Mafia Fell Sans Novels & Stories

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.

"Listen Sofia, this might be the last time you hear from me. Soon you'll see news about your father and our family on TV. Horrible accusations. Some are true and some are lies but always remember... You're the last heir of the Di Marco Mafia family and the final hope of our group. When you come of age, find Almond Yuturo. You hear me...? Listen to me Sofia, you must remain hidden forever... For as long as you can. Have no friends, stay away from the media, just remain in. My bag... There's a total of thirty thousand dollars inside. Take care of yourself and mask yourself when you move out to get supplies. Avoid cameras, avoid banks, avoid wireless transactions, and use cash only. I believe y

A true fallen angel is not afraid of darkness, but appreciates it, adores it, and enjoys it. In the same way that in Colombia they prepared an exclusive party, where there were guests of all kinds, exotic, eccentric, etc.. The important thing was that they had money and that they collaborated with the illicit association that Maria De La Cruz was trying to lead, and that was also growing and leaving in its wake the personalized Mexican brand. That party was very difficult for her, since there were faces, images that had done her wrong at some point, that were not friends at all, but she knew that world had to be extremely cold, and that was how little by little she was becoming a successful

Sherly listened attentively as the reporter's voice filled the vehicle, detailing the recent events in the ongoing mafia conflict. "The latest reports indicate that the long-standing rivalry between the Vile Mafia and the Rui Lin Mafia has reached a violent climax," the reporter announced gravely. Sherly looked out of the window, as she already knew its content. "In a decisive battle earlier today, the Rui Lin Mafia emerged victorious, effectively dismantling the Vile Mafia's hold on the city."

I whispered, tears prickling my eyes. "How the great have fallen." A voice so cold sliced through the air. "The great Gabriel Russo, Don of the Miami Mafia, beaten up and blood soaked, on his knees. Now what do I call this?"

That wasn't comforting. “And if she isn't?” “We will kill each and every one of them. Vincenzo is ruthless, but he is not stupid. I am sure he wouldn't want to start a war with you”, Ben said, no matter how comforting his words were. These people were Mafia lords, they feared no one, not even the law itself. My eyes drifted off to the CCTV footage, “Cara is leaving, let's follow her” I said, standing up. Usually, I wouldn't be present to catch her myself, but I was anxious about Taylor, any sort of distraction just not to worry was highly welcome.

“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.

Isabella’s POV It was nice to have dinner with Papa, but of course, as soon as the topic of the DeMarcos came up, there was a huge fight. “I don’t understand in this day and age that you can’t barter for my freedom,” I voiced, crossing my arms. “It’s mafia tradition, Mia Stellina,” Papa replied. “The mafia is very steeped in tradition and values. There is even a mafia council in Italy with strict rules. If you go against the council, you can face severe penalties, including death.”

Margie knew I wasn't very fond of gossip and would definitely tease me about being curious about Zayne. “There was someone else too. I don't know his name but he also grew up with Zayne and Margie. But things fell apart when the old leader chose Zayne an outsider to take over the Mafia.” Margie chipped in when Penny paused, “What do you mean ‘an outsider?’” she asked. “Zayne was sold to the old leader by his mother, I think.” I was the one who replied. Margie gave me a look and I shrugged, “What? I've heard this part before. Diego told me.”

I gave her a hard stare before leaving the room. It was time to deal with the incompetence of my men. I expected the Martin's to try something funny and I prepared for it—thought I did. How could they have been so foolish? Suddenly, a call came in. It was from Santos, the man in charge of the the dark flood (Alluvione Oscura) mafia's businesses at the Bronx. "Boss, I have news." "Spill." "The deal with the Moreli's have been sealed. A good thing for us, especially now."