Mafia Free Ride Secrets Novels & Stories

— “Listen… if you tell anyone you saw me, you’ll be dead by morning. But if you give me three minutes… I can offer you something this mafia never will.” — “And what would that be?” — “Freedom.” The man hesitated. He had the face of someone who’d seen too much. But maybe not enough to ignore the temptation. — “Three minutes.” Elena pulled a crumpled, damp piece of paper from her pocket — something she’d written in the cell: a code. One of the passwords she found on Luca’s server. Access to two hundred thousand dollars in a phantom account. — “If you open that door for me, it’s all yours.”

I needed this alliance to not only strengthen my mafia but to protect my men to the best that I can. There has been a mafia gang with a faceless Don that has been interfering with my shipments. Like yesterday I had an urgent call telling me someone had stolen the shipment of weapons i was expecting yesterday. I had to leave the house and urgently see to it, tracking down the invader. We were able to detect he was from the Viper's, the mafia that had a faceless Don. It is crazy how nobody has seen this person before and he settles to wrecking havoc anonymously. I was not able to take Olivia to the part of the house she would be using as her office and infirmary because of the emergency last n

I grabbed my phone and made a quick search on the internet. Miguel Alejandro, ruthless leader of the Viperas mafia. A gang involved in illicit crimes such as gambling, drug trafficking, prostitution, extortion, fraud, loan sharking, protection rackets and many others. Considered to be highly dangerous, have never been caught, rumored to be in cahoots with the police and politicians.

Their expressions turned serious at once. They finally understood: I wasn’t some lost, weak princess waiting to be “taken in.” I wasn’t a lonely girl Sophia could destroy. I was Mia. The woman who controlled the new Italian Quarter shipping lines. The woman none of their families could afford to anger. I stood and walked to the floor‑to‑ceiling window. Beneath me lay the richest, most dangerous streets in the city. Mafia bosses. Old money. Greed. Betrayal. A million secret deals happening in the dark.

The ride was in utter silence, neither Liam said a word during the ride nor Ralph. It took them around an hour to reach the destination of the commission meeting. The three mafia heads had already arrived when Liam reached there and took his seat, his brother stood behind him, eyeing the other three mafia heads, Joel West, Kanye Brown and Cody Nixon with a hint of doubt. Ralph Knight believes in the saying of 'precautions is better than cure.' "Congratulations on your marriage to Ethan's daughter, Mr Knight," Kanye Brown said, Liam understood him. He might be the boss of a crime family but he was a businessman who didn't believe in spreading blood unless he needed to show power for his hid

He underestimated me. “I have information that will interest you boss.” He quickly said. He must’ve noticed my hand lingering on the gun beside me. “What makes you think I want to listen to you?” I raised my eyebrow. “Everyone in the underground is talking about it. A book.” He takes a deep breath, “There’s a book that has all the secrets of all the gangs in the city. Even that of El Alma.” The mere mention of the top mafia group in Chicago grabs my attention. Even though it was mostly non-existent and hidden, El Alma remained the biggest mafia group to ever exist. It’s been around since my father was still a boy.

I hadn’t told anyone that they would be free of this Mafia as soon as we defeated The Blood Ravens to stop anyone from going rogue and try something stupid on their own—but now it was the happiest surprise. “On account of doing something no one has ever done,” I said to everyone who was now in the main room. “I now dismantle this Mafia group. You all are free to go back to your lives, your families, and live a life of peace you once knew. All your profits and monies will be deposited in your banks by tomorrow. This is the day of your freedom.” Cheers roared through the room as I smiled. They were all happy—of course they were. They got paid for five years of loyalty, and now were set free wi

But the hunger for answers still gnawed at me. The something clicked "Silly girl, what if he had poisoned it?" I shook my head "Not possible, he wouldn't risk that much" Pushing the tray aside, I grabbed my laptop and opened the browser. Typing Nesa Caistro into the search bar, I held my breath as the results loaded. The first few links painted a grim picture: an organized Mafia group operating on a global scale, shrouded in secrecy and terror. The FBI had yet to collect solid evidence against them. My stomach turned as the pieces began to fall into place.

Raichand is the owner of Raichand textiles, but his voice sounded different. "Rajveer Raichand is one of the strongest mafias of East India region. And do you have any idea about what mafia means? Illegal business, drugs, weapons, killing people, escort services, and prostitution, all of these things are a cakewalk to them," he informed me.

He met my gaze and then glanced at the driver. Immediately, I got the hint. Ralph couldn’t go into details because the driver might be listening. But he didn’t have to because he was right: I already knew that the people who failed had died. “What kind of business were they? The ones you and Ben couldn’t stop.” “Clubs.” The Mafia King breathed. Then, he turned and kissed the edge of my ear, and then whispered, “They reap the greatest profits. Booze and drugs.” I turned my face towards him and kissed him on the lips, and then lingered to reply, “But you still managed to close some?”