Mafia Bts Novels & Stories

Ken answered, “As long as you’re with me you’ll be safe.” “Why is that?” I asked. “I am one of the most feared Mafia leaders out there,” he smirked,”Only the stupid people dare to mess with me.” “Okay then,” I mutter. “We’re here,” Cole announced. “Lets party,” Dexter cheered. We got out of the car, and I looked at the big house in front of me. “Jesus you guys must be billionaires,” I gaped. "What did u expect,” Ken clarified. We walked into the house, and I was surprised to see everyone look so……classy.

We were sitting in her room catching up, we hadn't seen each other in two weeks. "Yeah, he should be here soon." Mia replies. Diego Garcia is our other best friend, Mia, Diego, and I have been inseparable since we were seven years old. Suddenly, the door opened, "I've arrived," Diego shouts. He always does this. He's a very dramatic person. Diego Garcia is a hacker for our mafia, along with Mia, much like me, Diego and Mia never go on missions. We mostly work from our warehouses. "Stop screaming, Diego." I scold him jokingly.

His mere presence was enough. "You know what happens to those who steal from us," Alessandro finally spoke, his voice low and steady. "But you didn’t just steal. You sold names. Family names." "I didn’t mean to," the man gasped, his breath hitching. "It wasn’t supposed to go that far." Giovanni made a soft sound in his throat, a mix of a sigh and a growl. Then, a figure emerged from the shadows near the sacristy—the priestess.

After four long hours of driving, I finally stop in front my house-my parent's house. Still the same two story house, with the obnoxiously large water fountain in the middle of the driveway. I guess you could say I was born into a rich family, actually very rich. Papa's older brother, Pedro Alfonso, was head of the Spanish mafia. When he died of a heart attack, his wife, Cristina Alfonso, and son, Dante Alfonso, came to live with us.

A motherly colleague connected me with a wealthy wine family in Naples, where I became their financial analyst, working in their residence. Like any girl in my position, I took the job as a family financial analyst in the renowned wine industry owned by Mafia billionaires The Russo family, known as the undertakers, Naples Mafia royalty. The vinnoRicco, their wine company, is the envy of the industry, nestled in the heart of Italy’s vineyards. Working with vinnoRicco is a dream for everyone. The headquarters is an architectural masterpiece against lush vineyards, adorned with grapevine motifs and wrought iron accents. The estate includes a landscaped courtyard for tastings and gatherings.

“You can say it.” “Yes, that,” A chill went through my spine. “And what does it stand for again?” I had never heard of them before. “Mafia Intelligence and Security Agency, it’s quite the name, isn’t it?” “Yes,” I swallowed my throat. The reality of the situation was starting to sink in, and it wasn’t looking good. From all the organizations it could’ve been, it had to be one specifically built to, what I assume, take down the Mafia. "I came to visit because I want to know what I’m getting into," I lied, giving her the saddest look I possibly could. I could see Jessica’s hesitation kicking in.

The Blacksmiths Organization. Brazil. 9:50pm. "Where is he?" Mr.B asked his secretary, who hasn't said anything yet about the agent sent on the mission to kill Angelo Castillo, the Big boss of the Jade Dragon Mafia, one that they didn't know if it was successful or not, because his tracker wasn't showing anymore. Mrs. Eve sent an ambivalent look at her boss, which made the man know that she had nothing. He grunted in anger before storming his way outside the office and into the security room, where the agent's in charge of keeping track of their people were working.

he asked, his brow furrowed. I struggled to catch my breath, the words spilling out in a hysterical rush. "I was abducted...by this scary, narcissistic guy with an eyepatch and his goons! They are dangerous, you have to help me!" The officer's expression shifted, a strange gleam entering his eyes. "You have come to the right place," he murmured, a chilling smile spreading across his lips. "I know who you are talking about, his name is Deangelo Luis Valladares, also known as Scorpion. He is the don of drugs and the most feared mafia in the city, and one of the four fathers."

Tricia said. Immediately she said it, I kissed her lip. I didn't care about how Cherry's face looked. I still need him to pay for what he has done, and the result of everything was going to be death. "Alright, what is your plan?" I asked. "You are the mafia here," she said and I smiled. "Mafia boss," I said. "Theresa is also a mafia." Tricia twisted her lip, looking at Theresa, who smiled. Cherry also looked at Theresa.

"There's one of our bases not far from here, would you like to stop by?" Ben asked quietly. Mark, who was leaning back while closing his eyes, sighed heavily for the umpteenth time today. Leading a group that was on the verge of being destroyed is no easy feat. Mark is the only child of the leader of the Black Eagle mafia group. His father, who died tragically due to an accident, made him inevitably take over his father's position, and become the leader of the Black Eagle group.