Mafia Game Order Novels & Stories

Five guards step out of it, and fall into step behind me instantly. With my phone in a pocket, and a pistol in my hand; eyes filled with deathly fury as we approach. The moment I step in, the sight before me makes my heart stop. Not because its new, I've seen thousands of dead bodies, it was worse after an all out war between two ruthless mafia Lords. What made my heart stop is the implication. "This is a lot." I mutter, noting the extent of damage that had been done. The thought of innocents being murdered, and killed for something they didn't do or had no idea of; makes my heart ache.

“Just get this over with so I can go home.” “Indeed.” His expression sharpened. “What do you know of the mafia, Mia?” “As little as possible.” When she had first realized exactly what her father did, Mia had made a deliberate choice to avoid it at all costs. Her stepmother had helped shield her the best she could, and she had remained mostly ignorant toward the evil her father committed. “There are varying groups who oversee criminal activity in our fair city, but the three most powerful are the Irish, Italians, and Russians.” He

“You should have done your research beforehand. Perhaps you won’t fail stealing from another mafia.” He grunted. “Who are you?” She finally withdrew her gun and squatted down to his level. The confidence of this woman was beyond me. “Allow me to introduce myself. La regina. The queen of the mafia.” His chuckle was taunting yet with desperation. “There is no queen in the mafia.”

He extended his arm while showing the red mark from her hit. Clara rolled her eyes, "Can you be a little more serious? Something bad is happening, and you're still worried about your reddened arm?" "Come on, the mission is well planned, and I know exactly what to do there. I won't attack Liam and his troops in Canada. In fact, I'm not tasked with attacking ElWagner's headquarters because Rafael has arranged a team from a mafia network led by Mikael Williams." "Who is Mikael Williams?" Clara furrowed her brow upon encountering another unfamiliar name in Lucas's story.

To clear my head, to regain control before I did something reckless. I couldn't afford to let my emotions cloud my judgment, not in this world. I turned and strode out of the estate, the need to bury myself in the familiar chaos of the mafia world pulling me forward. The meeting was in full swing when I arrived. Cigarette smoke hung heavy in the air, mingling with the scent of stale coffee and cheap cologne. Faces, hardened by years of violence and betrayal, turned towards me as I entered. "Boss Giovanni," Dmitri, my second-in-command, greeted me with a curt nod. "You're late."

“The files? Only what everyone else knows.” “You said Albricci, Silvestri, and the others already know someone's hacked the network.” I've never personally met the co-owners of the country club and the casino, but they're probably just as loaded and influential as Ignazio and his brothers. “Sure.” Dominico frowns again. “They're all on edge 'cause their filthy money's at stake.” Translation: we can't let our guard down just because we're no longer in Genoa. “Where do they get all that money from?”

Twenty-five is still young, is he on crack? Instead of replying, I roll my head onto the couch and shut my eyes. I can't deal with his crap right now. He's always been like this-forcing me into shit I don't want to do. "Life is short, son, especially if you're in the mafia. You'll need heirs by thirty, at the most." He stops before speaking again, hoping this last sentence would make me want to marry some random girl. "And, it'll be a good alliance."

Mastering low-level weapons. [Mafia class 1: Have 100 victory points. Ability to deal with 10-15 adults. Mastering mid-grade weapons.] [Brand Mafia is divided into three stages. Low, Normal and Cruel.] [ #low class: Has 150 victory points. Master at least 20 martial arts moves. Mastering mid-grade weapons.] [ #Normal Class: Has 200 victory points. Have at least 25 martial arts moves. Master two intermediate weapons at one time.] [ #Cruel Class: Has 300 victory points. Master at least 50 martial arts moves. Proficient in using high-end weapons.]

From the shadows emerged Giovanni—not angry, not surprised, but grinning. “Well done,” he said to Alessandro. “I knew you’d find her.” Alessandro stepped forward defiantly. “Let her go. This isn’t who she is.” “No,” Giovanni countered. “It’s who you are. A test you’ve failed.” More footsteps echoed—guards and the priestess. She glided in like a ghost, her robes pristine and untouched by the grime around them. “You’ve made your choice,” she said to Adrianna. “And now the bloodline continues.” Alessandro pulled a knife from beneath his coat. Giovanni raised a hand, and with a nod, the guards moved in. They didn’t kill him; Giovanni was far too cruel for that. Instead, they dragged them both aw

“You have no idea who the fuck you are talking to right now. I ought to whip you until you bleed for this disobedient and disrespectful outburst.” Her eyes widened and her mouth went dry as it hung open. Not at his threats but rather the vclaim that he made—his words echoing in her mind. The mafia king? As in the leader of the vicious MMM group from Karachi? Never in a million years had Anissa thought that she would be facing the leader of the most powerful mafia in the country. The identity of the leader of the mafia was kept hidden from the public but his malicious and merciless killings and acts were infamous throughout the country. Anissa wasn’t that much of a news person or a socialite