Mafia Card Game Stories Novels & Stories

No one spoke, and the only sounds were the shuffling of cards and the occasional clink of chips as they were moved across the table. Valerie could see Martin sweating a bit, he has lost thousands already. He might try to act cool at times but he really sucks at playing cards, even Evander kept shaking his head. Martin dropped a card and Emilio smirked before dropping the last card he was holding. "Jackpot" he exclaimed which made Carlos and Evander throw their heads backwards. They can't believe their boss just lost over twenty-five million dollars in hours to a mafia leader they were trying to defeat and take over.

The old man sat in the room, he was angry at the people who called themselves mafias, they were all cowards. He took his leave too, he decided to do it on his own. He is going to take Santiago on aware, he knows where Santiago lives now so it's not going to be hard to be hard to get him. Meanwhile at the police station, General Nikolas was still hot on the mafia case. He has to catch at least one mafia or else he would be demoted, he is going to be ruined if he doesn't. He had a pile of papers on his desk, he was going through all of them, there was a board in front of him with Mateo and Santiago's picture on it with other related stuff.

Iesha's Pov I knelt down with the other girls my age in front of the famous Hunter Beckham, my gaze lowered as my body trembled at the thought of who he was going to pick. Sweat dripped from my head and I felt a little bit nauseated, however, any mistake in front of him could cost me my life. Hunter Beckham was a well known Vampire Mafia. I had never seen him but I heard how horrible of a man he was. I heard he had no respect for women and would stop at nothing to destroy anyone standing against the empire handed over to him by his father.

Rage was all he felt. He calmed himself down. Then Marco spoke. "You know we already have his sister. We can use it as an advantage. "Marco informed him. He is right. He is one of his most trusted men and is like a brother to him. They've been together since their teenage days. He can blindly trust him. And in the cases of the Mafia, he has the sharpest mind, he is good at handling all kinds of situations with his calm demeanor. He gave him a knowing smile. Showing that he got the point he was implying. With that, he left the office.

I wasn't going to get someone, at least not tonight. One of the men who went by the name Sabre finally spoke. That is a ridiculous name indeed. The meeting went on and I was incredibly frustrated as time passed. I now had my legs crossed atop the table and another cigarette in between my fingers. My head was slightly tilted back as I listened to Sabre talk about the mafia. What deals they have managed to secure? Or who they have pissed off. I was more interested in our position and the wealth acquired.

“After what Noah did to Stan? You think you can just protect that freak and act like nothing important happened at all?” I shoved his hands off me violently, my eyes instantly flashing red with warning, Moses mentally clawing to break free and attack him. “Your mate actively tried to kill mine!” I growled, stepping even closer, my voice rising sharply with rage. “Stan and Eric ambushed Noah in the basement of your house. You wanna calmly talk about what happened? Why don’t you start by explaining why your mate was working with a rogue wolf to murder mine?”

I take a heavy seat behind my desk, bracing my hands on the armrests. Max sighs, rubbing a large hand roughly across his buzzed scalp. “Scarfo’s been digging again,” he says, his expression grim. “His men have been poking around the city’s underground card games. Specifically, they are tracking down Harper’s dad’s old gambling buddies. Seems like he’s trying to find some kind of leverage to mess with the old man again.” I can feel the thick veins throbbing erratically at my temples. A dangerous, red-hot rage clouds my vision.

Shadow Cole? The most wanted man in the country. What? No way. My brothers couldn't be working for him. "That doesn't mean anything," Aiden added, aiming at the ball with his cue. "Mafia comes with its benefits and losses. But more on the benefits. I just love the title of a mafia man and the power it carries. So... I have to be careful," Maven said. No. I've heard enough. I pushed the slightly opened door, causing them to turn to my direction.

His Mother would tease him, ‘Not another blonde Alessandro, where do you find them all?’ That was easy, they were all budding ‘Actors’ looking for their break in Hollywood and with his easygoing charm and stunning good looks they fell for him every time. He picked them up in bars where they worked ‘between’ films they told him and they all shared his bed but only once. He enjoyed the chase, he enjoyed catching his prey and he enjoyed fucking her all night but in the morning all they would receive was a kiss on the cheek and a goodbye. He never called them again his interest in them dying the minute he got what he wanted. Being the mega-rich second son of a Mafia Don and being very handsome m

In the underworld. While we keep a clean surface on top. A nobody surface. I broke the nobody on the surface rule of conduct. I'd become a billionaire on the surface and a billionaire in the underworld. And I was yet to see the person who would point it out for me. Mafia is NOT a game. And once you are in it, you can't escape. And if you want to, We kill you. But that's not all. We all have our superiors. In particular situations like