Mafia Background For Google Meet Novels & Stories

“You have no idea who the fuck you are talking to right now. I ought to whip you until you bleed for this disobedient and disrespectful outburst.” Her eyes widened and her mouth went dry as it hung open. Not at his threats but rather the vclaim that he made—his words echoing in her mind. The mafia king? As in the leader of the vicious MMM group from Karachi? Never in a million years had Anissa thought that she would be facing the leader of the most powerful mafia in the country. The identity of the leader of the mafia was kept hidden from the public but his malicious and merciless killings and acts were infamous throughout the country. Anissa wasn’t that much of a news person or a socialite

"Yes, yes, I need to rest." Mason exchanged a covert look with Carlo, and the latter nodded, standing and turning to Nora. "I need to go to the restroom. Mason already booked a room for you. He will take you there." Before Nora could even say a word, Carlo had slipped out. An awkward silence descended.

"What happened?" "De Luca." Marco swallowed, still trying to catch his breath. "He called a meeting. THE meeting." The second the words seeped into my ears, my heart missed a beat. Is this a joke or something? What the hell is this bastard planning!? There was only one meeting that mattered in our world. The Conclave. The conclave was a gathering of every major mafia family across the globe. The Italians, the Russians, the Irish, the Triads, the Cartels. It hadn't been called in over a decade. The last time the meeting happened, a family was erased from existence by the stone the sun rose.

It seemed impossible, yet here she was, held captive and used as bait. She leaned closer to the door, straining to hear as much as she could. The men outside were speaking Italian, and though she didn't understand all of the words, she could make out some key phrases. "...mafia...don Marko..." "...from the Italian mafia..." Her heart hammered as she tried to absorb this new information. So, Marko was involved with the Italian mafia? That would explain some things, but it also filled her with more dread.

I question as I slip the pulse ox off her finger. “I’m here to speak with you Miss. Violetta. I come in peace and with a message from Misha Romanov.” Helen informs me. My blood runs cold for a moment at her words before as I let them settle over me. Misha Romanov is the head of the Russian mafia. I think they call themselves Bratva. I don’t know all the various terms tossed about as most in the underworld say mafia or mob and don’t do the specific names. “Oh, is that so?” I raise an eyebrow at her.

Antonio’s Headquarters – The Meeting of Four Mafia Leaders Inside the main meeting room of Antonio’s mansion, tension crackled in the air, thick with unspoken threats and unyielding authority. At the long table, facing a massive map of New York, four mafia leaders sat across from each other. Antonio Franches stood at the head of the table, his piercing gaze sweeping over his new allies. To his right, Rafael Montenegro, the formidable mafia boss of Los Angeles, a man of influence who controlled the West Coast’s drug and arms trade.

I instantly felt stupid for imagining that. “It’s this thing that Miss Diaz and other CEO’s set up at the middle of every summer each year. She believes it helps us as an organization and is good for bonding and all that stuff. But sometimes Miss Diaz ends up traveling to other business affairs when it’s urgent, allowing us to go along with Alex whites, and as her PA, if she will be traveling you’re going with her and if she isn’t, you both will have to share a cabin at the retreat, oh and it’s a technology -free thing, so we’re forced to sit and talk to each other.

Little does my Amore mio know, that I see all that happens in this mansion, in this city and in this country. When anyone tries to outsmart me, I put them in their places and remind them that I am their all seeing god and no treasonous act can go unnoticed. Everyone was seated at the dinning, Massimo, Bruno, Cesare, Shera and Gabriella, Massimo's cousin who was going to be our bait. It was originally a meeting to discuss Giovanni's whereabouts and how to track him down but Shera decided to tag along. After a long vacation away from Italy, Shera decided to come spend the days she missed in my mansion.

"I've got to close this chapter before it gets late. Search for her now. Be prepared for the last wave, Mr.Venomous. Be prepared to lose everything and every precious person in your life. I promised my father that I'd take revenge. I'll fulfill my promise at any cost." Every single person in this mafia world is confined to a complex web. They keep searching for each other and end their game. Henry is searching for Oliver, while Oliver is trying to end Henry. Henry enters a dark room where a man is nothing but his private hacker. He's working on his computer with full focus while Henry touches his back. "Boss, his name is Oliver Moore. He is an international don. He doesn't usually stay in th

I responded by taking a deep breath. We walked in meeting the others already seated; Novela had arranged a seat for the both of us. I looked around and saw Doom sitting some seats afar from mine; he looked away immediately as we locked eyes with each other. “I'm glad you are all here; the meeting has been called urgently regarding the position of the Mafia God; it's been vacant for quite some time, and more delay would not be good.” Micheal spoke with a calm voice. Murmurs arose from the audience, everyone whispering to one another, I stared at them quietly, not saying anything, with Novela doing the same.