Mafia Background For Google Meet Novels & Stories

I explained as I sat down on the bed, while Klarissa walked over to the opposite side. "The Mafia business is a heartless venture.You should be aware that Mafia lords are willing to sell out their daughters just to protect their sons because they see them as a more valuable asset," Klarissa revealed. There was no denying anything she had spoken about because my father did not seem bothered about the consequences that could come with losing his daughter. "If only there was a way out of this..." I paused because an idea just popped up in my mind. "..or maybe there is one good idea," I added, smiling in the direction of Klarissa.

On the other hand, Serena is loyal to a fault - it helps that she’s my Consigliere. We leave the basement, and I remind Dario to get a cleaner for the snitch before walking towards my bedroom. Tonight, there would be a meeting with Italy's top 3 mafia leaders and a crime boss from Greece. These meetings no longer made me nervous, knowing that these men all wanted to see me fail. I don’t know how I kept it together all this time, but as I step into my bedroom, the reason runs towards me.

Marc cheered happily while unlocking the door of Arius's office. "Yaa, Arius was so mad because of that tunnel incident." Nicole added while removing his vest and dropped beside the door. "Arius definitely will be the path changing leader of the mafia." Marc responded by opening the door. "what? Mafia?" Words left my mouth unwillingly as someone struck my heart. Arius is the leader of the mafia?? I couldn't believe their words. "Elena?" Nicole called, they were watching me with a shocked and worried look. One thing only ringing in my head was running.

The mafia's maid "Fuck!" Jeremy causes out loud when his secretary came to tell him that his drugs has been dismantled by a mobster. "They all know that any mobster who turns against me must have a gruesome death," he said as he roared out loud. Ashley woke up early, as usual, she did her morning ablution and went straight to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, there she saw other maids with which she exchange greetings.

"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.

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.

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.

He heard the second man ask. “Yes, she’s Alex personal assistant”. Those words clarified Alex suspicions. They’d intentionally targeted Maya knowing that she had a ‘connection ‘ with him. As Alex slowly approached the men, the black dragon tattoo at the side of their necks became visible as he scoffed. These were the Jensens. Mafia’s from Vladimir’s side. Ever since the incident of his father’s death, the Wolf’s and Jensens had become at war with eachother and sworn blooded enemies. Seeing that Vladimir was already sending his men out to him, it looks like he already got wind of his arrival in Russia. This was good. Alex thought.