Leader Of Mafia Novels & Stories

If it happened to be business, for sure, it will pass down toward Saint and Lorenzo. “Leaders? Who are them?” I inquired. “Ah, leaders of each continent. You must be aware that the mafia organization my boss owns is not that big as what you think,” Saint stated. I pursed my lips and then spoke. “What does that mean?” “Hmm… they are leaders in each country or continent. Well, it honestly depends but there are five. Viktor, Gabriel, Liam, Luca and Fenrir.” I hummed. “Don’t worry. They are kind. You should come out and greet them.” Lorenzo stated.

Third Person Pov: Thomas Allen is one of the most ruthless leaders in the mafia gang Hayden Wren heads. Its known as 'Python'. Recently, there's been a fued between the two, hence; Thomas moved to Dubai. The members of the gang thought things would dissolve over time... but it didn't. Communication seized between the two for the past two years. Now, Thomas is back to set things right.

Farrah answered quietly, pulling away from him when she remembered what he did earlier. Leon sighed deeply and held her hand in his, rubbing her knuckles with his thumb. "Farrah, I mentioned I'm part of the Mafia, didn't I? I'm not just part of it. I am their leader and leaders need to protect his family. We are not just an organization, princess. We are a family. That man you saw earlier—along with the others—are all traitors. They betrayed the Mafia and put us all in danger."

He was sitting in the dark. Although it was bright outside as the sun was gleaming on the top of the sky. Magro was standing next to his chair. They were mulling over something. He was rubbing his fingers on a one day grown stubble. He was fully impressed with his wife as she was taking good care of Enna. He was repenting giving marks on her body. He didn't mean to but he could not afford to lose the heart of this family, Sienna. She is the reason for his smile. He never felt alone but when he had seen the dead bodies of his parents and his elder brother and sister-in-law. It broke him completely. But Enna's face kept him alive. He was glad to just be a businessman. But the slaughter of his

" Minmera...Isn't that a loan company under the red Mafia? " Irene went soundless. Seems like Hart is not easy to fool, no one would want to get involved in, especially when they are not forced to. Although she said that they should solve this problem, Irene knows that neither of them is responsible for this abnormality, if they refused to help she can't force them... Hart continued after a pause:" If I think about it, this president Evanoff should be your father, Are you also from the Mafia? " Irene looked away nervously, 'I am not from the Mafia, I am the Mafia! '

“The Irish mob planted a guard in the New York cosa Nostra to learn secrets about the business since the don has refused to merge ,and the guard was killed . The revenge plan was to kill he’s girlfriend and take Mr Adams hostage until the don agrees to merge business or handover …or so we figured” He’s girlfriend? The don distributed the files across the table as the woman was talking until it got to me . It was pictures of the dead guard and pictures of Cain and I as we boarded the jet earlier. This is so scary and overwhelming . Someone was watching us? My hands trembled as I held the pictures . I felt a hand squeeze my thigh from the split on my dress ,it send shivers down my spine and I

He threw the expensive bottle of alcohol on the table at them but fortunately, it broke right in front of them. "Try harder? You could have done that before now, Leonard Wood is not a God, he is only a Mafia king so why the hell would any of you give me flimsy excuses in the beginning? Damn this rule" he yelled, his veins popped out immediately while his face turn harder with each passing seconds. In the city where Leonard Wood lead is the Mafia leader, a lot of underground businesses doesn't kick off without his permission like importing hard drugs. He must consent to it before it can be brought in else, if smuggled in, Leo doesn't forgive anyone that is caught doing that.

“I think we understand each other, Señor Petrosky. Every day you will be permitted one minute to speak to your son while we wait for the shipments to go through.” Dr. Madison Petrosky I’m coming undone, shaking, and screaming at Sebastian for letting this happen to our son. Logically, I know he’s done all he can to protect our family and has exited several of the more violent lines of business he’d inherited as the local mafia boss. On the surface, to all my work associates, Sebastian’s a highly respected hedge fund manager with several high-profile clients. But that’s not what landed our son in the hands of ruthless killers.

Jeremy’s POV According to the mafia rule number three, “Once a mafia leader steps down, he can never reclaim the position if he is seventy years or older, even in the event of his successor’s death. In such a case, leadership must pass either to another blood relative or to the council’s appointed second-in-command.”

The fucking meeting I was heading for wasn't scheduled or called by me which only meant I didn't have to go. I held the door of the car for a few seconds then I let go of it, and backed away. “Send message to them. I'll reschedule the meeting.” I said, and headed back into the mansion. I had no idea who I was meeting with, or what the meeting was about which was even more reason to call it off. I am the king of the Mafia, I should call every damn meeting, and not the other way round. Back inside the building, I headed straight for my bedroom and dropped off my briefcase and my suit jacket, then I headed for the part of the mansion where Emma was located.