Mafia Background For Google Meet Novels & Stories

“Wait. Moretti Moretti?” Riva frowned. “You know him?” “Are you—are you serious right now?” another friend asked, wide-eyed. “He’s Ares Moretti. That family runs half the illegal shit across borders. Mafia. Guns. Casinos. Black money. People disappear when they breathe wrong around them.” Riva’s stomach dropped. “You mean he’s like… actual mafia?” “Actual. Untouchable. Lethal. And you—” Nia looked her up and down. “What the hell did you do to end up in his car?”

Like he hadn’t just shot someone in the middle of a mafia summit. He was everything my father warned me about—and everything I’d ever dreamed of. The meeting was between the three most powerful mafia families in Italy: the Leoni, the Campania, and the Mia. It was the first time in years they had all sat together in the same room. The police were closing in, getting smarter, bolder. Some idiot detective had gotten lucky and connected the dots, and now there were whispers of a joint investigation. Everyone was scared. But not Alexandro.

This bastard seemed really determined to blow her head off if she kept screaming and resisting. Yes, what kind of dream did Bella have last night that she had to experience a kidnapping like this? It was clear to her that these people were members of a gang. Marco Vilante, as Darrel suspected, was a dangerous mafia leader. Bella never thought she would have to deal with these dangerous people. It was all because of that damn accident that led to her being kidnapped like this.

I shook my head a little with a small smile tugging them sides of my lips as I made my way into the restaurant after him. We placed our orders and were sitting down together at a particular table which was hidden from the open of the restaurant, and James had gotten on his phone almost immediately after we’ve both sat down, while I glanced around the whole room, enduring that we were kind of safe at the moment, and didn’t just walk into something akin to a trap. “Luca?” James' voice called out and I dragged my eyes away from the expanse of the restaurant to stare at him questioningly. “You do know we have a meeting with the mafia heads, right? It was supposed to be held yesterday which was a

I hated that he always pulled the strings like a damn puppeteer. "At least tell me what kind of event this is," I snapped. A pause. Then— "It’s a masked business meeting. With other mafia factions from around the world." Fuck! My entire body went rigid. I knew what that meant. Raphael didn’t deal with corporate businessmen. He dealt with KILLERS And if it was a meeting of Mafias… That meant I was about to be thrown into the lion’s den. Raphael’s voice came again, quieter this time.

My eyes followed each of them and followed to them to the door where they all disappeared to. They are finally having their face to face meeting. Unlike the 1960s and early 2000s, nowadays the Dons of the mafias rarely met personally for a meeting. Everything is done online, they go on online meetings where it is less risky and they are more protected in their territory. I followed behind them, having the least idea of what their meeting will all be about. I just know that they might discuss marriage especially now that I have graduated. I can’t have them talking about my marriage without my presence.

I gaze back at my laptop. "Okay." She murmured and began checking them out on the tablet she was holding. "You have meeting with the Italian in two hours and they have sent the location on where to meet, you have lunch meeting with the Denvici's, they want it to hold in the restaurant they opened just recently, And lastly, you have private meetings." Ohh, it Monday The mafias leaders general meeting. Anything relating the mafias are always put in private meetings, she couldn't have access to it because it needs my pass code to open it. So she informs me then forward the meeting schedule to my email.

Scrambled eggs had me hurling and it was a pity because it seemed Miguel had turned into some kind of chef in the year he was gone, the eggs looked buttery and soft. I refused to let him stop making them on my account though so plugging my nose it is. “Its not a good idea for you to be out,” Miguel said s he turned back to his screen. “Because someone would recognize me as billionaire Niko Salvatore’s wife and take pictures to post on the internet?” I drawled, we were literally in the middle of nowhere and I doubted I was that recognizable. He gives me an equally dry look. “Because they are CCTVs in public places, ATM machines, the roadsides, CCTV creates a trail that can and will lead back

Just as the hammer was about to fall— "Put the gun down!" A commanding shout echoed. The basement doors burst open. Dozens of heavily armed mercenaries surrounded the room. An old man with white hair but eyes sharp as a hawk walked in, leaning on a cane. It was the Old Don of Cosa Nostra. My father. "Papa, you want to stop me?" I didn't turn around. The gun remained fixed on Sophia. "For two pieces of trash, you want to start a war with the entire Camorra?" The Old Don scoffed. "Drop the weapon. I have something more important to tell you."

“Listen to me: if you ever see that man again, avoid him at all costs. He’s part of the Mafia. He’s involved in all sorts of illegal activities. He’s dangerous, Charity—a monster! You’re lucky you didn’t provoke him.” “Mafia?” Charity repeated, stunned. “Yes! He frequents nightclubs, but I didn’t expect to see him here. Just stay out of his way if you ever see him again,” Milet warned, pulling her toward the exit. Charity winced. “But I didn’t even get a clear look at his face. My vision was blurry!” “It doesn’t matter! Let’s go—I’ll take you home,” Milet insisted, hurrying her to the waiting area.