Novel & Cerita Life Of Mafia

she was trembling, “It's not like I'm important, no one would miss me anyway, my parents are too busy sniffing…” “That's not the point.” “Then what is?” I stood up and removed my clothes, “The point is the man has ties to the mafia, didn't you know this?” “Why would I ?” I placed my t-shirt over my head. “I forgot you don't pay attention to anything but your fool of an ex I*******m.” “Hey…” I threw the pillow at her, “Keeping it real, now let's go downstairs and celebrate the fact that you still have your life.” She dragged me by the hand.

It was a dirty lifestyle, filled with danger and unpredictability, yet we couldn't escape it. I knew deep down that I was destined for this life - the mafia blood ran thick in my veins. My mother, born into poverty in her homeland of Morocco, knew this all too well. With her three brothers and one sister, she was the third youngest in the family. Her eldest brother, Fadoul, concocted a plan to make money for their struggling household and that's how it all began.

“His name is Liam DeLuca. He’s one of the school’s directors…youngest in history, actually. He’s only 28, but he’s already insanely rich. Like, donated-a-billion-dollars-to-the-school rich.” “A billion?” I echoed, my eyebrows shooting up. “That’s… ridiculous.” “I know, right?” she said, her eyes wide with awe. “But that’s not even the craziest part.” I hesitated, not sure if I wanted to know more. But curiosity got the better of me. “What do you mean?” Hannah lowered her voice even further, practically mouthing the words. “They say he’s got another identity. He’s not just a director. He’s supposedly the godfather of La Lupa Nera. You know, Europe’s biggest mafia.”

“What? Did you think an old kind man just happened to live on the family's premises without being a member? Mr. Johnson, or big Johnsy as we call him, started as an errand boy when he was fourteen. When he hit thirty he had climbed up to collector and by fifty he was working as a manager of our brothels. That was before he got sick.” I stare down at my plate in disgust. Sure I figured that even Mr. Johnson had something to do with all this mafia stuff, but I was hoping he was a gardener or something. “You should make a habit of recognizing everyone here for what they are. Either they have been whores, errand boys, collectors or cleaners, as we call them. Some are related to members or marrie

She said and he sighed. “Am a gangster, am a mafia guy, I do dirty works with Russians, I kill people, not intentionally though, only those that mess with me, I smuggle drugs and guns but I don't do drugs, in short am a bad person, that is the way I make my money, my companies and different investments are just like a cover up for all, am really sorry I didn't tell you all this while, please don't leave me.” Eddy rushed his words and stared at her to see her facial expression and it was blank, he couldn't tell how she was feeling.

"Bayu, get all the transfer documents ready." Bayu, who was standing behind Lucas, immediately frowned. "What documents, sir?" Lucas, who was standing there, gazed out the window of his office. His expression was calm and impassive. "I’m leaving the mafia world. Bayu, I want to walk away from all of this." “What do you mean, sir?” Bayu was confused by Lucas’s words. “I’m going to withdraw from the mafia.” “What? Why?”

I whispered, backing away when he tried to reach for me. I knew what the mafia demanded, and seeing Riccardo had confirmed it but Raffaele had sworn he’d stay behind the scenes, not wear the violence on his body. I didn’t need reminders of the life I’d chosen to stay in. “I know it was just a mishap with the Americans and—” “You’re killing them now,” I cut in, “but how long until you’re the one that’s dead, huh?” He ran a frustrated hand through his hair.

I never imagined things would go this way. I collapsed onto the bed, the reality of it all sinking in. Marco, my husband, was deep in this ruthless mafia world, running the show. And this was how he dealt with mistakes—no mercy. A life meant nothing to him. If someone messed up, they were gone, just like that.

Leonardo paused in his speech. He accessed my facial expression before going on. "It is an oath of secrecy taken, swearing not to divulge the activities of the mafia to law enforcement agencies. You won't be allowed to have unmonitored phone calls, e-mails or texts as every thing will now be monitored by the mafia. You also can't go on unsupervised trips or vacations. All your movements will be monitored and track. You shouldn't be seen with the police either. You will have to be branded as belonging to the Mafia. And the punishment if you don't sign or break any of the rules is...death"

Two I would be cast out of the Mafia system with my name and legacy wiped off,no would be a Normal civilian to them who would pay tax when I'm asked to without putting up a fight. Three I can risk either going for a real life imprisonment if they involve the police or they murder me themselves. That's just how the Mafia roll, if you're in to get out is unless you betray or you kill your blood. Which I would do indirectly but no body has to know since I'm sure that I would kill off Alek when he gets Rose to myself and live happily ever after. Then we can discuss how to add Rebecca in the equa— “Sir?” I looked up to the naive looking boy who was staring right back at me, seems like I zoned out