Fat Sal Mafia Novels & Stories

I asked her as that is the question that was running inside my mind from the moment Riccardo told him that those groups were no more. "You already know that he is the Salvatore and is running a powerful mafia organization which is successful in every country. And, that Malhotra had a Russian and Chinese mafia gang for his backup but when the boss came to know about that after seeing how he had transactions of money with them in the last two days, he understood that they were his backup and just asked the Russian leader ‘Vladimir Vinogradskey' and Chinese leader ‘Rong Li' who are one of the seven mafia bosses under Salvatore organization just like Gio, Battista, and Khan to destroy those two

I decided to taunt her more I want her to loose it . I moved closer to her and touch her lips ,I felt a weird connection between us ,so I moved close to her and whisper in her ear .. where do u want it lil slut? Here or outside ?? I fanned her neck .. she shivered lightly .. I was about to do more before I felt someone pull me back … I had totally forgotten my sister is here .. lilo dear ! Sorry but I will talk to you later I need to leave now and she .. I said pointing to the girl is coming with me ….. she made to protest but I stopped her no lilo I promise you I won’t kill her … take care lil sister I said and peck her on her head ….. I dragged the girl along with me , we got to my car ,ge

“And now look at you, making Paris more beautiful.” We sat in silence, sipping wine, letting the memories drift between us like smoke. Then I laughed. “When we first met? You were so cold and intimidating.” He snorted. “Of course. I was the big bad Mafia Lord. Wasn’t that the charm you fell for?” “Please,” I rolled my eyes. “The moment Mama Rosa called you ‘Little Pumpkin,’ I knew it was all an act.” He groaned, covering his face with both hands. “You never forget anything, do you?”

I asked. She nodded. “I had a feeling you wouldn’t want to help me but you are not only helping me. You’re helping Gio,” she said. I narrowed my eyes at that, folds forming on my forehead. “The longer he has those documents, the nearer his death was. The Russian Mafia do not mess around. I know what he is trying to do. He’s trying to have some levearage against them, back them up into a corner but it’s not going to work. I know them so please, to get him safe, get him to give me the documents.”

A while after, Zoya's sobs faded slowly as she lay down on the bed. Sultan's office When Sahir left Zoya with Zaki and drove out from there to his office. He straight went to the torture room. He stood in front of a man who was chained up and all bruised, Altaf! 50-year-old, very cunning and wicked most wanted mafia, The one who knew Sahir's every single secret, from his birth. Sahir was successfully managed to catch him a few weeks before. Sahir's guard's stood behind him with loaded guns.

“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.”

That same hand that pulled a trigger right in front of me. I placed the photo back down. The bitterness burned through my throat like acid. The phone on the bed vibrated. A message popped up from Luca. ~ LUCA: The church priest’s file you asked for. I'm sending the details now. I unlocked the phone and scrolled through. Name: Father Kieran Hale. Background: An Unknown Orphan Occupation: Parish Priest of St. Philomena Cathedral. Age: 27. Former Occupation: A church worker. I scrolled down to see a picture attached down. He really had changed, his once tough body now looked fragile under my gaze, his faltering fake smile looked clean like he couldn't hurt a fly.

Alessa asked back and Thane stared at her in disbelief. “Are you being serious?” he asked. “Yes, who the fuck is he?” “He goes by a popular name. The demon. Demonio.” The man said and chuckled. “Wait, isn't that... “ Alessa trailed off and Thane nodded. “The mafia lord. Damien Marshall is the mafia lord.”

They had become enemies, and he had nearly died at Valentine's hands—the idea of warning him was absurd. To erase Valentine from his mind, Eugene thought about the Russian mafia he would soon meet. Commonly known as the Red Mafia, they were notorious for their cruelty. After the collapse of the Soviet Union, many elites including military generals and government officials had been absorbed into the Red Mafia. Unlike Italian mafia who valued family and honor, the Red Mafia was a thoroughly corporate-style organization that moved solely for profit.

he said with all seriousness. Why is he telling me this? He barely even knows me. "You have nothing to worry about," he said, caressing my arm. I need to understand something. "Are you.....are you really mafia men?" I stuttered. "Yes. But you don't have to be scared. We only deal with bastards like the ones we handled earlier." He said. Why does this feel strange to me? And by the way, he ordered his friends, he seemed to be their boss.