Jungkook Mafia Novels & Stories

“And two, I hate your brother.” Patrice narrowed her eyes on him. She understands why Jillian hated her. But this man, why did he hate her brother? Jacob smirked at her. “You see, we live in the mafia world. Me, Kim Jajeoong, being the leader of DBSK and your brother, being the leader of BigBang.” “What are you talking about?” “You don’t know?” Jacob asked. “You don’t know that your brother is one of the most hated and deadliest Mafia Lord?”

He doesn't entertain news if it doesn't have any sense. "It's unbelievable, but this report is from Interpol." It answered us and it showed pictures on the screen of the mafia lords who are now in prison with a sentence of life imprisonment. Even their subordinates were annihilated and the black market was obliterated. "Daebak!" Reed next to me commented. Yeah, he is half Korean and Spanish. It looks Korean, but the name is Spanish. It's so weird. At first glance, you thought the name was Park Jimin or Kim Yoongi, but it's not.

Chapter 24: All Mine Faith Mabel I wanted to laugh at what Eltan said, saying it must be a joke, but I knew he wouldn't joke about something like this. It took me more than a few seconds to let it sink in. He is the leader of a mafia gang? I didn't exactly know what mafia gangs did. But they were known as bad people. Even the people who murdered my parents belonged to the mafia. But... Eltan couldn't be bad, right?

I hummed and asked, "Did your dad force you to take over the gang?" He chuckled and shook his head. "This is not a typical story, Ember. This is real life. I'm not bragging, but my family is a really happy one. Mom and Dad gave us choices to either handle the Mafia business, Berserkers, or Storm Dynamics. There was a fourth option too, which was to build your own career. Elian and I divided the mafia business to handle and you know what business each of us took." "So you chose the Mafia life willingly?" I asked in amusement.

He replied to her, standing from his seat to lean on his table. “How can a living subject be sold off without her own consent?” She inserted air quotes around the sold off. For a moment, Marie forgot she was standing in front of someone affiliated to the greatest and most dangerous Mafia group in the country. But, what did she have to lose? She was already brought here against her own will, and it doesn’t seem like anyone is going to answer the question as to why she’s here.

thank you brother Khloe pov I got to Dante ‘s house and screamed his mf name ,the neighbors are use to my noise … Dante don’t you dare run , just wait and lemme hit you I promise you it won’t hurt .., I said to him running after him .. we ran around the house till we collapse on the ground while breathing heavily …

I pushed her to the brink. “Boss, you good with that?” Deron asks, snapping my focus back to the present. I look around the dark SUV as my inner circle, Deron, Stephon, Kris, and Max, are preparing to help orchestrate a raid on a meatpacking plant. It’s one of many business fronts for the Scarfo mafia. This one, in particular, is run by Vinnie and his crew. It took a little digging, but Max managed to track the bastard down with ease.

“He made it possible for you to live, and this is my own way of thanking him. He did all this for his mother. Why should I abandon him after getting what I wanted?” “Ava, are you hearing yourself?” Peter’s voice hardened. “Don’t be fooled by his generosity. Men like that don’t change overnight.” I pulled my hand away from his. “There’s a rumor about him being in the mafia. There’s a whole conspiracy surrounding him. I did quite a lot of research about him, and something is not adding up.” “I don’t care.” The words came out immediately. Peter stared at me. “I’m not leaving until my contract ends. Matter of fact, he has agreed to terminate my contract after one year if his mother gets well.”

“Umbra didn’t vanish tonight. He walked away. And when men like him walk away, it’s because they’ve decided the next round will be on their terms.” The name alone made my chest constrict. Umbra. He wasn’t a ghost. He wasn’t a nightmare. He was flesh, blood, and iron will—a mafia boss who’d carved half the city under his control, and the man who had just chained me like I was nothing more than a bargaining chip. “What happens when he comes back?” I asked, my voice thin. Nico’s eyes were cold. “He doesn’t forgive debts. He doesn’t forget insults. And tonight was both.”

"No kidding." He ignored my sarcasm, remaining impassive. "The Russian mafia wants to take over our property in New York. They’re expanding too fast, eliminating competitors, claiming new territories. They’re cutting old deals and establishing new ones—on their own terms. Luigi Romano is caught in the middle of it." I swallowed hard, feeling a knot form in my stomach.