Mafia Ink Novels & Stories

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.

They are patrolling their territory if there are some secret meetings or gatherings of their rival mafia. Kiera and Hendrix moved stealthily through the territory, blending into the shadows as they kept a keen eye on their rivals. Hendrix's speed and advanced senses, complemented Kiera's surveillance expertise, ensuring they were ready for any unexpected encounters. While the last team is in the Technology room, Tony and Kenneth. They are the ones responsible for the telecommunication and database. They are also tracking the networks of the possible suspects. Back at the base technology room, Kenneth and Tony worked seamlessly together, deciphering coded messages intercepted from rival organ

I started feeling like I was just a number at the Brooklyn Enquirer, not even good enough to receive eye contact from my boss. I shut his office door and exited the building. I couldn't wait to get home. I needed some time to clear my head and continue my research. *** Once I stepped inside my apartment, I was consumed by the idea of delving into the mafia rivalry saga on my own. I started pacing back and forth, completely engrossed in the idea of searching for any information available online regarding Darick. My curiosity had now turned into an unrelenting obsession with this infamous mafia boss, who was said to leave bite marks on his victim's necks.

“We’re going to keep it simple…” “Like?” “Since we’re going to be together…” I paused turning his back towards the bed and pushing him unto it… “I want the tattoo to spell out ‘mio’” “…Meaning?” He asked raising a brow at me “It means…” I paused then stared at him “Jerk” “Really?” “Just kidding” “What does it mean?” “Look it up… that’s what I’m going to be tattooing on your wrist” “But tell me what it means first”

floor. It didn't take much time for Andrew to come into his mafia form.He pressed the button under his table and a table appeared from the floor ,containing all sorts of weapons. He immediately wore his Bullet proof jacket along with gear cloak shoulder holster with two pistols. He wore a thigh holster with CZ-75 . He put a blade in his shoes. In one hand he was holding AK -47 and in the other he was holding a pistol.Without further delay he moved towards the gun shots like the cheetah who is dying to kill his prey. His body held a strong power as he marched down the stairs killing his enemies who were coming in the way. Ethan was right behind him, covering him from the back.On the first fl

he ask while we walk out of his house. I look at him like he's stupid "I'm not apart of the mafia I am the mafia," I say. He raises an eyebrow at me. "okay, maybe I'm not the mafia but I am a mafia queen I was born into the mafia so I'm mafia by blood," I tell him. he nods his head in understanding. "but seriously I am the mafia technically because Luca is the King of all mafia and he is the mafia so technically I am the mafia," I say trying to convince Blake but it didn't seem to work cause all he did was bust out and laugh. I pout a little and go over to Luca and I's car. "

As Halloway always said “In order to be a good agent, you’ve got to be able to think like a crook and anyone that knew the Mafia families well enough also knew that they had to commit a crime to cover up an organized crime which most times would lead to a slip up. Although it was going to be really hard, Charlie knew that she just had to be a little patient because when that slip happened, she would be waiting to get it and hopefully unravel the deep dirty secrets of the mafia. Then New York would be a safer place and these dark times would be over. She looked up from the pile of paperwork on her desk which she was trying to get through ,yawning because she was beginning to feel a little sle

Everything was coming together, and Michael was confident that he would have the strongest allies in the mafia world the moment the ball started. With closed eyelids, Michael thought of his brother again. The hairs on his body stood on end as he suddenly recalled another one of his brother's many tattoos. His lower back was covered with a tattoo of a dragon's wings with a diamond in the center of each wing. Three Italian words were placed near the bottom of the tattoo. DRAGO. LUPO ANGELO. Recalling the word "LUPA" that Annabella had tattooed on the back of her neck, he felt a sudden chill. Though he was sure it was coincidence, he received the impression Annabella was more than just an assas

] Gabriella stared at him in confusion, ‘Siamo noi il futuro della mafia? Due ragazzi distrutti cresciuti in Inghilterra?’ [We are the future of the Mafia? Two broken kids brought up in England?] ‘Chi meglio del piccolo gatto infernale?» Non siamo indottrinati come la vecchia scuola, possiamo portare una nuova prospettiva come outsider, abbiamo la possibilità di portare la mafia nel ventunesimo secolo e renderla un’organizzazione più equa e non patriarcale. Tutto quello che devi fare è perdonarmi, gatto infernale, per favore, dammi un'altra possibilità, lasciami sistemare le cose tra noi, lasciami amarti nel modo in cui meriti di essere amato.’ [Who better little hell-cat? We are not indoctr

“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