Biggest Mafia In The World Novels & Stories

“You’re telling me you risked betraying me, betraying this club, because of some ghost with wings?” Rafe’s throat worked as he swallowed. “He’s no ghost. He’s the one you don’t see until it’s too late. Deals in shadows, always two steps ahead. He doesn’t just want blood, Maddox—he wants legacies. Dynasties.” Cruz’s jaw ticked, anger simmering beneath his control. “And mine’s next?” Rafe’s lips curved in something like pity. “It’s already begun. You think finding Nova again was coincidence? Think the heat that fell on your head just came out of nowhere?”

My father beamed with pride. The walk back to the office was quiet. The Russian Mafia is not to be fucked with. Our mafia is ranked one of the most powerful, along with the Italians, but the Russian Mafia easily has us outnumbered. They’re allied with the French mainly, and those two mafias on their own car devour us. I entered the office and made my way to the sofa, while my father sat behind his desk, his hand still on his chin. A pose he often does when he’s thinking.

“Just get this over with so I can go home.” “Indeed.” His expression sharpened. “What do you know of the mafia, Mia?” “As little as possible.” When she had first realized exactly what her father did, Mia had made a deliberate choice to avoid it at all costs. Her stepmother had helped shield her the best she could, and she had remained mostly ignorant toward the evil her father committed. “There are varying groups who oversee criminal activity in our fair city, but the three most powerful are the Irish, Italians, and Russians.” He

I asked. “The Godfather is automatically picked as the mafia leader with the largest territory all over the world. The one who controls the most territories in other countries in Europe, America, and other places. That also means he’s the person with the most connections, influence, and who gets along with most mafia organizations in the world. That’s who automatically becomes the Godfather.” “Who is the Godfather?”

I said looking at Lorenzo worried, I did not understand that I was beating, Lorenzo was the Don of the Italian Mafia, as it is possible that I did not know this news first hand. "He may be dead but his killer, he shouldn’t be far away and if the Russian mafia is involved, I think we already know where to start looking for your sister Camilo," Lorenzo said clearing up the confusion. "you’re right and according to the news the new leader of the Russian mafia, announced that he will rule this city from now on. And most importantly, I heard that he is crueler than other leaders and that he does not know the word of mercy in his life, "Camilo said looking at Lorenzo.

I place it on the board in front of me, scanning every face that is present. ‘Ndragheta. Camorra. Sacra Corona Unita. Serbian Mafia. Turkish Mafia. Cártel de Guadalajara. Yamaguchi-Gumi. Sun Yee On. The Yakuza. The Bratva. The Knights of the Road. Even the Nigerian Syndicates. And the Old Guard. The oldest mafia family, consisting of the three main ones. The Italian, the Russian and the Chinese. Together, they oversee the foundational power structures of the empire. They collectively control historical power and legacy. Government. Military and enforcement. Cultural and ritual incidents. Maintaining and disrupting transitions of power.

I replied and tossed a grape in my mouth. The head of the elder in the box turned my knees to mush, but I was sober enough to ask my dad to arrange a meeting with whoever he said was able to help me now. When dad mentioned I needed help from Mafia clans, I didn't think he meant the leader of the Russian Mafia. I don't have to sing songs of their strength. It is the biggest and one of the baddest mafia organizations in the world, and runs some of the dangerous money-multiplying businesses throughout the world.

I said. "I run one of the biggest criminal syndicates in the world," he was scrolling through his iPad on his lap. "I am the head of The Romanov Clan." I wasn't accustomed to these things but I was curious to learn, hoping to find information I could use against this man. "Tell me more," I demanded. He didn't even hesitate. Now this was what I've learnt so far. There are three formidable Mafia syndicates in the criminal world. Each syndicates upholds immense influence on a global scale.

You've got to be fucking kidding me, why me? "What's the name then, I'm sure I would've heard you on the news if that's true?" I acted like I didn't believe him. "We're called the Scar Bloods" he smirked proudly. "Wow, that sounds scary" I teased with a sarcastic tone. "4th biggest Mafia in the world" he uttered as I could smell the alcohol off his breath which sent shivers down my spine. Ace had the biggest Mafia and a bigger dick, just putting it out there. I've heard of the Scar Bloods. They're not as cruel as they make themselves out to be but they have some weird torture methods. I knew instantly that the Scar Bloods hated Ace's Mafia. Simply because Ace

he muttered before hanging up. Finally, she will be here under one hour, then I will be the one who would be ruling her world. I felt pity for what his father did to me. She is the daughter of a mafia! Those heartless mafia who goes against negativity and the Sicilian culture have always followed the righteousness. Our crimes are on purpose we don't murder people for our profits but for the world's protection. "Drive me to the airport, I want to see my rival's daughter," I said to the driver.