Mafia Card Game Stories Novels & Stories

He hasn’t opened his mouth to say a word since what happened earlier, and despite the family members talking, I barely heard anything of what they said. I sat on the couch in the living room, laying my head on the armrest before I felt the chair dip beside me “Eliana, what you’re doing to yourself isn’t going to help you” Kiara’s voice was gentle as she spoke, and placing her hand on my knee, she squeezed it gently. Anastasia sat on the coffee table in front of me, both women knowing how it felt being married to mafia Pakhans, I couldn’t expect anyone to understand what I went through if they didn’t.

I think they are sure of their victory. "Open the card," shouted one of their opponents. "Open your card!" Jeff ordered the mafia boss. "You first," he replied calmly. "Alright!" "Wow!" the players exclaimed when they saw his card. Even they are confident that Jeff is the winner because his cards are king full houses. "It's your turn. Open your card!" he ordered the mafia boss again. "Why don't you open it?" he asked my ex-husband again. "Sure!" Jeff responded with a smile, and he opened the last card of the mafia boss.

Draven said looking at me and although I remembered every bit of it I would like to know how far and what they had done in the time I was absent here. “So around three years ago when Silia and I were still together, Cirillo Romani had established a game for all the three greatest Mafia of New york to play a game. The winner would then be the successor of all his wealth and business,” Draven started making heads nod in agreement. “The game was quite simple. It was said that Cirillo Romani who had a rare disease would likely die in three years and he set a limit to this game for till his death. He said that whichever Mafia would be the first to find him within these three years they would be t

Everything his father had amassed both above board and below was stored here. But Alessandro wasn’t after money or enemies. He sought the dead. His eyes scanned the shelves until they landed on it: The Hollow. He had once seen Giovanni poring over it late at night, his fingers gliding over the pages like a priest reverently touching scripture. It was bound in worn leather, unadorned and simple. He opened it. Inside were names—hundreds of them. Each name was followed by a number, a symbol, and a date. He flipped through the pages.

“ The other way around isn't so bad. “ Stacy confirmed. “ And what about Chad? “ Dencia asked lacing a mean glare at Maria. Maria saw the look of spite Dencia gave her, she decided to change the topic. “ Instead of talking about those rich fuck boys, why don't we talk about ourselves? Like why are we girls registered in a game of sex? I am sure not everyone of us believed that we would wind up here. “ The gathering went cold silent. “ Way to ruin the good mode. “ Dencia hissed. “ Are you sure we should be sharing such close information? we were given colors as names for a reason. “ Hope Violet said in a tender voice. “ I don't see a harm in my question, I think it would get us comfortable wi

he replies, but I can’t bring myself to believe him. “Any other questions?” he asks, and I shake my head, not trusting my voice to speak. “Okay. If there isn’t, I’ll tell you a story,” he continues. “My family, like yours, is in the mafia. Six years ago, we were after a business deal, but someone else wanted it too. To make sure we got it, they held someone for a while. But the first man… he took it too far and killed the man who had been holding his important person.

I had thought about it before coming here, i just wanted to know what their thoughts were on it. “Problem solved then” Luca muttered clapping his hands. "You have to do what you've got to do" rafael said from beside me. “I would see you guys tomorrow, i have to go” grabbing my keys from beside me, i headed out of the club. Women were always considered weakness in the mafia and most times it gets the strongest man killed. It's just for a year i thought as i opened the door and went straight to the basement without getting out of my suit.

“That’s what I thought. Hence the security. They are… kind of dangerous people.” “Explain dangerous,” she asks, looking at me as if she really wants to understand. Maybe it’s finally time to reveal the last card I’ve been keeping up my chest. It’s not like I want to hide anything from her, I just wanted to give her some time to adjust to what I’ve revealed already. But clearly, time’s not a luxury either of us has. “They’re mafia.” “What?” Her eyes grow wider, her jaw drops. “Like Alexander?” She looks impossibly baffled, to the extent I swear her eyes are almost out of their sockets.

I glared at him and turned to run up the stairs. I got to my room, slammed the door shut, and locked it. I picked up the laptop from the study table and searched for the word that was bothering me the most. "Mafia" Hesitantly, I clicked on the first search result that pulled up and started to read everything about it. Mafia is an informal term that is used to describe a criminal organization that bears a strong similarity to the Sicilian Mafia... Mafias often engage in secondary activities such as gambling, loan sharking, drug trafficking, prostitution, and fraud...

Duante's POV I bottomed out my drink. It pissed me off when she pointed the gun at herself. She was going to hurt her. I've told her I don't feel for her. Fu**! I can't keep her out of my thoughts. She is driving me crazy. It's a pure feeling. I don't want her forcibly. People didn't dare to come near me. Today I allowed them, because I wanted to prove my wife wrong. I'm an international businessman, not just it, I'm The Mafia Emperor. My eyes were searching for my girl. I saw remorse in her eyes when these girls were swaying around me to catch my attention which I ignored like always. I put the empty glass down and picked up the second one. I sipped from my second drink. My eyes were fishin