Novel & Cerita Mafia Game Stories

The question was raising doubt in his mind for a long time. "I am a physiotherapist with a degree and a part-time event planner. I got the latter from my best friend. She's the one who signed me here." Why but he could sense the uneasiness in her voice even though she didn't stutter. "Are you lying?" He raised his brow. "Why would I? For you?" Rachel laughed. This confident attitude of hers was attractive to the mafia who was in search of warmth. Vincenzo had never met a woman who didn't get intimidated by my presence. Most of them came with ulterior motives which he hated.

Chiara Moretti Alessandro stared down at me, his jaw tight. "You say that now," he said, and took a step toward me. "But you do not understand what you are asking for, Chiara. The mafia world is not a boardroom. It is not about signing papers or making smart investments. It is a world built on blood, loyalty, and extreme violence. It is filled with people who will not hesitate to cut your throat just to send a message."

Bianca’s POV “What is going on?” I asked, my voice shaky as my lace slipped halfway down my arm. My hands were trembling too much to fix it. Dante sat up from the bed and slammed his fist against the wall. His jaw tightened as his eyes darted toward the ceiling, like he could already hear the chaos above us. “It’s mafia war,” he said finally. “But they call it a game.” I blinked at him. “A game?” My voice cracked. “There are gunshots outside, Dante! What kind of game is that?”

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.

Growing up, my life wasn’t a fairytale despite what it may have looked like, my parents were wealthy and I needed or wanted nothing but their attention, their love, and their gentleness unfortunately though those words were not in my parents vocabulary instead they used violence and had both me and my brother growing up around petty thieves and criminals which is why when I decided to leave my childhood home I promised myself that i would never get involved with anything like that ever again. “Cole Jones?” I suddenly ask in a low whisper as my eyes continue to look down at him, his smirk still present on his lips but his eyes were following my co-worker who apparently ran out without sputter

“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?”

“Wanna go to the library? There is something I want to show you.” “Something? What is it?” Cedric was curious. “As the successor for the next boss, you need to broaden your knowledge. I remember there is one important book that I believe you haven’t read it yet. It is a book about our mafia’s historical achievements. There were also documentaries about our crimes and murders as the proud mafia. I think you should know about it so that you won’t get shocked.” Indeed, Cedric believed that he never read books about his mafia clan’s dark history. Now that he was very curious, he begged Vincent to show him.“Take me there, uncle!”

She snickered a little bit and we heard the laughs of Javier following suit. The sound of legs shuffling continued. Javier's voice was a lot closer to the recorder now. ‘Javier: Let me tell you a little secret. I have a bigger mission than just being the head of the Italian mafia. I also want to rule the Russians and have everyone under one umbrella. And you know what? Nina here will help me, she has been my eyes and ears in the Russian home.’ ‘Diego: You bastard. Was getting married to Marianna compulsory?’

“And an even bigger fool if you think it won’t just set off more violence than you can ever know.” “Nothing is impossible!” He pounds his fist on the table. Adriana jumps, but Camila just glares. “The Grachev Bratva is a rot upon this city. Has been for years. This was supposed to be my chance to end it once and for all!” “Is that all this is for you?” I ask pointedly. “Glory? Fame? A chance to be remembered?”

"You're shaking." I was indeed shaking and very much naked. I collected the shirt from him and buttoned it up with shaky hands when he took it off. "What just happened?" "Lyra..." "No, you don't get to lie your way through this. You literally just killed a person and looked okay with it, and he seemed to know you too. What are you not telling me?" I think I kind of knew at this point, but still wanted him to say it. "You were right. I'm part of a Mafia group."