Korean Mafia Novels & Stories

I say. And when they find out they will have to pick sides for the war that will start because of me. When the time comes I promise myself I will tell them but for now, they must think that I still love Declan Blue Diaz leader of La mafia de la Muerte. (The Mafia of Death)

Pedro’s expression shifted as he nodded. Her eyes narrowed. “Asides from… killing… what else? Just how deep are you into this?” “We run it.” Leo spoke up, already tired of the back and forth. “Five families make up the mafia… They run the organisation. Our family… back in Italy is one of them.” “Like…” Lena stuttered. “Like the founders?” “Exactly.” That drew a malicious laugh from Lena’s core. They were not just involved, they were the real deal. “These other families… are they in New York as well?” she asked.

I told him. "Rick jogia!" He screamed "his name is Rick jogia! Please let me go!" He cried bitterly. Matteo steps up next to me, an iPad in his hand as he read from it to me. "Rick jogia is a Japanese Don, Samuel." "Rick jogia...." I mutter to myself "I've never heard of him before." "Apparently he is a Russian Mafia and he calls himself king. He owns an organization called 'Black Cocaine.' and he has no family that I can see here. His criminal records is clean too."

He was charming in a lethal wayb and every word he said made it harder to maintain the armor I’d built. The dinner went for hours. His associates exchanged stories about drug shipments and bodies dumped in canals like they were trading stock tips. I sipped water and listened. Every detail was ammunition. Every smile from Nikolai was a taunt. He had no idea I was the pin under the elephant's foot. Eventually the night advanced and everyone was starting to leave until I was left alone with him. He leaned back and stretched as if he hadn’t just spent hours surrounded by monsters. I tried to imagine the kind of man he would have been if he hadn't become a criminal but I came out blank. A crimina

“Which means we need to be extremely careful with whoever we choose.” He leaned closer slightly. “And let’s not forget there’s a chance the person eventually finds out about your mafia business.” My eyes narrowed instantly. “So what exactly are you suggesting?” Michael tapped his fingers thoughtfully against his glass before speaking. “We need someone desperate. Someone who needs money badly enough to agree to your conditions.” Michael paused meaningfully. “Someone who has something… or someone… important to lose.” My expression slowly sharpened with interest. “That makes sense,” I admitted. “But the problem is almost everybody is desperate for money these days.”

For now, I'm hypnotized, for staring into him's face. Karma is a bitch. Ozgur had warned me to be careful in Japan. Especially if I think about the enemies of Ozgur, the Yakuza are here. The first and the oldest mafia cartel in the world. It has been an old story, that Lord Yakuza is called by the code name: Pride. He is the mortal enemy of Ozgur.

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

The meeting continued. Leonard Kim, head of the Shadow Mafia in Italy, stood after a moment. He had that measured look, like every word was chosen for effect. “Sir Eric, the other mafia organizations in America are in chaos. Since those three major groups were arrested with heavy evidence from a government spy, they’ve been scrambling to find new alliances.” I set my phone aside and faced him. “Indeed.” “I think you should be careful,” he said, eyes looking at me. “Of course.”

Kaan’s POV. The Korean Mafia must think I have something that would benefit them more than it would benefit me, and they want that. I leaned back in my chair, steepling my fingers together as I regarded the spokesman. "I'm listening," I paused, “What exactly do they want in exchange for a... seat at their table?” “They only want you to return the territories to them, noth– “