Hirai Mafia 소설 & 이야기

Ruthless Love- Betrayal and redemption ..... (Mafia story) MIAN LEADS Taehyung Kensington ; Age 28 In the shadowed alleys of the city, where whispers of dread weave through the night air like sinister threads, there exists a figure feared even among the most hardened souls. Taehyung Kensington, a name that strikes terror into the hearts of those who dare utter it, is the ruthless orchestrator of a blood-thirsty mafia empire. With piercing eyes that betray no hint of compassion and a demeanor as cold as the steel of the weapons he wields with deadly precision, Taehyung is a man devoid of humanity, his conscience drowned in the murky depths of his own insatiable thirst for power and reve

"We took care of him and the Hummingbirds are disbanded. Don't tell me that he's up to no good again." Another man shook his head. He is wearing a polo shirt. "No. He's clean. I already contacted the capital about this and they will take care of this and crack this mystery so it is our of our hands now." "But to buy this much meat means they are obviously preparing a ritual especially live meat. It could be sacrificial magic." "Why does Hyakuya sound familiar?" One said. "It's the surname of Hyakuya Kurai; the white haired guy who ruined our plans." Okazaki said. That resulted in a lot of angered looks.

He heard the second man ask. “Yes, she’s Alex personal assistant”. Those words clarified Alex suspicions. They’d intentionally targeted Maya knowing that she had a ‘connection ‘ with him. As Alex slowly approached the men, the black dragon tattoo at the side of their necks became visible as he scoffed. These were the Jensens. Mafia’s from Vladimir’s side. Ever since the incident of his father’s death, the Wolf’s and Jensens had become at war with eachother and sworn blooded enemies. Seeing that Vladimir was already sending his men out to him, it looks like he already got wind of his arrival in Russia. This was good. Alex thought.

“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.

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 never fucking liked me and I did nothing to earn his approval because I would never get it. l am Alessia Ferrari the Don of the Italian mafia. Father only passed it down to me because he is dying and he has no male heirs, which is quite unfortunate for the bastard. He did not even have any illegitimate sons despite the fact that he fucked day in and day out. He hated watching me take over his mafia, making it mine, making the power mine. But I never asked for this life.

Martin asked casually, leaning on the rail beside him. Lorenzo didn’t answer directly. "You recorded it? Or hacked it?" Martin shrugged. "Does it matter? The important thing is: I have it." "What do you want? Money?" Lorenzo asked, already fishing for how deep this would go. Martin let out a low chuckle. "Money? Please. That’s too simple. No, I want something much more useful." He turned, locking eyes with Lorenzo. "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."

I explained as I sat down on the bed, while Klarissa walked over to the opposite side. "The Mafia business is a heartless venture.You should be aware that Mafia lords are willing to sell out their daughters just to protect their sons because they see them as a more valuable asset," Klarissa revealed. There was no denying anything she had spoken about because my father did not seem bothered about the consequences that could come with losing his daughter. "If only there was a way out of this..." I paused because an idea just popped up in my mind. "..or maybe there is one good idea," I added, smiling in the direction of Klarissa.

she asked Rafael, her voice low and husky. Rafael's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched. "They're a powerful mafia family from Spain," he replied, his voice dripping with caution. "They're looking to expand their business interests here, and they want to meet with me to discuss a potential partnership." Eva's eyes widened, her mind racing with the implications. "A partnership?" she repeated, her voice laced with skepticism. "What kind of business are they in?" Rafael's gaze flicked to Blaze, who was driving, before returning to Eva. "Let's just say they're interested in exploring new opportunities," he said, his voice vague.

The perfect strategy to try to get out of the ruin a boy almost trains years, because my age, who had been born and raised under the protection of Mom, Dad and his little brother El vivillo, needed them also to save him hot potatoes. But the accounts were better than adding up enemies at gambling houses and these business opportunities had no roof, besides that he had legal backing to commit something illegal. Then I agreed.and began what is now the Hamilton group. Problem...he came later. When working hours began to burn my head, problems multiplied, secretaries and staff began to drive me crazy, acquiring managers and assistant managers brought more inconvenience than they solved...they we