. They hacked into our systems," Paul said. "What! If they manage to hack into your system and you are one of the best, that means they can hack any mafia system," Lorenzo said. "She has. I know she has," I told them. "How?" James asked. "If their system knows which tattoo belongs to which mafia, which cars, the leaders, their wives, and children, you think that they haven't?" I asked, and they all kept quiet. "We need them on our side as soon as possible. Maybe she can help us defeat Elijah," James said.

“Really? Ever heard of JAAYDEN JAMES BRUNO? ‘’Yes, the multibillionaire businessman, CEO BRUNO GROUP OF COMPANIES. He rules the Bruno Empire and controls wealth all most all of the top and popular cities of the world, which seems impossible and he is a powerful being that cannot be double crossed. Topping it all, he’s the heart throb of many women and he has every woman wrapped around his fingers and at his beck and call. Why the question? I know him so well” “Yeah great. I’m glad to inform you that you just double crossed him. The man before you is Jayden James Bruno, you fool. Athena announced.

C83 – MORAL DILEMMA. The club was almost empty. And at the back, Judge Matthieu Chevalier held his whiskey glass, swirling it calmly before speaking. "My little kitten has already agreed to get it for me," he said, taking a long sip. "Once those ports and trucks are in my hands, they'll be for your boss." The judge had been on the Italian mafia's payroll for years—turning a blind eye to certain "businesses" in exchange for generous sums of money.

Evelyn said, and held out her hand. The cut across her palm was fast; the sting came late and clean. Maera caught the blood with her thumb, smeared it along the iron, drew a line on Evelyn’s brow and another at her throat. “Three doors,” she said. “The wolves enter by one. We will use the other two.” “What happens if it eats me?” Evelyn asked. “Then it learns, and you are simply gone,” Maera said, tidy with the cruelty that truth earns when it has no time. “Quiet your fear. Gods have noses.”

They must have been torturing Cassius, and we didn’t know how bad! Mathew went on, “Devitos are the most powerful and notorious crime group. It’s difficult to find out about Cassius. Boss has already searched in North and South America. But we couldn’t find any clue where they have been keeping him. We have our men and women spreading across Europe. They are trying their best to find a hint of him. We are just a clue away from him.”

They came from different groups but shared the same goal: to take the mind control chipset. “Which one does my boss want, Robert?” said the Blood mafia representative. He wanted to ensure the device his boss wanted was genuine. Robert smiled, without responding to the mafia representative's words, he opened his suitcase and showed him the dangerous device he had made. There was a chipset with a brain logo, several serums to support the chipset, and a small box containing the algorithm to recreate the dangerous device. Soon, he closed his suitcase again. “Then where is the money I want?”

His expression showed anger and despondency. Boris is tall, very tall. His body was very muscular, with tattoos all over his body and an ethereal posture. I couldn't deny that he was a handsome and attractive man. His hair was dark, slicked back. Dark brown eyes, almost black. A thinning beard, making his features even more mature. The look the mobster had on me didn't please me. It only made me even more afraid. My mother looks at me and gestures with her hand. She wants me to say something.

Gregg said firmly to his subordinates. "Yes sir! I'll go back to Country Z maybe she hasn't traveled to another place yet. Especially to the Mover City. For a teenager like her, much ideal to seek help from friends or teachers... I'll start from that circle first since in my investigations she doesn't have many friends since she was a bully victim. She's a castaway from then on..." Hanz stop from what he was about to say. "What? Because his father is a member of the most wanted organization in the country L and related to Margola?" Gregg was a bit annoyed with what he was about to say. Margola is the leader and the no. 1 most wanted drug dealer in Country L.