Novel & Cerita Mafia 2 Collectables

“Your dad knows nothing about you and Enzo doing this with me. Right?” “Can't be so sure.” “Is he still furious that Ottavio's still hiding?” Dominico grins. “Because half of his assets are in art, collectibles, jewelry, contraband.” Like drugs? Shit. Right now I don't even wanna know. “And property,” I add. “Yeah.” “And an artwork's worth whatever someone's willing to pay for it.” “Once a piece of worthless art's bloated in value, they can turn it into an insurance haven. After the artwork's destroyed, the windfall through the insurance claim becomes the legal tender.”

Ransacking a Mafia stronghold is the same as robbing a mega groceries stores, but for the illegal stuff, I were very surprised as I got the chances to really scours every inch of the large Mansion, from the outside the Mansion looks like any normal mansion that has 1 floor and a basement, but actually the mansion got 3 level of basement, the first floor of basement, was designed to be ass normal as possible, a place where they stored foods, supplies, large barrels of wines and a whole room of expensive wine collections. Even I were impressed with Mikhail wine collections, for sure this guy get a hold of all this expensive wine by stealing them.

floor. It didn't take much time for Andrew to come into his mafia form.He pressed the button under his table and a table appeared from the floor ,containing all sorts of weapons. He immediately wore his Bullet proof jacket along with gear cloak shoulder holster with two pistols. He wore a thigh holster with CZ-75 . He put a blade in his shoes. In one hand he was holding AK -47 and in the other he was holding a pistol.Without further delay he moved towards the gun shots like the cheetah who is dying to kill his prey. His body held a strong power as he marched down the stairs killing his enemies who were coming in the way. Ethan was right behind him, covering him from the back.On the first fl

"And books. Do you have books that are not about finance or territory management or whatever it is you people read." "You people," I repeated. "Crime lords." He said it without blinking. "Mafia. Whatever the correct term is." Nikolai made a sound from behind his newsspaper that was close enough to a laugh that both Ace and I looked at him. He did not lower the paper. "There is a library off the main corridor. Mixed collection. Help yourself." Ace nodded. "What else can I ask for." "What else do you want." "My own key to my room."

He extended his arm while showing the red mark from her hit. Clara rolled her eyes, "Can you be a little more serious? Something bad is happening, and you're still worried about your reddened arm?" "Come on, the mission is well planned, and I know exactly what to do there. I won't attack Liam and his troops in Canada. In fact, I'm not tasked with attacking ElWagner's headquarters because Rafael has arranged a team from a mafia network led by Mikael Williams." "Who is Mikael Williams?" Clara furrowed her brow upon encountering another unfamiliar name in Lucas's story.

And second—always follow the first rule. Rhys knew the day he stepped foot in this mafia world that this was not going to be easy, and he was not the boy to do easy things. He preferred challenges, thrilling and dangerous ones. And his trust in himself brought him near the pillars of success, as most feared man in underworld and worldwide. He had both the looks and money to buy anything, with just a flick of his fingers. Women, cars, houses, buildings, he could even buy those two lost shipments once again only working a minute. But love….

Twenty-five is still young, is he on crack? Instead of replying, I roll my head onto the couch and shut my eyes. I can't deal with his crap right now. He's always been like this-forcing me into shit I don't want to do. "Life is short, son, especially if you're in the mafia. You'll need heirs by thirty, at the most." He stops before speaking again, hoping this last sentence would make me want to marry some random girl. "And, it'll be a good alliance."

I retort back. "Anyways, as I can see, you're taking the truth very optimistically, I don't find a reason to hide it from you anymore. Anna, these Red Skulls and Rivas or Cosa Nostra, they all are mafia gangs who runs the illegal trade including all the dirty work for example- robbery, drug smuggling, human trafficking, assassinations and of coarse abduction for heavy ransom." He explains me and to say, my ears go deaf and brain stops functioning, it would be an understatement. I blink my eyes quite a few times to make myself believe in what I just heard.

“What right do you have to take Sergio’s turfs? Just because the bastard’s gone doesn’t mean you can snake your way in and –“ SLAM! I drive the SEAL onto the tabletop and this elicits a gasp from Raphael. To the naked eye, the SEAL appears quite ordinary. It is a green marbled jade cube with a carved out phoenix on top. But there is an unusual feature to it; its perpetual shine. It never fades, not even in the darkest nights of winter. Whoever owns the SEAL controls the Mafia. And now, it is in my hands. I shoot a look at Raphael who quickly sits back down.