Mafia Background For Google Meet Novels & Stories

Third Person Pov: Thomas Allen is one of the most ruthless leaders in the mafia gang Hayden Wren heads. Its known as 'Python'. Recently, there's been a fued between the two, hence; Thomas moved to Dubai. The members of the gang thought things would dissolve over time... but it didn't. Communication seized between the two for the past two years. Now, Thomas is back to set things right.

They were so deep into illegal business but now they wanted to enter the mafia to taste its power but they didn’t know that it will be the first step towards their doom. "So, when is the meeting” he asked to which he replied “They will notify us but keep every step covered as I don't want any kind of negligence” He nodded his head discussing details with him unaware that someone was listening to them through small camera and speaker in the room. ***** Ignore Grammer's mistake for now, I will edit the book after completing it.

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.

The meeting had started about three minutes before I walked in. In no time the first speaker was called. A tough Lorenzo, their blood line was known for a generational lineage of wealthy mafias from his great-grandfather to his father and down to him. Their records weren’t clean too but at least they have something to boost off. The moment the young man was done with his speech I heard my name so I hurriedly got up not to keep the crowd waiting. aBy now all eyes were fixated on me as I walked up to the podium to give my little speech and to tell the community that I am now the one in charge of managing my father’s assets, at least some of it at the moment.

By the next morning, the rumors had already spread. No one knew who started them. No one admitted repeating them. Yet everyone seemed to know. At breakfast, Mia walked into the dining room to find Luca unusually quiet. He was staring at his phone. That alone was suspicious. "What happened?" Luca slid the phone across the table. "I hate people." Mia looked down. The headline wasn't from a newspaper. It came from an underground mafia forum. CAN MIA ROMANO LEAD IF MARK FALLS?

Taken in silence and ceremony. And she was the last. Giovanni sat alone in his office. The room that once overflowed with books was now nothing but ashes. The shelves stood bare. The only thing left was a single photograph of his mother, young and serious. Her eyes were sharp, just like his daughter's. He poured himself a drink. “Tell me I’m wrong,” he said aloud. “Tell me I’m not the monster they think I am.” Silence answered him. The priestess didn’t need to say a word.

RAPHA OKOYE "What are your lying eyes looking at, you worthless omega outcast?" Amara Mensah snarls right into my face, his claws flexing under his expensive black leather gloves. The main ritual hall of the Mensah Moon Estate is arranged with terrifying, blood-soaked precision for the mafia alliance. Every single stone pillar is polished to look like a mirror, reflecting the heavy golden thrones where the top capos of the Adebayo Dominion and the Mensah Clan sit. Because millions of young wolves are watching this high-stakes ceremony via the underground live feed network, the mafia bosses spent thousands of pack resources to make everything look completely grand. The whole event is moving f

“Which means we need to be extremely careful with whoever we choose.” He leaned closer slightly. “And let’s not forget there’s a chance the person eventually finds out about your mafia business.” My eyes narrowed instantly. “So what exactly are you suggesting?” Michael tapped his fingers thoughtfully against his glass before speaking. “We need someone desperate. Someone who needs money badly enough to agree to your conditions.” Michael paused meaningfully. “Someone who has something… or someone… important to lose.” My expression slowly sharpened with interest. “That makes sense,” I admitted. “But the problem is almost everybody is desperate for money these days.”

I said, and he held me close. “Then I promise I will never let you go,” he said as he hugged me tightly. “You need to prepare. Tomorrow we have a media conference meeting, and I want you there to introduce you to everyone,” he told me, and my eyes widened as I looked at Jim. “Really?” I asked, and he nodded. “All ten Mafia families will be there,” he added, sending a chill down my spine. “If you don’t want to come… then…” he started to say, but I interrupted him.

She goes back to a room that she had ordered to be set up with a big screen and a big table, with elegant chairs for the occasion, after a few minutes, the effect of the tranquilizer was wearing off, Maria, looking at the time she has controlled the medication, goes to the room where he was clean and ready and says to him, - "now we will talk to someone important, we will talk to you. - now we will talk to someone important, you behave or you will not leave here alive, and your great circus power will end, I am Maria, your boss in Argentina. He did not answer anything, he seemed very submissive, that made the guards alert, Maria put him three guards, and told them that surely that ruffian wi