Mafia Free Ride Secrets Novels & Stories

Just like always Eliot, my assistant was present by my side. Francesco Russo, the biggest mafia leader in Milan, head of the Vipers, and my current business partner, stood at the far end of the giant hall, dressed like he was heading to an opera instead of dealing with illegal guns and diamonds. He looked tall, sharp, and smiling like a man who either just made a billion dollars or killed someone. Well, it could be both. “Raven!” he greeted, and walking over to me with arms open like we were long lost brothers. We weren’t. But business is business, so pretending was what kept it going.

Anissa wasn’t that much of a news person or a socialite but she knew about the recent kidnappings and government bombing in which the MMM gang leader took responsibility, causing fear and unrest throughout the country. She never thought that this handsome man, who was the CEO of Pakistan’s most powerful cooperate firm could possibly be the mafia king. He was sought by the FBI as well as the Pakistan Army inteligence for all his illegal acts and gang wars going on in the Sikhai region in central Pakistan. When Shehryaar saw the familiar flash of recognition cross her hazel eyes, he felt his anger subside a little and smirked. “Yes, meri tara, I am Shehryaar Ghulari, the leader of the MMM mafi

I got to the secret route and entered the Secret Mansion, they didn't bother interviewing me, they were informed about my coming so it was easy accessing the Mansion. One of the Guards took me inside to see their Master and i gulped down nothing in my throat, I was a bit scared cause the man is so dreadful and No one want to have anything to do with him because of who he is and how ruthless he can be. Only those that work under him, they are the only ones that can access him but it's so funny, When it comes to Noah almost all the higher Mafia gangs that's even bigger and older than Noah needs a spy in his Mansion because they can't be able to kill him. Noah is the strongest Mafia I've ever s

Seraphina moved closer, her hand warm against Jasmine’s cold fingers. “There’s a way you can get the money,” she said, her voice laced with careful confidence. Jasmine’s gaze snapped to her, narrowing. At this moment, she was desperate. Any help would suffice. “In one of the richest towns in Sicily, the mafia holds secret auctions,” Seraphina continued. “They bid millions of euros for a woman to warm their bed for a duration of their choosing. The deals are contract-based, strictly business, and meant for those who…” She hesitated. “…need the money.”

I’m ready, dressed in all black, black vest, black pants, and black leather boots. Today is the day I take down the Blanche brothers to be given the title of the next Mafia king. My father currently holds the title, and he’s ready to hand it over to me along with twelve hundred thousand dollars as my own. I’m standing outside the billion-dollar restaurant located in the heart of Alt rec. The Blanche brothers usually come here on a Saturday night to drink and be entertained by women.

He wiped a fake tear from the corner of his left eye, "I'm not a federal agent. No." Of course he wasn't. The texts with me, the document he sent, the goons who'd kidnapped me and killed Joanne in the process, tying me up in an empty room. I felt a tremor run through me as I remembered the things contained on the documents sent. The Blue Wagon. Secrets of various underground mafia syndicates around the world. Luca's was one of them. And Ryan was right. It was obvious. He was one of them too. He said nothing, as if knowing what I was thinking, giving me time to arrive at the obvious truth.

“Wait. Moretti Moretti?” Riva frowned. “You know him?” “Are you—are you serious right now?” another friend asked, wide-eyed. “He’s Ares Moretti. That family runs half the illegal shit across borders. Mafia. Guns. Casinos. Black money. People disappear when they breathe wrong around them.” Riva’s stomach dropped. “You mean he’s like… actual mafia?” “Actual. Untouchable. Lethal. And you—” Nia looked her up and down. “What the hell did you do to end up in his car?”

I pulled it out, expecting it to be Gustavo with a security update. The name on the screen made me freeze. It was an encrypted line. The caller wasn't just any regular mafia boss. It was Lawrence Freeheight. He was the head of the Freeheight empire—the richest, most lethal, and most powerful family in the country, with direct, untouchable ties to the highest levels of the government. They didn't usually get involved in street business unless something catastrophic was about to happen. I stepped away from the crowd, pressing the phone to my ear. "Freeheight," I said, my voice dead cold.

But I suspect it's not recommended to make Ryder even more angry, since enough is seen that he wants to kill someone. "What mission?" I approached the table. He doesn't look at me, but I notice the veins in his arms sticking out from the force he's exerting on the table. He took a deep breath before throwing images taken of a subject I didn't recognize onto the wood. —George Page, event organizer Shareholder and pimp. He runs a prostitution ring in the underground part of the club where the auction will take place. He is a direct member of the Unione Corse and our main target. It is one of the most important axes of this mafia, it is like a direct bank that we are going to leave without fund

I'm thinking the last one was pretty spot on. " I mean- He's just Killian Russel.. a ruthless billionaire who does whatever he wants " He nodded his head. " Interesting.... " He said and I stood up. Walking away from him I silently went into a room which was just Madam A and Delilah. Madam A didn't notice me a since she was turned and Delilah didn't either. She banged her stick. " Again " Delilah prepped herself before she turned swinging her back leg up but failing to hold it.