El Mafioso Novelas e Histórias

" What do you mean niharika?? " " I mean all the mafias are involved in every illegal activities then why don't we also do that. " Manik get angry on her statement, " Niharika i am a mafia but i only joined it not for money but to save my nation from this illegal activities. We just help people and give them lives. Our agenda is only help and save them not earn money. " Manik told her in stern tone. " Manik but by involving and Collaboration we can earn more money and more power. "

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“Alessia.” Ivan shrugged. “We already know your name. I’ve heard so much about you, against my will.” Dante’s voice cut in, low and firm. “Ivan.” Ivan raised both hands in mock surrender. “I don’t want to offend the mafia don. He might chop off my fingers or do some other mafia thing to me.” I laughed, harder than I meant to. The sound surprised me. It felt foreign after days of nausea and quiet anxiety. Maxim waved a hand. “Don’t mind him. He never stops teasing Dante for choosing his grandfather’s path and becoming a mafia boss instead of… I don’t know, being a doctor or something civilized.”

“Congratulations, Boss!” Without waiting for the celebration, Drake turned on his heel and walked out of the church. Amy followed closely behind, flanked by a sea of suits and heavy artillery. The moment the heavy church doors slammed shut behind them, the priest’s knees gave out, and he collapsed onto the altar floor, completely unconscious. Meanwhile, across the city, the atmosphere was entirely different. Inside the fortified syndicate of the Blood Pact Mafia. The second largest crime syndicate in Italy. Athan, a hardened man in his early fifties, sat high on a leather chair that served as his throne. The air in his private chambers was thick with the pungent, sweet scent of a heavy blunt

I was NOT a very emotional person and to be quite honest I didn’t know how to handle other people’s emotions. I sat on the couch in my living room and turned on the tv. I laid back on the couch as I switched channels on the tv. The sound of my phone ringing drew my attention away from the tv and to my cell phone. “Hello?” I spoke out as I answered the call. “Tesoro, you left so soon.” My father slightly cried out on the phone. “Arcano, it amazes me how you are considered a famous Mafia Don when you call me whining,” I comment as I roll my eyes and focus on the tv once again.

he asked “The one by the mall, the one in the north where that parking lot is facing…” “That is my best spot, Andres… you cannot do this” Manuel whined “And the east side that is free from the cops. You should be grateful that I am allowing you keep your life, you will bounce back and make sure I never have to take up arms against your family, is that understood?” “You have a deal” Manuel said, sighing. The once strong mafia lord, felled by his own children; thankfully I never did love kids so I wasn’t going to worry about having any with Catherina because I wanted none.

The dimly illuminated room exuded a pungent scent of cigars and hushed confidences. Within one of Romano's havens, Lucas Romano, the inscrutable scion of the Romano's clan, stood at the forefront of the extended mahogany table. His piercing gaze swept over the gathered mafia bosses, each one a viper adorned in tailored attire. They had come to pay their respects, but Lucas had other intentions. He was there to issue a warning, to showcase his ferocity among them and solidify their devotion to him.

Third Person Pov: Thomas Allen is one of the most ruthless leaders in the mafia gang Hayden Wren heads. Its known as 'Python'. Recently, there's been a fued between the two, hence; Thomas moved to Dubai. The members of the gang thought things would dissolve over time... but it didn't. Communication seized between the two for the past two years. Now, Thomas is back to set things right.

I muttered and stared at wyatt who sat down calmly listening to the meeting. Leonardo was near me this time as he silently listened to what was going on. Leonardo snorted upon hearing something on the recordings he was listening to. He pulled me onto his lap and urged me to listen as well. They all thought that we were living in an old house central miles away from us and were planning to burn it all down to the ground in an attempt to kill us in our sleep. I guessed that’s why Leonardo found it funny because do they seriously think that Italian mafias are poor and starving beggars who all come together and make a crew to steal from the rich? The American Mafia is dumber than I thought it wo

Dmitri spat out blood in my direction, an act of disrespect. I stood up from the chair and walked closer to him, raising his chin so he could take a look at me. "Unlike your miserable father, I am the biggest Mafia Lord in the entire city. Every single one of my enemies fears me, and they all have the right to do so. I am showing you mercy by exchanging your freedom for that of your sister, you should be thankful." I let go afterward, and with one last look at him, I walked out of the room.