Mafia Free Ride Secrets Novels & Stories

she asked Rafael, her voice low and husky. Rafael's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched. "They're a powerful mafia family from Spain," he replied, his voice dripping with caution. "They're looking to expand their business interests here, and they want to meet with me to discuss a potential partnership." Eva's eyes widened, her mind racing with the implications. "A partnership?" she repeated, her voice laced with skepticism. "What kind of business are they in?" Rafael's gaze flicked to Blaze, who was driving, before returning to Eva. "Let's just say they're interested in exploring new opportunities," he said, his voice vague.

Until he reached near the end: Marco DeSanti – Shared Sky (Sun and Moon) Symbol: Shattered Wheel Status: Claimed Alessandro felt a lump in his throat. He had taken Marco’s life. In the chapel, during the eclipse. It wasn’t merely punishment; it was part of something bigger—a ritual. He kept turning the pages. In transit Symbol: Withheld Event: Incomplete No name. No status. He flipped the page and hesitated. The last entry was sealed with wax, marked by a black seal that bore the same symbol the priestess had drawn in Marco’s blood.

He stands up straighter, towering over me, his dark eyes swirling with a storm of secrets he refuses to share. “I’m a mafia leader, Harper. There is always someone out there trying to get at me,” he says bluntly, his chest rising and falling heavily. He looks away from me, a flash of genuine pain crossing his face. “And now, they can hurt you to get to me. You’re a weakness.”

I asked questions in a calm voice while Luca and his men whipped him witj lanced spikes when Rafael's answers were unsatisfactory to my ears. Rafael screamed, begged, and cried as bits of his skin tire off during the whipping. And eventually, he started talking. "There's a new mafia clan moving into the territory." he gasped between sobs. "They're the ones who approached me and said they wanted to destabilize your operation for good.” "A new clan?" I leaned in closer. "What's their name?" Rafael shook his head frantically. "I swear I don't know. They kept everything secret.” He coughed, and blood escaped his mouth, I didn’t bother to step back. “They communicate with code names, encrypted me

He punched the password in and eventually all the other tablets beamed with a strong live oceanic wallpaper until it directed them to a folder named as, 'Top secrets of Millers'. Keeping aside the glass of his wine, Max spared a glance at the men saying, "On your tablet screens lies the lists of all the illegal properties Lucifer Miller holds. After killing him, I intend to be the next mafia lord and if you give me your support, I will make sure that any of these properties are available for you to ask me as your reward." Tbc... (I'm extremely sorry for being late but my wifi wasn't working. Hope you like the chapter. Thanks a lot.)

They were the only ones in the elevator. “How much did they pay you, I’ll pay double.” She said trying to ignore the heat fogging up her mind. The waiter pretended to think then shook his head. “My clients trust me with their information.” He dismissed her. The elevator dinged indicating its opening, he picked her from the floor and carried her to a hotel room. As they entered the room he dumped her unceremoniously on the bed.

“Are you going to keep up this whole secrecy act now?” His jaw twitched and he turned to me. “Do you want me to tell you that you’re the only girl I’ve plucked from the street? Because you’re not. The market for girls is bigger than you think.” “That’s what the Ferrante do?” I asked. My father’s threats came back to me. Maybe this was all a ruse to sell me. “It’s a lucrative piece of a larger puzzle. You should know by now that the Mafia makes the world go round. Influence by any means—money, blackmail, and force. Secrets are worth more than money, and the Ferrante are better at secrets than any other.”

The kidnapper smirked arrogantly, as if he was the one holding all the cards and that Kyle and Ryan had no choice but to comply with his terms. Kyle sat down across from him, pulled out his phone, and made a call. “Come in,” he said coldly. Moments later, Sebastian entered the room. He handed an iPad to Kyle before clasping his hands together and reporting, “Mr. Reinhart, according to my research, this man is currently on the run from the mafia at Elysium Casino. With interest included, his total debt has reached three million dollars. Over the past years, he’s been hiding out in his hometown of Verdantia with his elderly mother and… a son.”

“He’s reformed.” “He’s not!” A lock of his thick, slicked-back gray-brown hair had come loose at his little outburst. He smoothed it with one hand. “Bohdi Michaels has been working with the Russian mafia since Paris. He’s amassed more than thirteen million in illegal investments. Most of that he kept hidden within fictitious entities and offshore shell corporations. He has used the money to purchase oceanfront real estate in fictitious names. I have multiple sources who have confirmed this.” Slater’s unedited reveal exposed he knew as much as I did—and maybe more—about Bohdi Michaels.

Mia, without thinking twice, hopped in and sat by Corinth Wade. The interior of the car was so cosy and comfortable. The leather seats served a therepeutical and luxurious warmth that only the rich could afford. The driver closed the door after Mia got in and the vehicle drove away after a moment. Corinth, a fifty- eight old medium built man, was a billionaire mafia who controlled cross boarder trade across the country. He was well invested in real estate and government bonds. He knew when to invest, when to hold back and when to reap fruits of his investments. Let's just say, he was fucking wealthy and sat atop of the world.