Mafia Background For Google Meet Novels & Stories

the maid asked. Elena nodded. Massimo worked silently in his office. He switched between drafting letters to different potential mafia allies and checking his phone for new texts. He knew Elena had said she was watching a movie, but that hadn't always stopped her from texting him live updates. Massimo looked over his list of potential allies—a few of them had been at today's meeting. He still thought that meeting had gone well, at least until the other families had brought up the matter of holding a formal banquet in a few weeks.

Leonardo paused in his speech. He accessed my facial expression before going on. "It is an oath of secrecy taken, swearing not to divulge the activities of the mafia to law enforcement agencies. You won't be allowed to have unmonitored phone calls, e-mails or texts as every thing will now be monitored by the mafia. You also can't go on unsupervised trips or vacations. All your movements will be monitored and track. You shouldn't be seen with the police either. You will have to be branded as belonging to the Mafia. And the punishment if you don't sign or break any of the rules is...death"

Chapter 14. Author’s Pov. Amelia settled into the chair staring at the play in front of her. “Everyone seated here are mafia men from our clan. You are the only Non mafia.” Megan leaned in and whispered in her ear. “Oh! She batted softly. She was quite perplexed at first! Of course, she knew that all mafia especially ones with high ranking do not associate with everyone. This explains why he is here then. “Does he do this often?”

So fucking tame. "They're losing their minds," Marco said, leaning against the doorway. "Social media is worse. #MafiaQueen is trending." I let out a short laugh and tossed the paper aside. "Let them talk. Better they fear me than pity me." My father walked in, already dressed in his usual dark suit. He glanced at the papers and gave a small nod. "This is good. The quicker the world knows, the faster Adrian feels the pressure." "I want a meeting this afternoon," I said. "Small one. Just the capos who run the ports and the warehouses. I need to see who still respects the name and who needs reminding."

Being the leader of a notorious mafia gang,I have a huge responsibility sitting upon my shoulders. "Video conference would work?"I come up with a temporary preposition . "For a day or two,yes but after that we need your physical presence to tackle this new problem Sir.We have to prepare for a joint alliance with the Mexicans, Spanish and Irish Mafias to stop Dimitri and Italians,for the first time in history or I say it's our bad luck that all Italian houses came together to defeat their competitors in Europe while Dimitri wants to destroy us." "I'll call Dimitri and confront him over this matter meanwhile you arrange for a video conference with our gang and our allies at nine in the night."

Once again, the mafia bosses stood up to their feet once they saw him and only sat down when he had taken his seat. "Good day ladies and gentlemen, I welcome you all to another special gathering-themed crossword, I hope you enjoy yourselves," Ace announced briefly and everyone clapped. Some of the bosses' women cheered, excited to see the almighty godfather. But they were careful not to cheer too much so as not to arose their men's anger. The anger of a mob is so different and hard to control. And yes this special gathering involves lots of events, like gambling or even mere games. The meeting began shortly and after they were done with the serious part of it, it was time to move on to the n

Being a member of the mafia meant making deals with other groups, both legal and illegal, and this was one of those illegal meetings where things could go wrong and bodies could start dropping to the floor with blood stains with the slightest slip-up. I, like the others, stood at the corner with a briefcase of substance, waiting to be called while Giovanni and their new ally conversed. "I heard what happened with the Russians; how do I know the same sh*t won't happen here tonight?" The new ally, Mr. González, his name, was seated on the opposite couch with one leg crossed over the other, with six of his men standing behind him, and a cigar stuck in his fingers.

I questioned, my tone stern. “Yes, of course I am,” he responded with a smile I could tell was obviously fake. I couldn't help but smile widely at that face. “Perfect, now then let's head out.” “And just which mafia gang do you think is going to meet us right now, without any prior notice?” Mason questioned. “Well there is one Mafia gang that I'm sure would definitely welcome me without a notice, and surprisingly, they are the first one on the list,” I replied. “Which is ?”

They gave each other a nod, and as though they had reached a silent understanding, they didn't say anything to each other. Michael went to the largest library with Bruno and five other guys, where he met with several bosses from other mafias. He had meetings with the heads of the mafia in Germany, Canada, South Korea, Japan, Singapore, and the Philippines. They all decided to join forces with him and the Mezzaluna family. He still had one supervisor to see, and that was the Russian president.

Chapter 44: Defiant Alpha Enzo’s I sat rigidly in the pack meeting, my arms tightly crossed, my jaw completely set, as the large room loudly buzzed with relentless whispers and constant sideways glances aimed at me. Moses growled low and aggressively in my head, his restlessness perfectly matching my own internal turmoil. I couldn’t believe I had actually dragged myself all the way here for this ridiculous show—a bunch of old elders and weak pack members muttering like frightened cowards behind my back.