Games About The Mafia Novels & Stories

I glared at him and turned to run up the stairs. I got to my room, slammed the door shut, and locked it. I picked up the laptop from the study table and searched for the word that was bothering me the most. "Mafia" Hesitantly, I clicked on the first search result that pulled up and started to read everything about it. Mafia is an informal term that is used to describe a criminal organization that bears a strong similarity to the Sicilian Mafia... Mafias often engage in secondary activities such as gambling, loan sharking, drug trafficking, prostitution, and fraud...

Rein had been itching for an excuse to leave. “No, I think I’ll just sleep. Sleep until I forget her,” Damon lamented as he kept sighing. Taking her duffle bag by the shoulder, Rein gestured to Delian that she had to go and mouthed thanks to Lou. “What are you talking about? I’ll come over to your house.” Rein continued to head for the door but quickly stopped in her tracks. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” At the corner table near the pool tables, were two men with the blondest heads on them. They didn’t even bother to look normal as their table was void of food or drinks, and their eyes were focused solely on the back of the mafia underboss.

"They are not so innocent though. The mafia is filled with guilty people and judgment comes in different ways. Most of those women are whores, working for the mafia. You don't know what they are guilty of." Cassandra cringed from that. They heard the voices of men as they walked towards the front yard, men were bellowing with laughter and chattering loudly. Soon, they met the scenario. Those men were playing their drinking games again. Cassandra has always been fascinated with their games but seeing Apollo among them made her want to join so that she could be close to him, besides, Lucia was going to be busy, so she can have all the fun she wanted. "Hey, guys!" she screamed, and everyone wen

I mumble. I was really hoping to see Rio this morning because we still need to talk about how we were to play the “marriage act”. “I know it’s not a life you are used to,” Mama Agness continues, “but guns and bloodshed are quite the norm in the mafia life. Even though I do try my best to make sure they keep most of it away from the house.” She holds my hand, turning my attention back to her. “You wouldn’t have to worry about anything.”

Jane asked poutingly. Isabella didn't give her an answer but she didn't blame her for asking the question, she basically asked the same question when she came in newly and thought that they were doing all sort of things but then, they are just Mafia families. Although it's dangerous being in the Mafia, it's still better than being a serial killer. Mafias also kills but she hope theirs will be a little different. "So tell me, how did you meet them? What is your relationship with them?" Jane questioned again but this time, Isabella sighed.

“Ron's family is very rich, they completely trust me. They will not let me be held responsible before the law. However, do you think you can escape my hands? I will kill you, then I will burn this house, everything will be created into a fire that will burn you to death. No one will know I came here and killed you.” After Nelly said these things, her face became crazy and she was extremely excited, she did not know that all her words and actions were recorded by a small camera hidden behind her behind the bookshelf. The red flashing light is like an omen signaling that Nelly's future life will be horribly tormented by Celine.

"You are taking the rivalry to another level. If I lose my love for you, I'll make you regret it hard." "There's no human to make me regret it; I'm the one who makes others regret who tries to mess with me. Look, how pathetically you're regretting now." "Come to the point?" Jim asks JK, as there's no time for him to waste on him. "How come people like you are smart—rumor?" A sarcastic laugh skips JK's mouth to tease him. "Who manipulated you to cancel all the deals with me?" "I can't tell his name. Even I don't know him personally." His tricky response prickles JK's nerves. "You don't know him personally, but you dare to mess with me for him—so a rumor is always a rumor. I don't know what yo

I sigh. “No. It's not your problem. Alright?” “Did Enzo or Alfeo find any proof?” If the higher authorities discover the money laundering schemes at the country club and casino, it will put Dominico at even greater risk, especially since he's the CFO of his father's firm. A financial services company. Alina's suspicions might be true, after all. Maybe the Tomassinis are one of the richest mafia clans in all of Italy. “What proof?” Dominico squints at me.

“I won’t compromise with the mafia, Logan. Even if it means giving up my dreams. Even if it means leaving.” His voice was menacingly low. “Tearing that contract isn’t the end, Ella. There’s a penalty—a hefty one. And trust me, battling the mafia here? We have ties deeper than you can fathom—with the police, the courts, even your precious law firms. You can’t fight here. The war has already been won, and my side was victorious.” I took a deep breath, steadying myself. “I’ll pay your penalty. And if it comes to it, I’ll leave this city.”

"Yeah, the name sounds familiar. If I had to guess, he's probably the head of a big gangster in Brooklyn." Bella closed her mouth. Her guess was the same. His appearance was not far from the gangsters in movies. Neat, arrogant, and cold. "What if you're being targeted to be kidnapped and sold into the human trafficking market?" Darrell teased. "Hey, why are you scaring me?" Bella pouted. Darrell burst out laughing. "I'm just kidding. Or maybe he's fallen in love with you. Ah, so romantic. An innocent girl chased by a ruthless and cold mafia boss." Bella sneered. Until now, she couldn't conclude Marco Vilante's intentions.