Mafia Bts Novels & Stories

Bato counters with equal annoyance. I yield against his argument. Bato is right. My deadly job should be the center of my attention, nothing else. Though my head is still aching and doesn’t wanna take in more stuff that will make its pain worse, I have some questions that must be addressed so I won’t screw up. “The Manila Mafia is an international body of criminals that always excellently circumvents the government’s laws. Wouldn’t anyone from their thousand members make a background investigation on their employees? What if they find out that I’m a lycan who’ll kill them for eagerly showing interest about our existence?”

Is Theo now a mafia boss or what? ？

“You’re leaving for Italy. Your name stays Jay. You’re the perfect person for this mission.” Jay exhaled slowly and accepted the documents. He glanced at the file — photos, notes, mafia profiles. One name stood out: Rafael “Rafe” Bianchi. The mafia boss of Milan, infamous for his ruthlessness, his dominance, and… apparently, his taste in men. The assistant appeared with a small suitcase. “Your things are here. And you’ll need to change your appearance for the mission,” she said.

It was my job as il fantasma but as Alexia Skylar Hale, My job was to control my father's company by his side. My father was Chris Hale. The owner of the Hale company and the leader of the American mafia. We were the second most well known family because of our company. Us being in the mafia part was private. In the mafia world, we were ranked second and we were fine with it considering the family who was ranked first was my father's friend, an ally. They were the De Santis, Italian mafia. Like us, most people weren't aware of their involvement in the mafia world. Their leader, Ace, was 22 and rumors had it, he was good at his job. People were scared of him for reasons I knew all too well. I

Without any other words to say, Ari uttered, "Elliot, start talking!" Elliot found it difficult at first, but he knew it was time. He then went over to the bedroom couch, where Ari followed him with her gaze. He flopped down on the sofa, heaved out a collective sigh, and decided to start talking. "I'm a mafia boss," he offers. "That seems to be the reality of the situation that I've been keeping hidden from you for so long. My underboss is Kyle, and my capo is Brit. We are part of the state's most prominent, notorious, and well-known mafia organization."

Immediately I look back, but I can barely distinguish by the edge of the ajar door that Black, George and the contractor continue to fix the picture. "Yes, of course." I mutter. "Do you have basic math skills?" "Of course." "Tell me how much is twenty-four for two." Are you kidding me? "Forty-eight." I say, completely safe. "That's the message. Adjö (See you again)." Hang. This man has made me more tense than I was. I don't know what kind of mafia Black is into, but this is starting to disgust me a lot. More so, remembering that twenty-four were the millions they were leaking, according to the contract.

I can't get that out of my system. The streets are littered with weapons and corpses. The Italian mafias have allied with me, and they're taking down every Corelia business. Spain is my domain, and they're the prey; they have no way out, and I'm the boss of the board, waiting to perform the checkmate. The Bratva is hunting every Russian working for Aleksandr, and the Cali Cartel, led by Manolo, annihilates every partner working for them. Mum continues to move our shipments and manage our business, while Uncle Christopher is in charge of the organization.

“What the hell is a Vengas? Why did you bring me all the way down here? If this is a trap, I’m absolutely not playing your ridiculous game.” I laughed, stepping closer, my voice dropping to a low, cold warning. “You are so incredibly clueless about yourself,” I said, my tone mocking his ignorance. “You think you know exactly who you are, Noah? You don’t know anything. A Vengas is not a human being. They are terrifyingly dangerous, capable of stealing a wolf’s entire power with a single touch. And you? You are officially one of them.”

] He grabbed the bottle of whisky and poured himself another large shot tossing it back in an angry motion. ‘Cazzo di diavolo, vediamo, solo la Bratva, Dmitri vorrebbe riaverla nelle sue grinfie, poi c'è il Cartello, pensa ai titoli dei giornali che vorrebbero avere la mia donna e una duchessa per l'avvio, anche la mia stessa mafia, molti di loro scambierebbero la moglie e i figli per averla colpita, oh e non dimentichiamo Khalid, Se le avesse messo le mani addosso, beh, non sarebbe stato piacevole per lei.’ [Fucking hell man, let’s see, only the Bratva, Dmitri would love to get her back in his clutches, then there’s the Cartel, think of the headlines they would love having my woman, and a D

Could it be a different Mario? "You mean Mario Bianchi - that tall, imposing figure?" I stammered, struggling to find the right words. Larissa nodded enthusiastically. "Yes! Let me show you." She pulled out her phone, displaying photos of Mario that decorated her screen. "This is the one! A trillionaire and heir to the Bianchi dynasty, a trillion-dollar empire with ties to the British monarchy and the American mafia. His brother is the infamous don." I listened, awestruck, as she continued.