Mafia Is Not An Aesthetic Novels & Stories

He grinned, whirling me around and showing off his perfectly white teeth, I hate the fact that these people are always too handsome and most of them aren't the scary and scar-filled mafia lords I was told about, not even the ones with ugly teeth and tattered look I read from books. The set of mafia men I get to experience are the ones with beautiful sculptured faces, a perfect jawline, beautiful tribal tattoos inking their whole body, and beautiful diamonds adorning their ears, they are perfectly irresistible, the only thing ugly about them is their soul, who knows maybe they traded them for the beautiful face they all own.

'𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞' -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 5:𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎

I couldn't take the suffocation I felt. My father didn't stop me. He simply sighed as I made my way past him and into the family room. I wanted to laugh at the irony. I sat on the couch and stared at the piano. I wanted to play but I knew the moment I touched that piano I would break down. I had no room for emotion in my life right now. I was going to be the biggest Mafia Don this world had ever seen. Mafia Dons have no room for emotions or family. My father taught me that early on. “Good Evening Master, Neko is making Dinner. Would you like me to play you a song?” Ayla questioned as she spotted me staring at the Grand Piano.

“We are the anti-mafia. The not mafia. A group of people who tries to destabilize organized crime. We try to right the wrong by doing bad things to bad guys.” “So, the not-mafia mafia.” “Not. The. Mafia. We don’t use that word around here. That word is archaic and only goes so far to describe some organized crime. We target all of it.” “Oh. I get it.” I pretend to breathe out a huge sigh of relief. “So, you’re not the mafia. You’re just a bunch of black-clad vigilantes who live underground and talk fairy tales about robbing the rich to give back to the rightful owners and those more deserving.”

“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

Iesha's Pov I knelt down with the other girls my age in front of the famous Hunter Beckham, my gaze lowered as my body trembled at the thought of who he was going to pick. Sweat dripped from my head and I felt a little bit nauseated, however, any mistake in front of him could cost me my life. Hunter Beckham was a well known Vampire Mafia. I had never seen him but I heard how horrible of a man he was. I heard he had no respect for women and would stop at nothing to destroy anyone standing against the empire handed over to him by his father.

she responds. My mind instantly went to Brooklyn. Her underneath me with my cock moving in and out of her... Damm, I have not even kissed her and my mind is on how she will feel around my cock. "Well, that is interesting. I wonder why she has never been seen?" My mother contemplates. "Maybe she is actually an ugly bitch or maybe she is too shy to be in the light of the mafia," Mia speculates. "I hope she is an ugly bitch because then all the men will look at me."

“I-I don’t know… I’m not good with funerals. Just go with Allegra or something.” Dante raised a brow at her. “What exactly do you have against Allegra?” “Seriously? She constantly beats me up, and you never do anything about it—“ “You’re jealous,” Chiara scoffed. “Why would I be jealous? You kept me in your house and let Allegra beat me up without any real consequences for her. Is seeing me hurt your fetish or something?!” She argued, her voice thick with insinuation. “Don’t say that. I have to face a lot of shit because of you so don’t think I have the time to punish Allegra—“

He loved the spotlight and was almost always standing in a spot where he could be seen. It wasn’t the usual way of the mafias who had something to lose, his lifestyle was loud, but he was here to make noise and a few local heads were listening. He wasn’t a threat- at least not to Zaverio but he was keeping an eye on the model like wonder. I didn’t know who would fund someone like Kale, but walking gray lines meant you always had a target on your back, and try as he may to remain out of the camera’s lens. Zaverio was a man a few people wouldn’t mind taking down.

she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. Alessandro cleared his throat, composing himself. "So...yes, they are mafia." "Mafia?" she repeated. "You mean the ones with hats and black suits, guns strapped all over their bodies?" "I’m not sure they’re always on suits.” He said, sipping his coffee. “but I mean the ones who rule with brutality, who traffic drugs and guns, who extortion and violence, are their only languages. The ones who will stop at nothing to maintain their power and control. Yes, that’s the one."