Mafia Free Ride Secrets Novels & Stories

The estate includes a landscaped courtyard for tastings and gatherings. Whispers and rumors about the Russo family circulate in the wine world. I’ve heard crazy things—claims of immense wealth, ruthless tactics to stay at the top, raising their young to be bloodthirsty monsters, involvement in kinky sex, and even the curious rumor that the men spank their women. Despite their criminal ties, my business _ my money. The undertakers have a strong sense of morals, a mysterious brotherhood with a code that involves using their underground businesses to take from the rich and give to the poor.

Silas looked back down at the monitor, where the global map kept blinking, the red lines connecting three different continents in a tight, bloody grip. "You're right," Silas whispered. The remaining color drained completely from his face as a final hidden folder opened up on its own, showing the true names and faces at the very top of the network. "We completely misjudged her. Vivian Moreau isn't merely a financial criminal trying to steal Julian's wealth." I stared at the final document on the screen. The scale of the territories, the private armies, and the massive amount of weapons made my blood run completely cold. "She controls an entire international crime organization," I breathed, th

“Sure, it is. It’s all the same filthy pile.” The room went quiet—dead quiet. The air turned thick, heavy with the kind of truth nobody wanted to breathe. They all knew it—Carlisle, Weston, half these clowns had been riding the Mafia gravy train for years. Dirty deals, quiet handshakes, bankrolls fattened by Jeremy Cali’s blood money. Hammer was digging too deep, kicking over their rotten logs, and they didn’t like the bugs crawling out. They didn’t give a damn about law—they wanted their wallets safe, their secrets buried.

I retort back. "Anyways, as I can see, you're taking the truth very optimistically, I don't find a reason to hide it from you anymore. Anna, these Red Skulls and Rivas or Cosa Nostra, they all are mafia gangs who runs the illegal trade including all the dirty work for example- robbery, drug smuggling, human trafficking, assassinations and of coarse abduction for heavy ransom." He explains me and to say, my ears go deaf and brain stops functioning, it would be an understatement. I blink my eyes quite a few times to make myself believe in what I just heard.

The perfect example for that is the Freegal Organization, who had the facade of a practical service but hid a notorious piece within. In a general sense, Primo’s mafia family is no different from what they do–they just have it worse. While the Bonsignore family operates an amoral functional service for the satisfaction of their clients, Freegal on the other hand, does things that goes beyond the essence of their business. It is as though they do their internal work solely to feed their hungry ass.

I decided to taunt her more I want her to loose it . I moved closer to her and touch her lips ,I felt a weird connection between us ,so I moved close to her and whisper in her ear .. where do u want it lil slut? Here or outside ?? I fanned her neck .. she shivered lightly .. I was about to do more before I felt someone pull me back … I had totally forgotten my sister is here .. lilo dear ! Sorry but I will talk to you later I need to leave now and she .. I said pointing to the girl is coming with me ….. she made to protest but I stopped her no lilo I promise you I won’t kill her … take care lil sister I said and peck her on her head ….. I dragged the girl along with me , we got to my car ,ge

A few minutes later, Luciano’s car pulled up before his secret mafia base. He stepped out of the vehicle, followed closely by Luca and Reid. On the surface, it was a high-end club that operated twenty-four-seven, filled with pounding music and neon lights—but no one knew what happened beneath the floorboards.

"Birds of the same feather flocked together. That man has secrets. I will dig deeper and give the information to the club." The two men were almost done with desserts. They were talking in low tones but the audio on Beau's one-of-a-kind computer could pick out their words. They were referring to women as horses. "Asshole!" Dinara muttered. The former mafia leader needed money from the earl and as payment, he was selling one of his women. "I'm going to drain that motherfucker's bank account." The tzarina vowed. They shook hands on their deal then parted ways. Outside the restaurant, on cue, Otis and Baldy approached Jaime.

Ken answered, “As long as you’re with me you’ll be safe.” “Why is that?” I asked. “I am one of the most feared Mafia leaders out there,” he smirked,”Only the stupid people dare to mess with me.” “Okay then,” I mutter. “We’re here,” Cole announced. “Lets party,” Dexter cheered. We got out of the car, and I looked at the big house in front of me. “Jesus you guys must be billionaires,” I gaped. "What did u expect,” Ken clarified. We walked into the house, and I was surprised to see everyone look so……classy.