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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.

said Abeni nervously. Elena leaned in closely towards Abeni across the dining table and lowered her voice. "Dmitry Kuznetsov is the leader of one of the biggest mafia groups in New York at just 35..." revealed Elena dramatically. "Mafia!" exclaimed Abeni in shock. "Yes, mafia. He literally owns the whole city - clubs, casinos, hospitals, schools, supermarkets, hotels, cars - literally everything," explained Naledi seriously. Abeni's face froze in fear. "So you're telling me my father borrowed money from a mafia leader..." she said slowly.

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I ask and Xavier and Leto exchange a strange look, before bursting into laughter. Xavier takes another gulp, still laughing. “Unless you want to be shot before you reach their front door, then go ahead. Besides, their leader is anonymous, mafia leaders always go into hiding, aside from our mafia members, no one outside our mafia group knows that Leto and I are the boss.” I nod my head, still not understanding the way the mafia works. I know something; someone is paying or even controlling the silver vipers to kill people and that same person might be the one who ordered for Arya to be pushed off that stairs.

All I could think about was ways on how to kill that son of a bitch. It's been years since me and Enzo have been planning to take him down. Vladimir Molotov is the Leader of the Russian Mafia, the second most powerful mafia after the Italians. The Italians and The Russians have been at war for longer than I can remember. But the main reasons why Enzo wanted Vladimir gone was because first, he was a threat and secondly, he killed Enzo's sister.

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.

“You have no idea who the fuck you are talking to right now. I ought to whip you until you bleed for this disobedient and disrespectful outburst.” Her eyes widened and her mouth went dry as it hung open. Not at his threats but rather the vclaim that he made—his words echoing in her mind. The mafia king? As in the leader of the vicious MMM group from Karachi? Never in a million years had Anissa thought that she would be facing the leader of the most powerful mafia in the country. The identity of the leader of the mafia was kept hidden from the public but his malicious and merciless killings and acts were infamous throughout the country. Anissa wasn’t that much of a news person or a socialite

the analyst replied, sliding a folder forward. Adrien flipped it open. Three photos stared back at him. Three men. Three potential threats. “First,” Marco said, pointing, “Mikhail Soren. Former ally of Viktor. Runs operations through the Baltic routes.” Adrien’s eyes scanned the image. Cold face. Dead eyes. “Second—Khaled Arman. Middle East connections. Weapons, trafficking, mercenaries.” Adrien turned the page. “And third…” Marco paused slightly. Adrien looked up. “Say it.”

He stands up straighter, towering over me, his dark eyes swirling with a storm of secrets he refuses to share. “I’m a mafia leader, Harper. There is always someone out there trying to get at me,” he says bluntly, his chest rising and falling heavily. He looks away from me, a flash of genuine pain crossing his face. “And now, they can hurt you to get to me. You’re a weakness.”

he now folded his arm, giving out a sarcastic smile. Detective Jasper quickly stood to give a statement. He was welcomed to the front of the room to address. "Well" he began "as we know, our main target is on a particular drug cartel that appears to be the biggest in the city - The Black Mafia Organization and it's anonymous leader popularly known as maestro" "I'm sorry" Director Gambo interrupted "but isn't that like basic public information to the group. I asked for new findings Mr Jasper. Please don't tell me you came out here to waste my time boy!"