Mafia 3 Mission Novels & Stories

Isaac said. “That’s what we think. But who would have the balls for that? I mean fuck. Not to mention who’d want to leave Miami for Chicago winters or some shit,” Mickey laughed. “Did someone order take out,” the butler said in the doorway. “Yeah thanks I got it,” Mickey said, jumping up. “Level with us Aleksey, if we’re doing this, cooperating with an ADA who is intentionally fucking blowing a MURDER case … you tell us fucking everything, I mean it,” Isaac said, tapping the table.

After learning I was good at gambling games, he became loose tongued. “Before we play, could you answer my few questions?” I asked him "Were you sent to me? Who sent you?" "Chill bro, I'm not involved with any shitty mafia. Just came here to seek info on someone" "Hm...who's this person you seek info on?" "Mia Alexandra Carson" "What do you need with this girl?" He asked me. "I want to confirm a lot. Is she..." Ace interrupted me "One time she ruined my trade on the sea. We were smuggling drugs but she ruined the trade"

"Now that's great news. Now listen to me find out everything about that girl as fast as you can. I don't like to wait and yes make sure that there is nothing left about her. I want to know her whole history, her present and how she met Abeer the great mafia.",Damian ordered and hung the call. "Abeer, it's just a start. Just wait and watch how I am going to ruin you completely and then only my revenge will get fulfilled and my sister's soul will finally rest in peace that day.",Damian said, his voice getting heavier. *** Mia was busy watching Khushi from her cabin's window where Khushi was busy working on her desk.

Natalie’s POV “Are you 100% sure Lucien?” He frowned slightly before finally answering me… “Ok fine…I heard you…” “Good…where are you headed after now?” “Uh I’ll just head out for a while. I have some things to take care of then I’ll be back home in a short while…” “What’s it about?” “It’s just business matters…” “Business? Lucien?” “Mafia business…between me and Don Nichole… you have nothing to worry about trust me…”

Until he reached near the end: Marco DeSanti – Shared Sky (Sun and Moon) Symbol: Shattered Wheel Status: Claimed Alessandro felt a lump in his throat. He had taken Marco’s life. In the chapel, during the eclipse. It wasn’t merely punishment; it was part of something bigger—a ritual. He kept turning the pages. In transit Symbol: Withheld Event: Incomplete No name. No status. He flipped the page and hesitated. The last entry was sealed with wax, marked by a black seal that bore the same symbol the priestess had drawn in Marco’s blood.

Perhaps he was insane, but his fury would not rest until his empress was back in his arms. The big three mafias were bound together. Whatever one demanded, the others provided without hesitation. Alejandro had already spoken to Lorenzo, who agreed without a trace of doubt, driven by the emptiness of his boredom. Supporting his brother’s crusade gave him purpose. Hellion would spread terror through Russia and America, Lorenzo through Sicily and his other dominions, while Alejandro would scour France, the Philippines, and Mexico. Mafia, gang, or Yakuza—none would escape. No one was exempt.

Matteo’s voice rang through the earpiece in their ears and Xander and Enzo shared a look. “Remember the mission. Keep it clean.” Enzo warned for the last time and gave the signal “Copy that, Don.” Darrio responded with an undertone of amusement and Xander bit back a smirk. Darrio was always the one to make light of any situation. At various points around the warehouse, members of the Mafia made their way in. The mission was to find out who they were up against and if they’re lucky enough, what the plan is. “Something’s not right.” Enzo growled, studying the calmness with which the various groups mingled.

Kabir asked, leaning against the wall, putting his gun inside his back pocket. “We will stick together. I don’t think now we can split because, in that process, our chances of winning are way too low. So let’s stick together and make a circle so that we can aim in all directions.” As I instructed, everyone immediately nodded their heads in obedience, taking guns in both hands, all ready to complete the mission. This mission was way too important for me. I couldn’t let that asshole win. The American mafia was doing female trafficking under my nose. I couldn’t let that happen. And also, some rats were helping him do that. Just for two days, I had been out of Russia, and they executed this plan

He quickly let go of me and smiled. “I'm sorry, but we miss you so much. Are you going to stay with us now?” he asked me. “We’ll talk later; Rebecca continues the discussion,” I ordered them. Blade nodded at me, as did Rebecca. “As I said earlier, there will be a transaction that will happen next month—the MCP3 Project. We are one of the Mafia who will participate in that Project. The one who planned that project is one of the biggest Mafia around the world. The major Mafias involved in that Mafia Collaboration are Santiago’s Mafia, us, and another Mafia.”

"I got into a little trouble, but I am currently fixing it, Mama." "He is not something you could fix yourself. All you need to do is go home alive. Don't waste your precious time. Such a simple task, Misaki. Let me do the rest." Without the scolding and questions, it seemed like her mother already knew a part of the story, or maybe she already knew everything. "He won't kill me, Mama. You know he can't. Let me handle my troubles by myself," She said before ending the call, realizing that she had to fix her problem immediately.