About Mafia Novels & Stories

She questioned herself. "Aaron belongs to the same profession as the mafia gang, who killed my mother to take revenge on my father." She clenched her fist in anger. "Mafia people are very selfish; they can kill anyone for their own sake." "Ahh, the mafia! I saw them fifteen years ago. They were monsters. They didn't have emotions and killed anyone." Her eyes turned red "But here, these people are very different. Aaron cares about everyone. He knows what is right and what is wrong. "

If the opponent knows everything about you, then you are already losing. That is how things will always be in friendship, love, and war. Sierra and Alek's situation is unique: living under the same roof, sleeping on the same bed, and being tied with marriage by someone who is almost but not quite an enemy. The blurry line between a suspect and a criminal is evidence, and both of them don't have one yet. At this rate, it will be a contest of who catches the other first. The second contest would be how big damage it can cause.

Fuck knows how they got the ducking prototype from my lab but they had and they used it to their advantage and got a better team behind them and we're able to sort out the blimps one by fucking one. Now we're here in Russian territory and lucky if we don't get our heads fucking blown off because even if it sounds insane like it does. Warren and Mulvey are on good terms with the fucking Russian mafia dom: Mikhailov. He is one of their drug entrepreneurs. He knows many patrons that will buy drugs from his men including all the strip bars here. We're in so much shit if Mikhailov even catches wind of us being here. He hates the Green brothers with a passion; they are in a love-hate war between t

Xavier stated twirling his spaghetti around his fork "I'll take you there one day." "I'd be honored." I smiled "What exactly do you do you know where?" "Everything a normal mafia does." Xavier said to me softly and I looked around to make sure no one was listening "We're the biggest and most deadly mafia in Italy. We don't deal with drugs though. We leave that out the mix but we do everything else." "You kill people then?" I asked shyly

“I happen to have a fair bit of sway in our city, you know. With enough money and influence, making positive changes could be as easy as snapping my fingers.” Curious, I turned to face him fully. The setting sun caught his eyes, turning them into a color that was not all that much unlike the color of the sky on a sunny day. “If that’s true, then why haven’t you done something already? What’s stopping you?” His gaze shifted away from mine, settling on a fallen leaf that had been caught in a low-hanging branch. “Because it’s… complicated, I guess,” he sighed, his voice tinged with a rare hint of vulnerability. “The mafia—my dad—controls more than anyone cares to admit. Especially this new ‘W’

He runs the Italian mafia for gods sake, that is nothing I can take lightly. It could never work, right?

Nicole stared at her laptop, eyes roving around the white screen. Her hands eagerly danced on the keyboard. She was perturbed, she was frightened, she was scared. Any words that could describe this sudden agitation and horror that she was drowning in. She was petrified as she kept on surfing on the net. Mafia. She was researching about mafias. The more she searched, the more horror struck she became. "A mafia is a type of criminal organisation whose central activity is the arbitration of disputes between criminals and the organization and efforcement of illicit agreements through the use of violence"

I glared at him and turned to run up the stairs. I got to my room, slammed the door shut, and locked it. I picked up the laptop from the study table and searched for the word that was bothering me the most. "Mafia" Hesitantly, I clicked on the first search result that pulled up and started to read everything about it. Mafia is an informal term that is used to describe a criminal organization that bears a strong similarity to the Sicilian Mafia... Mafias often engage in secondary activities such as gambling, loan sharking, drug trafficking, prostitution, and fraud...

I don't know what that is. "Mafia? What is it?" I asked him while still frowning. "Mafia is a group of criminals, Kali. It is widespread, especially in other countries. They do money laundering and drug trafficking. They also work in the black market where they can sell everything that is stolen, like cars," he explained to mine. Suddenly, my heart pounded. I remembered Anthony's approaches to me before, and as I thought that he would come near me again, I suddenly felt fear. "Similar to our businessmen and businesswomen, they also have enemies like competitors. But the difference is, they threaten and kill each other. Based on the investigation, Anthony has killed many people," he continued

Marco chuckled a deep chuckle and trailed the blunt edge of the knife along the man's face, making him quiver more. "Ever heard of the word mafia?" He asked the man with a malicious smile. The man paled at his words. Of course who doesn't know about Mafias; one of the most deadly group of people in the word, they seem to be even worst that the drug cartels. It never dawned on him that he was in the midst of mafias, he'd thought them to be some kind of hired assassins.