Mafia Is Not An Aesthetic Novels & Stories

She asked. “The accent is still there, I can hear it. I am also American so I can hear it in your words,” “You know what they say, you can take a villager out of the village but you can't take the village out of a villager,” She shrugged her shoulders, her smile still on her lips. Which makes her cuter and beautiful. I said it, it was part of their requirements for mafia members. Because why are they all beautiful? Someone's sexuality can be questioned if they were all in one room.

Mia said, almost sounding as though she was scared, and I wondered if she would soon begin to tremble. I didn’t want that. I didn’t want Mia to be scared of me, or to tremble in my presence, but at the same time, I also needed her to understand that I would also sound like this; stiff and gruff. Life hadn’t been fair to me in any way, and as a mafia, I had learned to become this tough. Softness was never taught to be a part of a mafia, so oftentimes, this was the only way I could communicate with her. I wasn’t like the boys she must have gone to college with. They were privileged kids, and as such, they would be tender and soft spoken, but not me, and besides, I wasn’t even as young as the b

, Mia said, but stopped talking halfway. “If you do not want to tell me, don't worry about it”, I said. Perhaps, Mia had been forced to do what she did not want to do or will not do on a regular day, but because she was in the Mafia, she went against her will everyday. I did not want to be like Alexander, forcing people to do what they did not want to do. If she did not want to tell me what happened to her, then it was not going to be a problem. I was ashamed of being rude to her, and my dislike for Alexander grew even stronger.

Maximillian ask. "He's still stubborn until now, Master Max. He doesn't want to agreed on your terms because he thought the most benefits will directly will come to you." Maximillian smirked at Legis informing him about a man who had guts to disagreed on his term about the money laundering that involves disguising financial assets so they can be used without detection of the illegal activity that produced them.

They both walked out, and I turned to Vittoria, who huffed. “These men act like children. Tell me, how are they even in the Mafia?” “Well, because they are humans, and humans have a playful side. I think the only human I've not seen with a playful side is you.” “Dante doesn’t have a playful side,” she countered, but I just glared at her. “Of course he does.” “With you only… This is the Mafia—we are supposed to look all serious, and scary, and frightful, not just…”

I followed again. "He collects beautiful things," he said finally. "People. Women. He doesn't use them himself. He displays them. Like trophies for men and recreates more beauty." He swallowed. "Most times, he kidnaps siblings and makes them have sex. Once the lady takes in, he kills the brothers, selling off their organs. And the brothers who refuse…" Marco snorted. "He harvests their organs whilst they're alive. They feel every single pain." My stomach turned, and I grabbed Marco for support. What I heard was too much for me.

The badass bîtch young woman yelled. Valerie stared at the young woman who looked just like her age and inwardly rolled her eyes at her then slowly stood up. She was about to leave the room when the young woman began talking again. "I asked you a question oh wait" The badass lady narrowed her eyes at Valerie. "You're the newest slave if I'm not wrong. You are the one whose brother dared to steal from our capo m de la mafia (meaning mafia boss in Mexico). I guess it's a family type of thing because now you're making out with the underboss after sleeping with the mob boss" she rolled her eyes and shook her head.

Ohhh boy, he isn't going to let this topic go easily. I groan at constantly being treated like a baby. "You know aiden and roseline are our very close friends. We kinda brought up together. So both Aaron and rosaline is like you and Janice to us. For once I would have considered approving Aaron for you but not after all the heroic sh*t. I am going to tell you something ella and I want you to listen to me with open mind." I don't know why but anxiety starts to arising inside me. "Aaron runs a mafia clan. He's the king of America mafia. The ultimate leader." By each passing word my mind seals automatically. My breathe hitched, brain got jammed and body refuse to move. How many more shocks are

Adrianna cherished her quiet mornings. She loved the taste of dark coffee, the sight of a pale sky, and the feel of slightly ajar windows letting in the crisp air. Below her penthouse, Milan was alive with energy—cars honked, vendors called out, and people hurried past—but she remained above it all, cocooned in her solitude and silence. She had crafted a life that was entirely her own, free from family ties and unburdened by her past. There was no drama—just her art, her studio, and a handful of carefully constructed lies that kept her history at a distance.

A slow smile crept across her lips. “What?” I asked warily. “Why are you looking at me like that?” “You have a good set of tits,” Ilaria said matter-of-factly. I blinked at her, completely caught off guard. “I… what? I don’t understand.” Ilaria chuckled softly and shook her head. “Why do you think the mafia is so determined to keep women out of their world? Why do you think it’s so hard for them to accept us as equals?” “Because they think we’re inferior,” I said, though my voice lacked conviction.