Mafia Is Not An Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Shadow Cole? The most wanted man in the country. What? No way. My brothers couldn't be working for him. "That doesn't mean anything," Aiden added, aiming at the ball with his cue. "Mafia comes with its benefits and losses. But more on the benefits. I just love the title of a mafia man and the power it carries. So... I have to be careful," Maven said. No. I've heard enough. I pushed the slightly opened door, causing them to turn to my direction.

she answered casually as if it was normal. "Does Apollo, you know?" I hesitantly asked, not sure if I wanted to know the answer. Winter completed my question, "Participate? We are Mafia's Livia. Our m.o. is to do things outside the norms of society. We are organized, societal delinquents. Still, if you're asking if he human trafficks, then no. Crimson Clan is one of the few who don't. But since he is the Mafia King, he has to attend but doesn't participate during the auction segment."

asked Ran'er with a sweet smile, but Asher still ignored her. 'Unexpectedly, the skyscraper that people thought was an apartment, in reality became a business field and a lust center for its customers. This concept is truly horrifying. Turning one place into a cage of money-grubbers and locking it up with various delicious offers. So, whoever tries to enter, there is no turning back.' (Anyone who has become a customer. Then it is impossible to escape or get addicted. They will continue to spend money even if it is just to find a bitch, drink or even gamble at the casino).

She was being a damn brat, but this conversation wasn't over. "I don't have a real life? I'm just some criminal to you?" I said, half laughing at how absurd of an accusation that was. I had a family to protect, multiple business I ran and funded, I had responsibilities set in place from hundreds of years ago. This wasn't some gang of teenage thugs fighting over drug deals. We were Italian mafia, a code... maybe a little like a cult. "I'm just saying, we are two very different people. We don't belong in each other's world. And I don't want to be some girl you get off with, let along make a mistake we can't fix."

Mia’s heart froze when she saw it. Subject MIA THE RED ANGEL — premium tier. Rental only. “Untouched by industry. Intelligent. Perfect face symmetry. Vegas-based. Known mafia ties. High-value novelty. Grooming required but minimal.” Her name. Her face. On a list of products. “Jesus Christ,” she whispered.

Her hawk-colored gaze dissected Helga once more. "Do you know why Elzio and the upper faction relatives insulted you earlier? It's not because you are not beautiful. But it's because you came here carrying the scent of poverty and the traces of oppression from your past. The Neophile mafia world does not care how miserable your life was in the past. What they care about is, can you become a shield or will you instead become a burden that drags Zean down to the grave?" Helga returned that gaze with her chin raised straight.

The auction starts. It’s everything I should’ve expected and more. Guards flank the walls. Waiters flit between tables with wine. A screen lights up with items: guns engraved with old family crests, blades made of obsidian, stolen Fabergé eggs, ancient rings that once sat on the fingers of dead kings. I blink. So this is real mafia shit. Testosterone, money, and blood—it’s all in the air. Very on-brand for these psychos. Still... it gets boring quick. The novelty wears off after the fifth weapon with a blood-stained legacy.

Matteo Salvatore I never wanted to romanticize who I was. A criminal, an outlaw, a mafioso, as everyone calls it. The mafia should never be romanticized. It was never the path anyone should follow, but for me, there was never another choice. Reality imposed itself early on, and the only way to move forward was to accept that there would be no escape. The mafia chose me — and there was no way out.

"Don't flatter yourself, Father. I didn't do this for you. I did it for the partnership. Conti's distribution network is the key to expanding our influence. This is purely business." Alexei raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Pure business? You and Julianna have been seeing each other for three months. No feelings developed? Not even a little?" Sergei chimed in, "Yeah, Gio. You've been spending a lot of time with the woman. You can't tell me you haven't fallen at least a little bit under her spell." I shrugged, taking a long swallow of my vodka. "A mafia boss can't afford to fall in love. Love is a weakness, a vulnerability. I enjoy Julianna's company, she's intelligent and ambitious. But feelings?

He was charming in a lethal wayb and every word he said made it harder to maintain the armor I’d built. The dinner went for hours. His associates exchanged stories about drug shipments and bodies dumped in canals like they were trading stock tips. I sipped water and listened. Every detail was ammunition. Every smile from Nikolai was a taunt. He had no idea I was the pin under the elephant's foot. Eventually the night advanced and everyone was starting to leave until I was left alone with him. He leaned back and stretched as if he hadn’t just spent hours surrounded by monsters. I tried to imagine the kind of man he would have been if he hadn't become a criminal but I came out blank. A crimina