Ketua Mafia Novels & Stories

The mafia side built empires on the things those systems couldn't see. By 7:45 I was in the Maybach again, heading to the Bronx warehouse. Marco drove silent. I scrolled messages ,rival moves in Queens, a shipment delay in Jersey, a name I hadn't heard in years Enzo Bianchi surfacing in whispers.I closed the tablet. Some ghosts you didn't chase. You waited for them to come to you.Warehouse district smelled of rust and salt water. Luca waited outside the loading dock, cigarette between his fingers."Boss," he said, falling in step. "Everything's accounted for. No leaks.""Good."Inside crates stacked high, men in black jackets unloading discreetly. I walked the rows, checking seals. One crate h

the man confirmed. My heart skipped a beat. Kai Alessandro. I knew that name all too well. He was the leader of one of the biggest Italian mafia groups—the Alessandro family. His reputation was legendary, and not in a good way. Ruthless, merciless, infamous for his revenge tactics. I’d heard the stories, seen the headlines. He wasn’t just any mafia boss; he was the mafia boss. And he had a reputation for making people disappear in the most painful ways. If this was his account, hacking it would be signing my own death warrant.

The car door was opened, and Yara was dragged back inside. "Let go of me! What do you want from me?" yelled Yara, trying to rebel. Inside the mansion, a man was sitting on a black leather sofa. His eyes were cold. He was Damian Devatra, the man Yara had heard about on the news and through rumors—the ruler of a ruthless and unforgiving underground organization. You could say he was the King of the Mafia. "Sit down," Damian ordered simply. Yara gulped, feeling she had no choice. Hesitantly, she sat on the sofa in front of him.

Lorenzo said. "She is dangerous. They hacked into our systems," Paul said. "What! If they manage to hack into your system and you are one of the best, that means they can hack any mafia system," Lorenzo said. "She has. I know she has," I told them. "How?" James asked. "If their system knows which tattoo belongs to which mafia, which cars, the leaders, their wives, and children, you think that they haven't?" I asked, and they all kept quiet. "We need them on our side as soon as possible. Maybe she can help us defeat Elijah," James said.

His eyes were bloodshot and wild. "I am doing my best, Sara. I’m doing everything I can to be here for you and the kids. I don’t give a fuck about being a part of the mafia anymore. I don’t know how to further prove that to you. All I have ever done is try to keep them safe, keep you safe, and prove to you that my family is most important. I asked Antonio for help because he said there was a greater threat to us. I wouldn’t have done that if I cared more about being king of the underworld than I cared about you. Don’t you get that? That might not have been the right choice but it’s what I know."

"Lena promises me you will not freak out when I tell you about their family background, don't get me wrong they are the nicest people I've ever known very kind and humble but they are the mafia family that rules almost every country. What do you mean by they are mafia? Mr Andriano is the mafia King and your boss is also a mafia boss he is not only a CEO and they all have a higher rank in the mafia, Even your friend Annie is a Mafia princess and she is not simple as you see her be her mum and I use to be close friends back in school, we got separated due to the marital problems I had, in the past." I thoughts mafias are not real, I have read a couple of their stories about them and I thought

I looked over her shoulder at the mansion. She laughed, "You're beautiful. I know you can bring everyone down to his knees. But... The international Boss! Duante Rego," Her gaze turned dreamy, "You're his wife." "Bred is part of this world?" I asked. She nodded, "Bred is an honest businessman. Mr Rego gave us an opportunity to do something big. It's legal." She smiled. "Nothing illegal?" I asked. She looked at me as if trying to understand, "They're mafia. Legal illegal... It does matter."

"Not exactly. Why are you obsessed with me? What does Cardinal want? I know it's not my mafia." "You're a mafia devil." I said "I know that much from the file I found in your closet." "What file?" he asked furiously "The file about you seeing a therapist for a year when u were thirteen to control your anger. You were incredibly violent as a child." I answered a little frightened "I also know that you're going to New York by the next month. The mafia that you have here is just a bunch of people from other mafias helping to cover you while you protect Royalty from Cardinal. You're moving back to New York when all this is over. Your real mafia is there."

"I and Trevor met couple of years before, we were both recruited just like you were, but two weeks ago I got a call to come go a mission, my boss wants Emilio dead" "Why?" "He's been doing business across his border and it's affecting my boss's sales, turns out he wasn't inky laundering drugs he was also laundering dirty money, taking couple cuts out of my boss's pay and all, I was sent to kill him" "And Trevor?" "He got the order from his boss also" "You guys don't work together?" "Nope,each city has it's godfather, there's always a mafia in charge" "Mafia!!!, You don't mean those cold blooded beings"

When the red haze of fury finally cleared, I found myself standing over Helena's prone form, my hands sticky with blood. The warehouse had fallen silent, the fight over. But the real battle, I realized as I turned to face Aliyah's shocked gaze, was just beginning. Aliyah Sundane The world had tilted on its axis, everything I thought I knew crumbling around me. Alessandro, my Alessandro, was standing before me, his hands dripping with blood, his eyes wild with a fury I'd never seen before. Mafia. The word echoed in my mind, alongside the images from the folder Helena had shown me. Newspaper clippings of gang violence, photos of Alessandro with known criminals, documents detailing illegal oper