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He could make a kid pee in his pants just by his looks. "....I am sure that he will not be distracted by girls anymore. He will stay with his girl even after taking my position of next Capo" his lip twitched. His smile is more dangerous than Xaphan's. I stood up as I couldn't take it anymore. The only thing that was going on in my mind was that the man who is going to marry me is in Mafia! Mafia means drugs, blood, guns, murders. How could I marry a man whose profession is a crime? How would he spare my family when they don't hesitate in killing their own family members for their selfish motives.

This world has a deep secret that will blow everyone's mind. The Mafia World isn't a neutral system of society but only a front face of a much deeper and darker truth. Mafia World is a society that consists of 20 families since it was coined in the 1900s. 10 of them are powerful and well-known in most parts of the world since Sicily, Italy. But these families are not the source of that terror. There is a system older than the oldest Mafia Famiglias. They call it the "Mirage".

Rosa stayed quiet, watching her. Aria continued, ““Last year, I saw a news about a r*pist. He was found dead. The police suspected that he was killed brutally by a mafia group. And the worst part? The body was so horrifying, I couldn’t sleep for like three or four days. I don’t even want to remember it. Their world is bloody. Dangerous!” “Mafia?” Rosa whispered. Aria nodded. “Yeah. They’re the scariest. My dad told me never cross paths with one. They can kill people for no reason.”

keeping some distance between them so she could be able to focus. William dove right into it. "Have you ever heard of the Italian mafia?" He asked, nodding as Louisa shook her head in the negative. He continued. "They are a crime syndicate usually based in Europe but with... let's call it branches all over the world." Louisa was curious. "Well, what do they have to do with what happened fifteen years ago?" He smirked. "You really are impatient, woman. Relax, I'm getting there."

I shouldn’t say any more than that or they might get back with my family because that's just the way they are. Mafias are ruthless. They are rotten to their core. They aren’t the ideal men written in fictions. They’ll hurt you and put you in danger. Children shouldn’t make the mafia the standard no matter how good they came to be in fictions. They are criminals and I know all of it because I once became an underdog of a mafia. They kill ruthlessly and they don’t care how evil they become. “First you stereotyped us for being noble and now, you are stereotyping us as someone worse than a criminal.”

Auracio His best friend. — I am going to become very close to his best friend. I often think back to what happened at the very beginning, to the winding path that led us to where we are today. It is important to understand that the mafia has its roots in a distant past, long before the world ever heard of it. Some historians believe that its origins may date back to the Muslim conquest of Sicily, when Christian princes, forced into exile, took refuge in the mountains and remote areas. To continue to secretly rule over their lands, they supposedly formed secret societies based on strict codes of honor and a rigid organization. These groups, dogmatic and elitist, laid the foundations for the m

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

But Anna’s terrified eyes met mine. “No,” I said firmly and louder this time. “Let her go.” He smirked at me. “You are foolish, girl. I’m giving you a chance to live. Leave now. You don’t want to mess with the Cruz Mafia.” What the fuck! Cruz mafia? Anna had told me about them on our way here. They are the second biggest mafia in the country. “Oh God,” I whispered. “Please,” I pleaded as I came closer, “let her go.”

“The only thing humorous about you both is your miserable lives and utter lack of intelligence.” The class erupted into stifled snickers, and Engineer Akinyemi let the moment linger, clearly pleased with himself for reasons best known to him. Finally, he added, “The mafia can also be called the mob, the syndicate, the outfit… or even la nosa costra.” He paused abruptly, his expression darkening at the sound of a barely audible giggle. “Mirabel! Or should I say Miracle?” he snapped, zeroing in on her. “Care to share what’s so funny?”

Mariano laughed again. "He studied Mechanical Engineering." Alex winked at me. "What? Then why the hell you guys are in the mafia? I thought illiterate guys join the mafia." I exclaimed. "No, cara. A mafia needs well-educated and strong people. We need both the brain and competency unless we want the mafia to fall." Mariano chuckled. "Yes. Haven't you heard 'Give me an educated mother, I'll give you a developed nation'? The mafia works like that. If we weren't intelligent and educated enough, we could never build a whole empire in the underworld." Alexander explained.