Fat Sal Mafia の小説・ストーリー

The pretty but too thin creature knelt down and put his hands on his thighs as he bowed his head in obedience. "Another one of whatever he's having for him, bourbon straight for me,” Fat Tom said to the waiter who appeared. Once they were alone again, the fat feline finally introduced himself. "I am Gran Martelli of the Martelli Syndicate. Relax, I am not that Martelli. I'm his cousin. There are some odd things going down at my totally legit warehouse and I think I may have gotten tangled up in a big ball of yarn, if you know what I mean." Hades sighed. "Let me guess, you got into it with a Teffald or you got it on with a Teffald and your rival families are angry."

"I lost two brothers to that incident. I will not lose a daughter to those monsters." "Wait. What's the difference?" Turo asked. "I don't understand." I licked my lips. "Soviet mafia and bratva are like comparing great white sharks to dolphins. Most of the bosses in Soviet mafias lived through Stalin's gulags. They came out and essentially declared war against the entire world. Tattoos, separate language, customs, vehement hatred towards authority figures. More what would be considered a cult today, but you'll never hear someone describe it like that."

Actually, all the other Muslims in the restaurant looked at them, like who the heck are these men standing there nearly blocking the entrance? I guess Saleh has never had lunch with Serge and Bev before, otherwise, he'd know they have these men around them wherever they went. Serge did casually lie to him earlier about those men as simply bodyguards. Little did Saleh know, they were mafia. Eventually, Saleh gets into a very chatty mode with me. I learned that he's twenty years old and resides in a wealthy residential gated community with his parents and young siblings. He seems like a very well-mannered young man. He starts discussing his need to marry early in life and have a family of his

I say, "It's not up for sale." "Don't talk to that man again," he grits through his teeth. "Aww, why? Is the big bad mob boss jealous?" I ask making sure that I annoy him. He says, "That's Santino Martino. My biggest rival. If you are seen talking to him, then my men will be suspicious of you." Okay. I exclaim, "Great!" We move in sync for a few more minutes. As the lights dim, I push him away.

I pushed her to the brink. “Boss, you good with that?” Deron asks, snapping my focus back to the present. I look around the dark SUV as my inner circle, Deron, Stephon, Kris, and Max, are preparing to help orchestrate a raid on a meatpacking plant. It’s one of many business fronts for the Scarfo mafia. This one, in particular, is run by Vinnie and his crew. It took a little digging, but Max managed to track the bastard down with ease.

He informed Salvatore, and horror poured on Salvatore; his eyes went wide and his jaw looseneded. “What!” Salvatore exclaimed. The Chinese Bloody Axe was the most prominent mafia in Asia and one of the biggest in the world. They were popularly known for their Ninja Assassins. They had never lost a battle instory. “Damn!” Alessandro cursed, brushing his hand over his face in frustration. Camilla and Ruby were thrown into confusion, as they didn't even know what the Chinese bloody axe meant or was.

I clenched my palm hard, again and again, trying to confirm whether this was a dream, but pain shot through my hand. Suppressing the cold sweat rising along my spine, I slowly lifted my head. I was seated at one end of a long dining table. Across from me sat two men—the heirs of the most powerful mafia family in Chicago. On the left was Caspian Falcone, the mafia family’s underboss. Twenty-eight years old, he was dressed in a black suit, with a prominent scar cutting across his temple. His gaze was as cold as a glacier, and rumors said the number of people he had personally executed was beyond counting.

Big Pa gulped and nodded his head. He could not say anything. His voice would give away how much fear he held in his heart. He had sighted the mafia tag on the bodies of the men who placed the money on his table. His eyes were wide in fear. He wondered how he had gotten himself messed up because of those two girls. “What did those sluts do to have the heads of the greatest mafia showing themselves to a small strip club owner like me? They fucked you guys good? We could discuss this and find a way to sell them off to you. We could be allies and not foes.” he said.

I said. "How long has he had you."He asked me. "Five years."I said nonchalantly. ack you did a good job bringing her here she would be of good help to us."He said with a grin . "So what's the deal."I said looking at him. "You know for years have been trying so hard to bring Brooks down and I think with your help its finally coming to pass." "I don't get it." "let me introduce myself properly, my name is Salvador the leader of this mafia group and the Brooks are the overall leaders ,am tired of being the second I want to be the first."He said.

Chapter 272 Massimo stood in front of the railing of the tall skyscraper. He took a sip from his glass of rum, savoring the bitter taste on his lips. “Boss,” an average-height man, Paul, hurried towards him, bowing deeply first before reporting. “The Redbull mafia group are still putting up a fight, along with the other four mafia groups contesting for the position. Pardon me if I’m speaking out of place, but wouldn’t it be wise to contact the Vicenzo mafia group? They would be solid backup.”