Mafia Dazai Novels & Stories

“Everything’s ready inside. Security has been checked twice.” I nodded. “Good. You can leave after you bring in the files from the North office branch tomorrow morning.” “Yes, Boss.” He left, and I walked in alone. The place looked new, I dropped my coat on the couch and moved toward the window. The view was nice, at least Luca knew I loved seeing the night lights and traffics. He has been with me since my Dad sent me out of the country the if his death before he passed out. I had worked hard like a dog, clawing my way up through blood and loyalty until the name Vicente Russo started to echo again in the underworld, not as the son of a dead man, but as the man himself.

The man who was the main reason why Marco was out in the streets tonight. Marco Marchetti has worked as the right hand man for Zeno Silvestri for years, popular businessman to all who knew him on the television screen, and Mafia King in the underworld. Zeno was young, just about to hit thirty. And young hot blood would sometimes need the feel of the hot blood of the opposite sex. That was Marco's reason for being out tonight. He needed to find a perfect willing woman to please his friend and boss. He could easily place a call, and a willing woman would be ready in the next second, but something about the night made him want to explore.

] 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

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.

La Paz, Mexico Haider sat behind his desk, calmly sipping on a glass of scotch as he reviewed the financial reports of his various businesses. He was the epitome of power and control, with the whole of Mexico at his fingertips. He was a white collar Mafia, the kind that operated behind the scenes, pulling the strings and making deals that others could only dream of.

He extended his arm while showing the red mark from her hit. Clara rolled her eyes, "Can you be a little more serious? Something bad is happening, and you're still worried about your reddened arm?" "Come on, the mission is well planned, and I know exactly what to do there. I won't attack Liam and his troops in Canada. In fact, I'm not tasked with attacking ElWagner's headquarters because Rafael has arranged a team from a mafia network led by Mikael Williams." "Who is Mikael Williams?" Clara furrowed her brow upon encountering another unfamiliar name in Lucas's story.

Daisy closed her eyes, took a deep breath while Emily nodded knowing her each and every habit. She removed her cell phone and typed certain news in different tabs on the search engine about Edmund Hale and showed her cell phone to Emily. Emily read each and every news about him with shocked expressions. Her heart was breaking with each passing information. “Edmund Hale is rumored to be a Mafia Boss. People say he has wanted criminals as his gang members to do his dirty works. He is Mafia in businessman’s disguise! You know he had nothing before but then suddenly he became super rich, a billionaire to be exact! And owns literally every business sector” Daisy uttered in shock and continued,

Only the worn-out curtains and the dirty floor would be left in their small apartment. Earlier that week, she had gone to Mikhail Mazza for help. Although he was known as the Country's most handsome bachelor and conglomerate. He was also known as the Mafia Kingpin. She couldn't let her mother die. The woman had suffered a lot and if she could at least do what he wanted. she'd make that change. But she was not ready to give her virginity to a man-whore. Mikhail Mazza was feared in the whole city. He was the Country's most dangerous and whoring bachelor.

Rose then turned to her father. “This is the one chance I had to win this stupid case. If Stan did something to my lawyer, I would be the one to kill him!” she warned with a serious expression. Rose seemed different and very angry. This wasn't the girl I had spent some time with before the nailing of that man, this was Lord's daughter, the Mafia princess. “Let me give him a call” Lord suggested, but Rose refused. “He knows he has messed up and won't take your calls” she said as she pulled out her phone and began talking to someone. When she was done, she turned to look at me.

The man has very handsome features that are obscured by a murderous stare perpetually lingering on his dark eyes, his hair is styled to the side leaving his forehead and his thick eyebrows exposed, and his neck sports intricate tattoos that might’ve looked cheap on anyone else but look elegant on his smooth skin. However, it is the tattoo on his right hand which calls for the attention of everyone. A couple different tattoos cover his knuckles and fingers yet, it is only the crown on his index finger that matters. It symbolises his position as leader of the biggest mafia group in Danson, and second in Sangrid only to the Montenegro family. Everyone knows him or has heard about him, warned to