Filipino Mafia Novels & Stories

Last time losing to Darryl in a car race made him extremely humiliating. Darryl glared at Sullivan's underlings causing them to hesitate for a moment. Although they were outnumbered in terms of numbers, they were also stronger physically, not to mention Darryl was seriously injured, they were still afraid of that man. The mafia world knows that since the age of 20, Darryl became the boss of a mafia gang, inheriting his dead adoptive father. To be able to lead his father's mafia gang to become the most notorious and scary gang today, Darryl must be a monster. Everyone knows that Darryl has a wolf, that alone is enough to prove his monstrous and terrifying personality.

When the red haze of fury finally cleared, I found myself standing over Helena's prone form, my hands sticky with blood. The warehouse had fallen silent, the fight over. But the real battle, I realized as I turned to face Aliyah's shocked gaze, was just beginning. Aliyah Sundane The world had tilted on its axis, everything I thought I knew crumbling around me. Alessandro, my Alessandro, was standing before me, his hands dripping with blood, his eyes wild with a fury I'd never seen before. Mafia. The word echoed in my mind, alongside the images from the folder Helena had shown me. Newspaper clippings of gang violence, photos of Alessandro with known criminals, documents detailing illegal oper

He’d participated in the Mafia world to gain power that would help him with his revenge plan. Now exactly 22 years later, 28 years old Dmitri, a billionaire with hazel green eyes, the proper masculine physique, perfect face cut, impressive height of 6’2”, is a typical introverted, observative, arrogant and quick-witted person, who doesn’t want anyone in his life, especially a woman. He runs his companies in the line of electricals, Machinery, software and textiles apart from other investment businesses like equestrian, casinos and resorts in foreign countries. He manages both legal and illegal work perfectly. He’d also become one of the most successful and eligible businessmen in America.

" On your right side. Turn the lamp on. " Catalina found the switch and pressed it. As soon as she touched it, an alarm went off. The pakhan snatched the gun from her hands and with one hand pushed her on the bed with him. She collided with his naked hard chest and now the gun rested on her cleavage. " Rule number 1 . Never believe a Mafia. " He laughed loudly and footsteps echoed in the corridor. The door opened with several men in there and one of them switched on the lights at last.

They both looked malnourished and almost dead. " Why are you here again, you monster?" Marhoni asked weakly, over the past few weeks he had come to know exactly the kind of man Nahil was. He was more dangerous than they could ever Imagine, he deceived all of them by claiming to be just a mafia Lord but he was more dangerous than that. He was the head of the Mathux, a group that is dreaded in the whole of America because of its ruthlessness and they are involved in all activities and never let anyone get away from them. Massimo and Marhoni had crossed his bottom line and they would pay for it. " You don't seem happy to see me Marhoni," he said mockingly, sitting in front of them.

He took a bite of his food again and asked slowly, "How about you?" I nodded my head and answered, "I will do the same." I sighed and took a bite as well before mumbling seriously, "My mission seems to be difficult, but I will do my best to finish it since I know that my three mafia reapers will be here later and they can help us with it." He nodded his head and told me, "Okay, but finish your food first." He paused and continued as if he remembered something, "What time are they going to arrive here in the Philippines?"

Ayden also didn't get who Philip was referring to. "Who?" Eleana asked, not getting the hint. "The Italian mafias." Philip replied before pressing his lips together. Both Ayden's and Eleana's eyes went wide in shock. Eleana couldn't believe what Philip just said. The Italian mafias were her mother's family? So her mother wasn't really an orphan but belonged to a mafia family. That wasn't what she was expecting at all. "Who are they actually? What's their name?" Ayden was the first one to get over his shock. He cleared his throat before asking Philip about their identities.

"I am a man, dad. And you taught me that men never go back on their word, especially words they make to a woman." Mr. Neguyen didn't find anything suspicious about it, in fact he liked the fact that his son was making good relationships with the Silva's. They would be meeting each other more in future and this was a good way of dwelling. The Neguyen's were one of the oldest Mafia clan in Spain and we're rhus the most influential. Their relationship with Silva was that of friendship and harmony; Master Neguyen and President Silva were friends and decided to corporate when they legally took over their family businesses.

Not the police here, where she had no clue where their office was at or the police in Nigeria where she had no clue how to get back to. God, she thought in dismay, she had nowhere to go. Elena thought she’d already given up a while back, but that miniature Hope, Faith, and dreams that she’d find her way out were always there. She couldn’t lose it though, she knew she had to hold on to those three words if she wanted to remain sane. No, she wouldn’t lose them. The questions were irritably too much for Gregory. The senior members of the Mafia were the closest to shareholders if Mafias had any. He respected them not just for their age or grey hair because they were young as they were old. The w

“Which means we need to be extremely careful with whoever we choose.” He leaned closer slightly. “And let’s not forget there’s a chance the person eventually finds out about your mafia business.” My eyes narrowed instantly. “So what exactly are you suggesting?” Michael tapped his fingers thoughtfully against his glass before speaking. “We need someone desperate. Someone who needs money badly enough to agree to your conditions.” Michael paused meaningfully. “Someone who has something… or someone… important to lose.” My expression slowly sharpened with interest. “That makes sense,” I admitted. “But the problem is almost everybody is desperate for money these days.”