Filipino Mafia Novels & Stories

And to worsen the situation, his bodyguards stood like statues, blocking the exits. Hannah, who had been chatting with someone at the bar, finally noticed what was happening. Her face went pale as she hurried over. "Scarlett?" she asked, her voice shaky. Then she looked at Liam, and her eyes widened in recognition. "Wait, you’re…" Her voice trailed off, and I saw the fear flash across her face. She knew him. Everyone seemed to know him. Liam DeLuca, the godfather of some gang, Europe’s biggest mafia—at least that was what Hannah had told me earlier today in class.

Even though the boy who died is not his blood relation, he feels sorry for him and he will not allow justice to be done to him for the horrible thing that happened to him. "I know someone. He's good at hacking and he's trustworthy. He's one of Digger's people… one of us. They're members of the Castellano Family Clan in Italy but he's a Filipino. You know DC, right?" Mr. George said. "DC? The Hidden Mafia Don?" Jacob said with raised eyebrows.

Quinn asked. “Depends…. What did he do?” “Betrayaled the Famila and he raped a nine year old.” I looked at him in disgust. The Mafia was a gang of murders, thieves and robbers but they were what you could term, loyal and royal class thieves. Pedophiles are vermin to any Mafia mob with a boss that has a head on his shoulders. I stared into his eyes. My gaze had a dead aura to it. I was completely unfazed by my plans for him.

I ask. Filippo still works for the mafia, as capo, but he stays more in the company than in his job. Filippo moved his company's headquarters from the United States to here, in Italy, and now he works in weapons manufacturing and leaves the training of the soldiers to his right-hand man, Sophie's husband.

Poverty became endemic, and the population found itself strangled by a system that left them with no hope. It is in this context of extreme precariousness that the mafia took shape. It appeared first as a local response, a means for the destitute to protect their interests, even to survive. The original mafioso is often a miserable person expelled from his lands, forced to wander, sometimes to beg, or to become a bandit. But another profile of mafioso exists: the wealthy landowner who, to maintain control, employs henchmen ready to intimidate, extort, and eliminate his enemies, thereby avoiding the official justice system, perceived as slow and corrupt.

"No! How can I just climb on your back? Moreover, there's an injury on your arm." JK yells, "Just shut up and do as I say!" "No, I won't! Why are you showing me mercy now?" "I have never seen a stubborn girl like you." Grabbing her hand forcefully, he makes her lean on his back. "This man, seriously! How long are you going to force me? Will you ever let me live peacefully? When will you stop all this?" "When you love me more than I do." "I'll never fall for you." "You won't have to do it, baby. It will happen automatically. Just wait and see." "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Walk as soon as possible; I'm so hungry." "It's high time to learn how to control your hunger." "Yah, I've never seen a stupid

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.

“About two months ago, there were humans who managed to get a hold of some pieces of evidence about our existence.” My eyes widen as my heart momentarily stops beating. That isn’t good! No! ‘Isn’t good’ isn’t even the right term. It’s horrifying! Questions sprout in my head, but I remain silent. “These humans aren’t ordinary. They are an organized international body of criminals, operating in the entire Southeast Asia and some parts of East Asia. They’re known as The Manila Mafia, the most notorious of all syndicates in our region.” It sucks the air out of my lungs. The situation is already complicated on its own, but finding out that we’re up against a mafia gang makes it even messier.

"I'm itching to find out who that mafia boss is and bring him down," I whispered. "Don't get too excited. This mafia is big, most of the big companies here in Manila and other places are connected to them. This mafia is not easy so if you want to kill him, you just have to be tronger and not making weaknesses," he said and looked at our house. Is he saying Warren is my weakness? "What do you mean?" I asked him irritated. "I'm saying, I don't like him for you. I have a bad feeling about him," he said.

mukhang natatawa pang ani ni Tim, nagka-initan kasi 'yang dalawa dati. "Pa'no ba 'yon nakapasok? Akala ko ba hindi na tumatanggap ng bago dahil nga nagsimula na 'yung conquest last week pa." pagtataka ni Paul at do'n niya nakuha atensyon. Our underground battle field has been around since 10 years ago, I heard that it's being run of about 10 mafia bosses. No one knows who're the 'boss of bosses', of course we're just a mere ant worker here trying to progressively climb from the gutter and having any details regarding them is beyond impossible, except if you've reached the victory of the conquest. Which you'll get to have a chance to be one of the mafias, malinis na bakas, mas maduming sistem