Novel & Cerita Life Of Mafia

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)

The bike flew down the highway in an insane speed. It didn't take time and I arrived. I stopped the engine and pulled the bike to a stop. The building in front of me looked harmless—like a church you’d pass without a second thought. Nobody outside could guess what really happened here. Nobody could ever know this was a part of my life. A part I kept buried deep. A life where I ran the most dangerous mafia syndicate in the country and it had to stay that way.

Before he had failed to eliminate me, he gave me his name—Alessio Fanucci. He shouldn’t have done that, and he shouldn’t have given me a second chance—because the second I had regained my strength, I vouched to one day to the same as he had done to me. I would humiliate him, mock him, laugh at him, press a gun to his head—and unlike him, I would make sure mine would work. I asked around and found out what that family truly stood for. They posed as legit business people, but all that mafia family knew was organized crime. They controlled the city, and all the people in it. From politicians, to police—everyone knew them, respected them and feared them.

We have nine more hours to go. I just hope that I will be able to take care of my baby in this country with no drama. Honestly, I don't know the mafia leaders of America. I have never been interested because they are always so quiet and never start fights. When they have a disagreement with another mafia, it is believed that they sit down and negotiate a way to stop the war. In my stay in the country, I will meet with them at least once since I want to go back to assassination as soon as Jazzy turns two. I took my laptop and started getting into the American mafia systems. I needed to know how long from my mansion to theirs and so that I don't run into them without knowing who they are.

Everything his brother said was true, floryin's life was more fortunate than his own. Even though noora had returned to feel the love of the family after the death of their parents, none of that could make her feel good. Unlike the floryin who never even felt compassion from anyone after mom and dad died. "Why be quiet, noora? " "If only you hadn't left me back then, I probably never would have been a part of this Mafia." "If you had never left me, maybe now I would have tried to save you for a longer chance of life."

"My family is not one you deserve to know. So you have not heard of them until now." Aria shook hands, listening more and more carefully. She understood this phrase very well. "I belong to the Russian mafia, I was born as a son of the boss. However, I never liked this life. I wanted a normal life without death, torture and blood. I wanted a quiet, normal life with love and a real family. Mafia life brings only pain and suffering." Aria felt for her father and at that moment, she could make the comparison of him with Lorenzo. She knew that the young man felt the same way.

Then I find it: "Vitale Family Tragedy - Three Dead in Warehouse Fire" Article dated: August 5, 2007. Victims: Marco Vitale (father, 45). Sofia Vitale (mother, 42). Emilia Vitale (daughter, 8). Survivor: Dante Vitale (son, 12). Cause of fire: Arson suspected. Never proven. Then I decide to search: "Lucia Hale death 2007" Nothing. Zero results.

Seven? “Thank you,” she replied, flashing me a weak smile. “It’s a tough business, the mafia.” I wanted to know more, but I didn’t want to push. “I’m sure it is.” I’d heard horror stories about the mafia. Shootings and stabbings seemed to be common place. The mafia was notorious for hitmen, werewolves willing to kill a target for money. And I assumed the Santonio family, as one of the biggest mafia around, had a TON of hit men.

“My situation is kind of funny, though. Isn’t it? I asked him. “Finding out that you are part of the mafia doesn’t happen to everyone.” He replied, shoving food in his mouth. “All my life I have hated the mafia. I despised them for what they did to the young people around my community. But now, I am married to one and the daughter of another.” “Those young people made their choices.” Nick’s face turned sober. “No body ever forced any of them to become drug addicts or gamblers or turn into prostitutes. At least not under the Rafes. We run a clean as possible empire.”

He was ruthless, but he had his standards. But, this was not the life Mia had asked for. She did not beg to be on earth to be maltreated by her parents then sold to a Mafia boss. I knew that being a member of the Mafia was very dangerous. Mia's life was always at risk for the rest of her life whether she chose to remain in the Mafia or leave. I felt sad for her, but I could not save her because I was going to be part of the Mafia family soon.