Novel & Cerita Filipino Mafia

“You know what the consequences are yet you still did it. Dad still doesn’t know about this. He’ll be so disappointed if he finds out. You rarely come here to visit and now with the mafia, he hardly sees you. How can you risk an agreement over revenge?” I stopped at the front door, his question grabbed my attention. “How would you know it was revenge?” “You don’t make a move unless someone wants a death wish. It’s not entirely rare for a massacre here-” “Ouch.” I sneered. “You don’t get to say that. You and your men left everything there into ashes. With your smart ass, I’m sure you did that considering the fucking property has no neighbor. Anyways, it’s not entirely rare for a mass– crimes

Tables surrounded by men who spoke of honor while negotiating lives. As I grew older, my body began to be watched differently. Not with open desire—but with assessment. As if I were being prepared for something that hadn’t yet been spoken aloud. My name started to circulate in conversations that didn’t include me. My future was discussed without my knowledge. My existence acquired a value that had nothing to do with who I was. I stopped being just a daughter. I became a possibility. And in that world, possibilities don’t belong to themselves. The mafia works this way: everything must serve something greater. No one is an individual. Everyone is a piece. And some pieces are disposable.

“The place I sent him to might take him in as a child but once he starts to grow and they go to look around and dig deep for information involving his family or where he came from then that's when they'll find out that he is from the Russian mafia.” “They're not friends?” I chuckled at her innocent question as she blinked in confusion. “You amaze me sometimes. Friends? Mafias don't make friends with each other. If for anything they always wage wars and launch attacks on each other all the time just to see who is the greatest and the strongest. It's like a power tussle and it will never let them ever get along with each other” “When you say it like that then it makes them look stupid in my ey

“Tell me about my grandfather.” “Chiara,” Dante said, the warning in his voice was clear, yet Chiara refused to back down. “If you’re not going to tell me that, tell me why I’m dangerous to you.” “Chiara, just drop it.” Though the warning was more prominent, Chiara still refused to back down. “If you aren’t going to answer them,” She paused, watching him closely for a reaction. When she saw none, she continued speaking. “What do you do for a living? It has to be something illegal if you could access guns and even shoot Nico without flinch—“

But I inevitably felt frustrated when I remember he mentioned the sex slave thingy. "D-damien, you're joking right?" I laughed along with that because I wanted to hide my frustration. "Sabrina, I'm not just a businessman but, I'm a mafia king too. A dominant and a sadist. I like to play in the bed but to someone I want. I have flings before but no one of them ever pass my standards." I was just stunned by what he said. I didn’t know what to say because I was surprised too.

Working for a Mafia (Revenge was her DNA until she met him) By Nwabueze Ify Preçious Authoress Prechy Episode Ten Miranda's POV Oh mine Why did he have to die all for love Love is so stupid They just wasted their previous lives all for love The film is really making me happy I relaxed my back and after some minutes I decided to get a glass of juice Pineapple juice to be precise I got up and walked to the kitchen and met Micheal cooking Oh no "Uhmm what would you like to eat,you should have called me . That's my job here "I said trying to collect the plate he was using to beat the eggs he was beating "Never mind Miranda,I want to prepare the meal myself "he said but I refused "C'mon what's no

the mafia boss replied to them. "Kami baik, bos," they replied. He introduced us as members of the organization, he even said we are the best assassins in the Philippines. We smiled a little because of the introduction of the mafia boss. Somehow we understand because they know how to speak English. And later on, a man approached us, I think he was a chef cook because he was wearing an apron and a hair net. "Let's have dinner first and then rest. I know you're tired from your flight," the mafia boss said.

“I do.” I study him as I sip my espresso. Judging from the sweat stains under the armpits of his jacket, he’s not as certain of himself as he likes to appear. Still, this is the Philippines. Nothing is impossible here. The continent has no lack of powerful criminals. We don’t have a legally binding contract that will prevent him from getting his services elsewhere. Our kind of deals are sealed with a handshake and retained with bloodshed. I put my cup on the counter. “I see.”

I yelled. "I just did." He replied while chewing his potato. Fuck you! I know I shouldn't believe him, but somehow I did. He is in the mafia and he has got relations and knows what he's talking about. Maybe that's why Mateo kissed me. Because he knew that I am single, but the only difference is that, I did not.

Only I can’t—his eyes on me unnerve me completely. “With my mom half-Filipino, we weren’t good enough to have his name. Because the mafia is filled with racist assholes. Never mind that most people have no idea we’re a quarter Filipino. Carlo did his best to wipe it out of our home—my mom wasn’t allowed to cook Filipino food or speak the language around us.”