Mafia Background For Google Meet Novels & Stories

I pressed my fingertips against my temples, trying to breathe through the overwhelming rush of thoughts. James was on the phone again, his voice sharp. “No one outside of my authority is to have knowledge of Mr. Liam’s condition. Do you understand?” I glanced at him, confused. As if sensing my stare, James turned to me and sighed. “Mr. Liam is the most powerful Mafia boss in Europe,” he explained. “If word gets out that he’s unconscious, the hospital will turn into a war zone before sunrise.” I felt a shiver run down my spine. I hadn’t even thought of that.

All waited in their seats for the godfather to start the meeting. "Outlaws are going with this news: The five Italian-American crime Mafia families of New York are in existence once again.” All the men stared at the Godfather on high alert with backs straightening up. They all knew something big was coming; they could sense it. It was not only because of the sudden call from the Godfather, asking them to meet in the underworld house in Dubai, but because of the glint in the eyes of Don as he told them to. The matter was more than worth it, or worse—it was even way too dangerous for them to muse about it, probably. Sighing, he whirled around to set the projector as he worked on the laptop. Th

“But I have other aspirations in life. Becoming a mafia wife was never part of my plan.” “Watch your words when you speak of my son,” Mirella warned without looking at her, her attention fixed on the painting as if each word she spoke was just another stroke of the brush. “Dante isn’t just a simple mafioso, as you say. He is the leader of the ’Ndrangheta. The mere mention of the Bellandi name makes lesser men tremble. Don’t get it twisted, girl.” Her tone was soft, but every syllable carried a sharp edge—a reminder that Svetlana was a foreigner in a world that didn’t belong to her.

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.

he replied and took a step closer to me, "I need you to know Ms. Moretti, this is not an ordinary gala, it's also a display of dominance in this world of ours." "What world? Is there something I need to know now?"I asked and Mr. Bianchi stepped forward "I am sure you must have heard rumors about me being involved in the mafia world," he said and I looked away immediately, he moved closer to me, gently placing his hand on my chin and raising my head up to meet his eyes. "Well, you didn't hear wrong. Most of the people you are meeting today are involved in the mafia world and it's not just that, Marco had also stepped his foot into that world with your money, so you should know you are going t

Guan family are next. Arsenio did not stop smiling. Even with Anindira. *** One week later. Arsenio and Anindira had just finished their honeymoon. Actually, there are still a few days left. However, Arsenio must immediately attend an important meeting at the All Star Group. This meeting concerns the interests of the latest Mafia The Next Level game. "The investors, would like to know more details about the latest Mafia The Next Level Game, Young Master," Bastian explained, while walking towards the meeting room.

Mike immediately walked in and closed the door behind him. "Boss, You were right..." he replied extending a tabloid towards Nathan. The tabloid had some of the recorded videos. "Michael is back..." Nathan's eyes narrowed as he saw the footage on the screen. Michael Grayson, aka Gaga, was like a sworn enemy to Nathan, leading one of the mafia gang in Italy. He was both dangerous and ruthless. Though Nathan was also related to the mafia, he always had his hands clean. Unlike him, Michael's gang deals with all sorts of illegal activities. Killing, smuggling improper contents were his normal businesses.

Marco p.o.v The music playing quietly in the background, I glance at my wristwatch again, groaning. It's been only a few hours into the event, and barely twenty minutes since I joined these men in a private conference room. The men arguing in front of me are capos, Dons of various regions in the country. We are having a Mafia meeting in the middle of a charity event, how convenient. I heave a sigh again. These morons are wasting my time, I should be home with Zoey, not listening to them fight over bullshit.

Fuck. What if she…It can’t be. Looking back at Miles, he hasn’t moved from his spot, eyeing the door with a knowing look, confirming what I already figured out. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck Liam for doing this. “A friend of mine told me an interesting tactic that they use in the IMC,” Miles speaks up, breaking through my fear stricken thoughts. I can barely focus right now, my mind whirling with the possibilities. “Italian Mafia Council. You know what that is, right?” when Mr Sirenio asked.

“Well, I am going to call Joe and ask for a meeting.” The room erupted in fucking chaos. “The fuck do you mean?” Ice shouted the loudest. “No, man!” “Stop!” Holding up my hand, they all quieted down. Only after they were quiet did I start talk again. “One of the laws mafia men live by is meetings are to respected. They don’t miss meetings and it is considered neutral. Obviously, I will be taking men but this is to just meet and have a conversation.”