Mafia Fell Sans Novels & Stories

Her knees folded on the ground, losing her mind. “What?” Rio asked. Cassandra fell on the ground by herself, fragile. “How did it happen?” She mumbled while staring into nothing. “It's the reason why all the biggest people in the Mafia world are pulling all their investments to us…they are not scared of the Gabriels, they are fvcking terrified of the Clybornes!” “Mom!” Rio yelled when her mother began to throw everything in his office with so much devastation. “Stop it, Mom!” “Look what you've done!” Her palm landed on his cheek.

"If something bad had happened to Vince, I would have killed Derrick myself!" The incident today was indeed a surprise beyond their expectations. They had thought that the worst thing that could happen was a breakdown in negotiations, not realizing that the new mafia leader had abandoned the traditions that the mafia had upheld for years and started going rogue. Early in the morning, Cecil is just out at a cafe drinking coffee and flirting with a French beauty. He is not a shareholder in the business, so he has no intention of getting involved in the affair, nor does he want to expose his whereabouts in Paris to prevent being caught back by his family. However, when he was surrounded by a gr

Edward Novaries sat in his chair, his jaw clenched tight, eyes burning with madness and fury. In front of him, a group of men from various mafia organizations sat around a circular table. Some of them looked hesitant, while others stared at him with disbelief. Antonio had destroyed all his financial networks, burned his businesses to the ground.

She doesn't care if he's a Mafia, it's not as if he would want to hurt someone as weak as she is. Mina watched the minivan drive off before sighing out in relief. "Now I didn't have any idea about what happened. Maybe I could see it on the internet?". She said, since Alexander Cassano is a popular Mafia in all of Las Vegas, a situation like this that just occurred, the people must have the video or pictures even though it's just a little part of what happened now, and upload it on the net.

My stomach churned. I scrolled to my contacts, thumb hovering over a name. Lieutenant Barnes. The plane’s intercom crackled to life as the flight attendants began their safety demonstration, but their words were drowned out by the rushing sound in my ears. Pick up. Pick up. Pick up. The line rang once. Twice. Then, ‘Summers? What the hell, you know I’m in a briefing–‘ “Lieutenant, listen.” My voice came out sharper than I intended, drawing Elian’s attention again. I turned slightly in my seat, trying to shield my phone from his line of sight. “The perp – the one from the mafia murder case. Aaron Somerset. He’s dead.”

And Dominic Conti was the future heir of a powerful mafia family. People said he was distant and restrained. Cold, disciplined, untouched by desire. His private life was famously clean— no scandals, no women, no one allowed within arm’s reach. Until that networking gala. That was when he met me. He fell in love at first sight. From then on, he pursued me obsessively. Jewelry came without price tags. Fireworks lit the sky for three nights straight, announcing his love to the world. Once, I joked about craving the chocolate croissants from a bakery across town,and he didn’t hesitate—he drove through a storm just to hand me a warm box.

I hurried back toward my room before anyone could see me. Once I was inside, I closed the door and leaned against it. My heart was beating fast. Anton was dead. Six guards were dead with him. And the shipment had been compromised. I sat on the edge of my bed. Something wasn't right. I thought about the information Harris had given me before. He had mentioned an old Mafia ally. He had told me that Viktor's organization had been losing people and resources. At the time, I hadn't thought much of it. But now...

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.

'' She exclaimed, dropping the fork on her empty plate. I sighed. Yeah, we would be dead by now. But that doesn't make me any less anxious, because sometimes I feel like I'm stalked. What if they are waiting for the right moment? ''Ria, do you really think they are the mafia?'' ''No'' she muttered. ''What? But you said they are involved with the mafia'' I'm confused, isn't that what she said? ''Exactly! They are involved with the mafia. They are not the mafia. The Italian mafia went extinct 70 or 80 years ago. No one knows what exactly happened''

I couldn't take the suffocation I felt. My father didn't stop me. He simply sighed as I made my way past him and into the family room. I wanted to laugh at the irony. I sat on the couch and stared at the piano. I wanted to play but I knew the moment I touched that piano I would break down. I had no room for emotion in my life right now. I was going to be the biggest Mafia Don this world had ever seen. Mafia Dons have no room for emotions or family. My father taught me that early on. “Good Evening Master, Neko is making Dinner. Would you like me to play you a song?” Ayla questioned as she spotted me staring at the Grand Piano.