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I asked, glancing briefly at the men who hadn't noticed us talking about them. "Babe, that's number Two in the Levels of Wealth. The 'Filthy Rich'. Those men there are the Russian Cartel members. The one in the middle, the older man is their boss. He's a Mafia, beside him are drug lords with huge ass cartels all over the city. I don't even like serving them. Because any slip up and your head can be mounted on the wall." Olivia widened her head, shaking her head and turning us away from them. Mafias? Cartel? Drug Lords? Was that even real? I thought all these only happened in movies, not in real life?!

As a Mafia, I thought finding an enemy would be easy like the wind, but this mysterious fellow turned out to be hard nut for anyone to get a hold of. No trace or link. He's like a ghost. The other bosses are beginning to lose their minds over the recent attacks we've been receiving. We lost two Bosses to this stranger. One a Gamma, the other a mere business wolf. Their heads found in their base, their men all dead, their hideout scattered into nothing. Like that wasn't all. The wolf force were given a tip of their base, along with evidences showing their involvement in the distribution of the dangerous drugs.

But it still worked in situations like this. ‘Marquee?’ Is he one of the three rogue bosses in this city? I clearly remember the names of the rogue bosses here are Obsidian, Bado, and Art. But the men who took Lia are Obsidian’s men. They have diamond tattoos on their necks. Well, Mario’s neck has no diamond ink. “Where have you seen me?” I asked. “Boss… bossman has a picture of you in his office, and he’s been searching for you,” he murmured.

It seems that I couldn't get her out of my mind at all. "I will find you Miss unknown." I mumbled but the next second I was distracted by call. It's time to focus on my work. ___ I put back the lingerie in my pocket and stormed out of my suite. Black roll Royce cars were lined up outside with men in black, waiting for me. Their Boss , Caspar Mcadam, the money laundering Mafia King. The god of the American underworld. I'm the symbol of danger, blood and death...no human being in their sanity would like to cross their paths with me... I'm ruthless man with no mercy feelings.

“Someone told you where the cargo would be dropped. I want to know who it is.” Bedlam was quiet for a moment, his eyes with that of his other comrade which Alex caught immediately. Jude Bedlam and Daniel Gianni were powerful mafia bosses in their own way, still they knew not to cross him, they were in an alliance with someone and he needed to know who it was. “There is no mole.” He finally muttered.

The only way Della would take over is if she married another Mafia's son, there were so many options, he had thought about it for a while now. There was Alfredo Molinero the son of the biggest mafia bosses in Mexico. There was Lucio Bongiorni from Italian Mafia, also Kay Schürmann from German Mafia, as well as Hoashi Kakichi from the Japanese Mafia, also Oskar Borgström from the Swedish Mafia, also Féng Shen from the Chinese mafia. He had been Enemies with the Chinese for a while now so that would be so good but an alliance was good. Feng was just a hot headed faggot, he wouldn't let his daughter marry that English none speaking idiot. Nicholas Passos of the Portuguese mafia. Nikita Shatov o

They are pain in the ass that made him angry due to the fact that he doesn't seem his rose. His Lapochka. Yego rosa. Athenarose. They went to France to give Dark Zacchaeus Voughnn Smith one of the heads of Albanians mafia. He's the Mafia Lord. The Almighty. He might be the boss of La Nera Bratva, but he also works under Dark's orders. Not only him but all five heads of La Nera Bratva. There's him, Demetri - the underboss, Grey - consigliere, Falcon - enforcer, and Ace - financier. They may also be under his control, but they also have their own crime syndicates, each commanding their own territories and operations. He is the head of the Italian-Russian mafia. One of the most prominent crime

Without any other words to say, Ari uttered, "Elliot, start talking!" Elliot found it difficult at first, but he knew it was time. He then went over to the bedroom couch, where Ari followed him with her gaze. He flopped down on the sofa, heaved out a collective sigh, and decided to start talking. "I'm a mafia boss," he offers. "That seems to be the reality of the situation that I've been keeping hidden from you for so long. My underboss is Kyle, and my capo is Brit. We are part of the state's most prominent, notorious, and well-known mafia organization."

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

I listened intently, trying to understand the complexities of his empire. “As you know, I'm the most powerful and influential mafia lord in the city, not someone you fiddled with for any reason! I own and control more than half of the city! I always call the shots!” He disclosed, hitting his chest boastfully, basking in his pride. Irritated by his arrogance, glared at him and looked away. He still didn't stop. “I own the malls, the storehouses, the restaurants, the bars, the clubhouses, and other businesses! So many of them!” He continued, adding to my aggravation.