Novel & Cerita Black Mafia Bosses

he took a bite into the slice of toast. "I'm the Don, the boss of bosses," he proudly told me, "Sergio is the underboss and he answers to nobody, sometimes not even me. Then we have, my darling sister and Leonardo, or the Capo's, or in the full term Caporegimes. Nobody else holds any other title, and nobody else ever will," he said expressionless, "nobody enters the Leonardo mafia, and even when entered, nobody leaves..." he whispered menacingly as I watched him pull out a gun as the maid appeared again, this time she was unaware and I watched as she delicately placed the jar of water on the table, her back to Salvatore, before Salvatore pulled the trigger and her body fell onto the table. "

The three Wolves brothers are the leaders of the organization based in Spain. On the right side are Aunty Kristen and Christopher Black, leaders of the United States organization. Also present are Yaroslav Ivanov, the Pakhan of the Bratva, and his brother, Yasir Ivanov, the Vor of the Bratva and leader of the Vor v Zakone. Manolo Díaz, leader of the Cartel Cali in Colombia, is also at the table. My brother is at the end of the table, representing the Vladimir organization, which has risen from the ashes and is working closely with the Russian mafia.

I shook my head, staring at Carl, with Damon and Kelvin coming to my side. “What's going on, boss? Is there something that we don't know about?” Damon asked as he got to me and stood staring at me. “Does it have anything to do with Rapheal?” Kelvin asked with his eyes wide open. “You guys just shut the hell up.” I said firmly. “It seems the Mafia Lord has a lot to say.” Thompson spoke with a loud voice. I turn, facing him, Thompson, who was accompanied by two other Mafia bosses, Willy and Richard. Seeing the three, I hissed, staring at them.

Why risk all-out war now? Plus, and even more importantly, I’d just done Petrosky a huge favor. Petrosky is Bratva's crime boss who asked me to block access to my ports from a Mr. Carson Donovan. I was well paid to forgo Donovan’s business but was also assured I was owed a favor for cooperating with Petrosky. Unless he’s mad as a shithouse rat, there’s no way Petrosky’s Russian mob family is behind this.

I said it so casually, you’d think I was talking about clothes or makeup. They both stared at me in silence. “Wait—you’re not kidding?” Jean finally asked. I shook my head. “Why would I joke about something like this?” “Let me just get everything out at once,” I muttered, then went on to explain everything—every detail. Let’s just say their reactions were… a lot. “So yeah,” I finished, leaning back into the couch, drained. “He’s a goddamn mafia boss. And Angelo is alive—unlike what Conan said.”

She stared at him in anger while stepping out. "How has my plan failed? How did Vicente let Samantha go? How has she come back?" "Darling, you are messing with the wrong person. I can't hurt you because I like you but I can definitely hurt Aaron." He smiled devilishly. After some time. Samantha, Martin, and Peter gathered in one room. "Tell me, what’s the problem between my father and Aaron's father?" She asked Martin "Aaron's father's name is Lucas. He was the godfather of the mafia of Italy before he died. "

From as early as she could remember, Moira Viscoli- the only child of Mario and Isabella Viscoli; had it hammered into her DNA that the Manzini name was synonymous with blood and the darkest evil imaginable. Her father had made it his parental duty to teach her never to get involved up with a Manzini man, particularly Angelo Manzini who had just taken over from his father as the boss of the mafia empire. He figured that Angelo, being young, rich and powerful; could easily lure young ignorant girls into his world of drugs, crime and every social vice conceivable.

"Police? really Isabel. Do you really think, police will come to the place where ‘The Wolves’s Boss is?" Helena stiffened hearing the name of another dangerous mafia organisation. The wolves? He is the psychotic Boss of the self made crime organisation The wolves. She didn't know how to digest this news. This was fucked up! Viso and Evan were both the bosses of two of the most dangerous criminal organisations of Italy. Helena gulped in fear for herself and for Isabel. What have they gotten for themselves? What were they going to do now? Isabel’s Condition was not different. She was stunned hearing his full identity. Dear god, what she had got herself stuck into. These lunatic criminals, they

As a Mafia, I thought finding an enemy would be easy like the wind, but this mysterious fellow turned out to be hard nut for anyone to get a hold of. No trace or link. He's like a ghost. The other bosses are beginning to lose their minds over the recent attacks we've been receiving. We lost two Bosses to this stranger. One a Gamma, the other a mere business wolf. Their heads found in their base, their men all dead, their hideout scattered into nothing. Like that wasn't all. The wolf force were given a tip of their base, along with evidences showing their involvement in the distribution of the dangerous drugs.

“You let it happen, Father. You let it all spiral into this mess. The Volograd estate, the families, the bloodshed, you let it all go too far. Now, because of it, she’s lying here, unconscious, and I can’t do anything but watch her waste away.” My voice cracked as I finished, but I didn’t care. His cough rattled through him as he shifted on his feet, a grimace twisting his face. “I know,” he rasped. “And now I’m here to fix it. I’ve already arranged a meeting with the other five bratva families. A vote. We’ll decide once and for all who will be the Packahan—the boss of all bosses. You… or Chernov.” I froze at the mention of Chernov’s name. Of course, it had to come down to this. A vote. A ba