Mafia Free Ride Secrets Novels & Stories

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.”

The big brute is 6'4m he doesn't always seem to say much, but he follows instructions to the point. Reaper can be forceful sometimes_ well, all the time_ that is why I keep him with me, he works for me and I pay him generously because he knows how to do his job without leaving a trace behind. I leave my office and walk into the club as it booms, this is just a facade, my real dirty business is behind the dark curtains, where I sell my illegal products, that is what has made me a billionaire, that is what consists of being an Italian mafia and supporting the Silicy in Colorado.

Leonardo paused in his speech. He accessed my facial expression before going on. "It is an oath of secrecy taken, swearing not to divulge the activities of the mafia to law enforcement agencies. You won't be allowed to have unmonitored phone calls, e-mails or texts as every thing will now be monitored by the mafia. You also can't go on unsupervised trips or vacations. All your movements will be monitored and track. You shouldn't be seen with the police either. You will have to be branded as belonging to the Mafia. And the punishment if you don't sign or break any of the rules is...death"

The only thing he had known is love himself. He just boarded his jet and opened his laptop and was sitting comfortably in one of the seats of his private jet regarding a meeting with his gang members. Right on date Night Eagles is the most powerful mafia in the world. They do all sorts of illegal trade starting from drugs, woman trafficking to war weapons. Nikolas is insensate and believes where money talks speech isn't required. Throwing money he took the judiciary and law under his control. Thus despite the crime touching the sky, there is not a single case registered under his name.

I am betting on strategy. The nightclub this weekend? A good idea. I will scout the sharks. And perhaps catch a big fish. Auracio – Italy I wake up, as always, before dawn. Two naked female bodies are still sprawled on either side of me. Remnants of last night. A celebration evening, after sealing a historic deal with the American mafia boss. A pact that will bring me billions. I am Auracio Ferrari, the head of the Italian mafia. My name makes people tremble. I am a king without a crown, a God without faith. Anyone who betrays me signs their death warrant.

Since I have become his human diary, I know everything that there is to know about Arrigo. Leonardo has enjoyed the success and benefits that have come with being the first cousin of the Leonardo Mafia don. The Leonardo Mafia is the most notorious mafia in the whole of Italy and the world. They run the biggest drug trade operation, weapon trade and sex ring. They are what we have been taught to believe about mafia’s: ruthless. They bribe world leaders with millions in cash and kill spies who dare get too close.

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

The idea of me walking into a club like that felt ridiculous… and yet, I kept replaying her words in my head. “Retire you.” God, the thought was intoxicating. A man with enough money and hunger to say, quit working, baby, I’ll handle it. A man who didn’t just want me to survive—he wanted me to obey, please, surrender. Heat licked low in my belly. Without even realizing it, I searched up “mafia” on a different kind of site—the kind I visited when the world got too heavy. P**n. The thumbnails exploded across the screen. Suits. Guns. Women bent over desks, men with tattoos and dangerous smirks whispering filth into their ears. I clicked.

The offer comes with a threat, of course, but he seemed used to it and shrugged it off. It was everything there is to know about Alek—everything he told her and kept from her. Contrary to what she expected, the information was limited but crucial. He didn’t bother changing his name, but all his basic information was not available on the internet. He could easily fake a new personality without bothering to be mysterious. How easily was she fooled? This was on the basics of scamming, and Sierra was a willing victim. Alek walked inside, and Sierra naturally pressed exit. The screen went back to a wallpaper of her choice, a picture of the sunset she took from the porch.

He pointed his gun against Mia's temples and the others pointed theirs directed at Reed and his men. "I don't know. But the man on the side is the underboss of the NY mafia" one of them shared with the others. The moment they realized that Matteo is the underboss, their gaze turned towards Reed who has his gaze fixed on Mia. He doesn't need any introduction, as they understood he is the boss who is infamously known as the king of darkness. "Shit, leave the girl and run" one of them called the others. They abandoned Mia and tried to run out of the basement. But what they did not realize is that they are surrounded by Reed's men. In one instance all six bikers are captured by Reed's men and qu