Novel & Cerita Mafia 2 Collectables

Diana warned, her voice frail but I ignored her and continued. "First, there's my father's collection of rare herbs – several species are extinct now, making them invaluable. Then we have the collectibles: ceremonial weapons, historical artifacts, first edition books." I swiped through documents on my tablet. "And of course, my shares in four luxury hotels, all performing excellently." I stated, ready to get into the more detailed assets when Derek interrupted me, his face reddening. "Those aren't your personal assets. They belong to the pack. You gifted them years ago." He spoke up. Diana nodded vigorously, backing him up.

"Bianca Whitmore. The singular cub your ledger priced at five million credits." With a slow, dramatic sigh, the mafia boss reaches over to rip the thick burlap sack off my head, holding my shaking torso tightly against his chest armor. Overwhelmed by the sheer wave of primitive fear, my joints stay completely frozen like ice. Hot tears have entirely ruined my face, and my hair is a total, messy disaster.

“Ron's family is very rich, they completely trust me. They will not let me be held responsible before the law. However, do you think you can escape my hands? I will kill you, then I will burn this house, everything will be created into a fire that will burn you to death. No one will know I came here and killed you.” After Nelly said these things, her face became crazy and she was extremely excited, she did not know that all her words and actions were recorded by a small camera hidden behind her behind the bookshelf. The red flashing light is like an omen signaling that Nelly's future life will be horribly tormented by Celine.

"I know you are surprised baby. What is in that flash drive?" "God Nicole!? How did you find it out? You are too inquisitive Bella. That flash drive is very important. It contains all the vital information about the Mafia, how it is being run, our trade partners, the various families and Capos, shipments of our goods round the coasts, income and all that. It is very important. If it gets into the wrong hands, all the confidential secrets will be exposed"He explained. "Wrong hands? You mean enemies? You have enemies?"Nicole asked quickly.

The club’s interior gleamed faintly leather booths, cracked mirrors, golden lights that had long since lost their glow. Adrien moved with purpose, checking corners, flipping a hidden switch behind the bar. A faint hum filled the room as a panel slid open, revealing a hidden stairway beneath the floor. Elena blinked. “Secret tunnels? Really?” He looked back, eyes dark with amusement. “Mafias don’t build homes, Elena. They build escape routes.” She followed him down the narrow stairs into a dimly lit hallway. The walls were concrete, lined with old security monitors and files stacked on shelves.

We were on our way to the meeting place, a rendezvous with the overseas client, a man known only as 'The Engineer,' and the stakes had never been higher. Months. Months of meticulous planning, of delicate negotiations, of weaving a web of deceit and promises across continents. This wasn’t just another deal. This was a coup, a turning point. We were acquiring something invaluable, something that would solidify the Sokolov family’s dominion over the city’s underworld and beyond. An exclusive formula for an explosive, potent enough to rewrite the rules of engagement in my chaotic mafia world. Think of it: an asset that could level a building with surgical precision, or disappear a rival’s entir

My disgust when I realised that the overly religious bastard trying to bring me down, built a church and dutifully attended mass but trafficked the young and helpless when he didn't need to. The Mafia crime ring didn't have to be dishonourable. Him and the others I have taken out were the scum of my world. He was the last of the dishonourable dons in the mafia world. I had picked him right outside the church. Eliminating him and his likes had been my life's work, a work my father started and I was finishing. "Bring me four of his fingers, two from each hand," I order my man, sipping the gin.

'My name?' He asked with a shocked expression. 'Yes.' He frowned and looked me in the eyes. 'Giovanni, my name is Giovanni LaRosa.' I smiled to myself. It's long and sexy, just what I hoped for. 'Okay, uhmm...' I was thinking what question I could ask. 'Do you do illegal stuff?' I asked. 'Yes. I do.' He said. Jesus, that was easy.. I nodded my head and thought of the possible thing he did. Maybe he killed more than just my sister. Or he is into drugs. Or woman export. You never know. But I'm already screwed, so fuck it.

Not to mention, there was some porno playing on the PC, which I smashed to pieces, feigning annoyance. It looked like it had been in use recently. There was some paperwork recording the raids and whatever money was gathered from the stores that were under the mafia's protection racket scheme. That's just sick... Well, there is nothing useful in here, but a picture is worth ten thousand words. There has to be some sort of switch or trigger to see something hidden beyond the wall or something. I looked around and spotted a wooden, well-polished cabinet with a portrait of a middle-aged couple flashing a cruel smile with a child in their midst.