Mafia Background For Google Meet Novels & Stories

Twenty-five is still young, is he on crack? Instead of replying, I roll my head onto the couch and shut my eyes. I can't deal with his crap right now. He's always been like this-forcing me into shit I don't want to do. "Life is short, son, especially if you're in the mafia. You'll need heirs by thirty, at the most." He stops before speaking again, hoping this last sentence would make me want to marry some random girl. "And, it'll be a good alliance."

But there’s no way she would’ve trusted him with something like that. “Well,” Jamie takes a step forward, kicking his feet out. “She’s been doing a lot more than that. I got a tip about a meeting she had with a couple of dons on the other side of the country. The kind of people your father would have a stroke over. One of them told someone else about a company opening in Santa Marinella–” he whistles, “-something big, that they could get into on the low.” “But–” he raises a hand.”Not just investment. They plan to front some illegal business through whatever returns and contracts they get from the company.”

I felt like my presence would vilify her, would make her become like me. I was a killer, someone who brought ruin to the lives of others who crossed their boundaries. I worked for the strongest mafia families in the world and only took jobs that were expensive. This depended on who the target usually was. His or her status in the society. I didn't care if anyone would miss him or her. That wasn't my problem because I never got caught. Sitting across from her felt like I was making a mockery of myself. Or rather, life was making a mockery of me.

𝐏𝐎𝐕 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐀 The invitation arrived two days ago. Thick paper, elegant lettering, and an embossed seal. A traditional mafia charity event—one of those where no one goes to help but to see and be seen. No one asked if I wanted to go. No one asked if I was okay. They simply informed me that my presence was mandatory. “Many important names will be there,” my mother said as she adjusted a necklace around my neck.

And that important thing involved her life and that of our baby. I slipped into the chair behind my desk and picked up a file. It had been printed out by Modric, at the meeting. It was a record of shipping and logistics from other mafia groups in affiliation with Marina's ring, from different countries and states. It had been printed out to track her company's movements as we had gotten intel on the companies and Mafia groups that worked with her But there was no trace of her in any of this. I had no idea if bothering about it was a hassle. Marina was a snake and could strike at any time.

He walked in confidently with his eyes focused on me. “Have you ever wondered how Carlo Auder got this powerful?” Bianca leaned in, lowering her voice. “He refuses to join the mafia, like his father, and he's a social elite,” Mia answered. “We know Giovanni’s power isn't through ‘hard work and dedication’. The man runs this company like a kingdom, and we all know what happens to people who cross him.” Mia answers, ignoring the topic about Carlo. “Keep your voice down! If the wrong person hears you, we’ll all be out of a job—or worse,” Bianca said, looking at both sides.

It was like he was trying to tell me not to be scared that he will protect me . “ we found this pictures in the pilots bags , the original pilots and hostesses bodies behind the private airport “ the lady finally finished. “Thank you Cynthia “ Cain’s dad replied. “ We shall dissolve this meeting and come back to it . I cannot share my thoughts with everyone until we find out who here works for the Irish mob” With that Mr Adams stood up and left the room followed by the other men in black and finally the Chinese lady. Leaving I and Cain alone in the room again. They didn’t even touch the food. I could eat but I was almost killed .

The caller explained once more. "So my presence is needed right?" "The Elite Packs are the number one Mafia group in the underworld and your attention would be highly appreciated" Pearl sighed, dropping his pen and ruffling his hair. "Very well then, I will be there. Just text me the location" He said before hanging up the phone. Norrignton never told the table about any convention meeting and he wondered why his beloved father had chose to keep it secret away from any of the members. While he continued with the paper work, he heard the door opened and Brown entered with what seem to be a glimpse of happiness in his face.

I said "He is being treated but you know it is dangerous to being treated in a local hospital" He said leaning back at the couch. "Okay when I have to treat him" I asked him. "Meet our head tommorow at midnight café at 1pm sharp," he said and I nodded. "Thanks for helping my dear," he said and stand up from the couch. "I have to go now," he said and we bid our goodbyes. "Mom let's go to bed," I said and she nodded.