Novel & Cerita Filipino Mafia

"I want access. You’re Raphael's brother. You work inside his empire. I want you to be my eyes and ears. Feed me information. Sabotage when necessary. Undermine quietly." Lorenzo recoiled slightly. "You want me to betray my brother?" Martin's smile didn't waver. "I want you to help me destroy him." "You’re insane." "Maybe. But I have the video. And I know how to make it go viral. Police, press, social media. You'll be roasted alive." Lorenzo balled his fists. "You're blackmailing me." "Let's call it bargaining." Silence stretched between them as the city lights shimmered below.

"I wouldn't." I took a deep breath, weighing my options. I had nowhere else to go, no one else to turn to. If he wanted to harm me, he'd had plenty of opportunities already. "Okay," I began, my voice barely above a whisper. "I was taken after my shift at the diner I worked at." "What the fuck?" Shadow's eyes widened, his entire body tensing. "My father owes the mafia money apparently," I continued, watching his reaction closely. "He stole it from the boss he worked for, Cassian Romano."

she says. "You want me along?" Jay asks as we step into the metal box. "You'd better." She's focused on the closing doors. "If Valeriya calls her father to tell him I threatened her, there might be trouble." "Who is he?" I say. Her eyes twinkle in amusement, a smile playing at the edges of her lips. "Russian mafia. Your favorite." "Think they could have taken your product?" I suggest. "Doubtful. They use my business in Russia to clean their money. But it's good to be sure." As the elevator doors open, she exits.

“I promise.” I placed my hand in her face. God I loved this girl so fucking much it hurt. “We’re not who you think we are Mil. We live two very different lives, one you’ve already seen and the other is hidden.’ I stopped taking a deep breath before I continued. ‘We’re not like you and Kacey Mil. Me and Orlando come from a different world from both of you. We have many enemies that either want it, take us out and ruin us or just kill us. We’re one of the biggest English mafia groups here, the Hemings a close second. We deal in drugs and firearms. The Hemings are our rivals, they hate us and they really hate us. Last night we had a shipment coming in. We both told Fletcher something was very w

“It's not just your city, I guess I've been quiet for too long” Filippe's gaze panned on me, the shock on his face was evident "I don't care what you do here, I came for my wife and I'm not leaving without her" "She came on her own" "You crossed the line Filippe, you know the rules of the mafia. Women and children are off limits" I said, my eyes never leaving his, a budding anger growing inside of me. I wanted nothing more but to smack him with the butt of gun, punch him till he crumpled to floor and kicked him with the hard leather soles of my shoes.

Since I have become his human diary, I know everything that there is to know about Arrigo. Leonardo has enjoyed the success and benefits that have come with being the first cousin of the Leonardo Mafia don. The Leonardo Mafia is the most notorious mafia in the whole of Italy and the world. They run the biggest drug trade operation, weapon trade and sex ring. They are what we have been taught to believe about mafia’s: ruthless. They bribe world leaders with millions in cash and kill spies who dare get too close.

He became serious. “W-What… why?” I find it hard to analyze his statement, so I asked. I am trying my best to understand what he said. He is talking about an organization with a weird name. Spetto? Sperto? What was it again? “Your parents owed the Spettro a huge amount of money. Spettro is known for their underhanded activities such as loan sharking. Your parents became one of its victims. They are asking for payment. They want your parents’ not- so- huge empire of businesses, but your parents do not agree. However, the organization is not accepting their refusal. The Spettro turned out to be working for a mafia organization in southern Italy. Since they work for a mafia, they feared no one.

I don't give a fuck what any of you have to say, whoever questions me will meet the devil sooner than they plan! 'Ame, that is unacceptable…' I pulled out my gun and shot him in the head, one of the Philippine mafias. They all stood up, except Cephas, of course. He was sitting with his legs crossed on my table and hands pressed together like he was offering a prayer. His shoes were dirty, and he knew that. I shot him a dirty glare, but he shrugged. Forgetting him then.

If it was violated in any way, they would come after me and my family. I had met Emilio approximately 6 times. They were all brief meetings when I had visited home. He was a fairly nice man. He never mistreated me and he was always polite, but he was the head of the fucking mafia. I was never the person who dreamed of falling madly in love then getting because my number one example growing up was my parents.

He then travelled to the Philippines to enjoy his boss’s wife. The mafia didn’t mind that Beatrice had s3xual affairs with other men as it was within their agreement because her relationship with other men would be productive for them financially. It was however unheard of that she was having a s3xual relationship with his right-hand man. Out of anger, he brought out his gun and moved straight to the bathroom where he saw him giving a doggy to Beatrice on the bathroom floor.