Mafia Game Order Novels & Stories

I looked at them. They were all in black. I didn’t need anyone to tell me that they were the mafia. This must be a mistake. It wasn’t possible. I wasn’t going to believe anything they had said.“100 million dollars? Do you know what you are saying?” I asked the leader of the men as I raised my head in defiance. “You can ask your grandfather” he smugly replied. I turned to my grandpa and saw that he had a similar expression on his face. Before my grandfather could speak, the gang leader beat him to it.“Hey you!” the leader called the other person and they moved towards me.

Damien "Oh…… yeah! Fuck," I groaned and almost cum inside her but I immediately withdrew and pushed her away. She screamed and fell to the ground in tears. Ignoring her endless sobs, I pick up my phone that has been ringing endless on the side table. **The Shadow Cartel** our mafia group name flashing as the caller ID, gaining my attention. The Shadow Cartel was the largest and first mafia group to have ever existed in the whole world before *The Nightfall Legion* which was Alexander's own came into existence.

She had her eyes fixed intently on me, threatening to pierce through mine if I didn’t speak up quickly. My teeth chattered against their will. A sudden cold seeped into my bones and made me shiver slightly. Maybe it was because I saw myself back in the past at that moment. And standing right in the middle of the council room that had the three most powerful mafia men in the city. Oliver Flynn Moretti. Sanchez Harry Rossi. Donatello Morano. Three best friends who’d sworn never to give power to any other family except themselves. Men who had loyalty for breakfast, blood for lunch, and power beneath their feet.

“If we go rogue, it’ll only create more chaos. We follow the code, Tom. We wait.” “I’m going after them, with or without your approval,” Big Tom’s voice rose in defiance. “They need to know that the Hell's Gang are not punks. We’re not scared of them.” “Stay right there,” Rowan ordered, his voice as sharp as a blade. “You will obey the mafia code, and the mafia code says to follow the last order. My last order is for you to stand down.” Big Tom’s silence was a response in itself. He was furious, but he knew he couldn’t disobey a direct order without severe consequences. His anger radiated off him like heat waves as he stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

Julia said coming towards me. I pushed George and he fell on ground. I grabbed Julia hair and slapped her. I grabbed the wine from the kitchen cabinet and pour it over them. I flip his table. I broke his vases and throw glass over them. I removed hair out of my face. "Listen I dump you! You didnt! I dumped you. Asshole!" I said grabbed my things and walked towards door. Soon turned around and kicked him in the nuts. He fell on the ground in pain. I flipped my hair and walked away and went outtowards my car.

I kept our cute selfie as the wallpaper of my lock screen. During the evening, we headed back to the hotel. We freshened up and sat to talk about the gangs. I said in my business tone, "If we want to make the Gladiolus and the Blemish the most powerful Mafia in the world, we need to merge them." Vayden nodded. "No doubt about that." "We will be the king and queen, so we don't even need to worry about that. But the question is, which name will the gang use?"

If they act too rashly and demand the soldiers and associates in the mafia to come clean, this would only inadvertently alert the enemy. *author's little note - soldiers and associates are the lowest rank in the mafia hierarchy* A snarl flittered across his face, the pulse in his temple pounding. "I should have killed the bastard myself!" He then slammed the table hard when the worst images flickered across his mind—his tesoro and piccolo.

I asked the next question as soon as it bubbled up in my head. He tilted his head from left to right in no. He exhaled deeply and said, "I left him because his brutality was getting worse every day. As you know, he is in the mafia, therefore he wanted both of his sons to join the same. He was creating us in that manner. In reality, I was doing the same till I was eighteen. He was teaching us how to satisfy our selfish motives even if it meant cruelly killing the people. I was completing any tasks that my father used to ask of me. I couldn't help but accept that following my father's orders was everything to me. But then I understood that even though I could make my father happy by killing an

Draven said looking at me and although I remembered every bit of it I would like to know how far and what they had done in the time I was absent here. “So around three years ago when Silia and I were still together, Cirillo Romani had established a game for all the three greatest Mafia of New york to play a game. The winner would then be the successor of all his wealth and business,” Draven started making heads nod in agreement. “The game was quite simple. It was said that Cirillo Romani who had a rare disease would likely die in three years and he set a limit to this game for till his death. He said that whichever Mafia would be the first to find him within these three years they would be t

"I still don’t understand how it helped." I sighed, leaning back in my chair, considering my words carefully. "Mafia organizations? They wait until nightfall to accept and finalize deals that could take four to seven nights to conclude. I didn’t have that kind of time. On the 15th floor, I accepted and finalized deals during the day, then executed the tasks at night. It made things faster, more efficient. As a result, clients flocked in. I climbed the ladder, took Matteo’s organization down to the second position, and became number one." Kael nodded thoughtfully. "Makes sense." He chimed in. "Oh about River, I fou—"