Mafia Is Not An Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Even if Michael himself had walked past her, Aurora would have paid no attention. Taking a deep breath, Vicky began explaining. “You know how socialite families are ranked, right?” Aurora nodded. “The Romano family is among the very top—Class A—along with four other families. But within the Romano family, Michael is not just anyone. He’s infamous, even in the organization. They say he’s ruthless… merciless. Someone you don’t ever cross. As for us, the Greyharts, we’re only ranked Class B. So, no matter how much I want to break this marriage… I can’t interfere.”

"It's not something I'm interested in." Despite her nonchalant tone, I could sense the strain beneath the surface. Part of me wanted to press, to demand the truth. But another part, a more patient one, knew that forcing it wouldn't yield results. The information I needed would come, eventually. Perhaps from her, when she was ready. Perhaps from the men tailing us, once I had them singing a different tune. Just as I was about to break the silence with a neutral topic, Mia surprised me. "I've told you before, I hate the mafia, right?" she said, her voice laced with a raw emotion that sent shivers down my spine. "Everything they stand for, the violence, the control… I hate it all."

] 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

He is no better than me if he thought what happened tonight was romantic, only a psycho would think that but I don't have the right to say that because I'm just as bad as him. It's not our fault though, it's our nature. It's a mafia thing, being in the mafia turned your world upside down, even worse if you were born in it. You are basically born upside down, born on the dark side of the world and usually there's no escape from it. Allison tried escaping it, well I mean he did for a while until my father started back targeting him leading him into stress and going back to his old ways. Nobody can really escape their fate if they're born into it.

He said while I make crying face. "But why are you ruining my Sunday.. please leave me and let me go.. I can't do all this and I can't pick this heavy equipments.. please..." I said making a very innocent cute face. Anyone can gets melts seeing my face but here we are talking about mafia king "The Steve Ellison", he can melt seeing his princess but he can't take risk with my health so he simply says me to start workout now without wasting more time. I makes face and starts doing workout. Amy's pov end's.

I welcomed her in a bear hug as she sat on my bed… “So…” “So what?” “Where’s he?” She asked smiling widely “Who?” “You know who I’m talking about…Your hot mafia stepbrother” “Please don’t” “What? I’m being honest, those tats make him look even hotter” “Suit yourself” “I know he’s your stepbrother, but you can’t deny the fact that he is good looking” “Enough of all of that, I called you here to get my mind of him, but you’re still blabbing about how good he looks, are you kidding me right now?”

He arched a fraction of his brows and watched her in levity. "Is that what you called us? Gangster?" "So you are then?" His smile faded and he had gazed out the window, ignoring her question. Calling him a gangster felt like an insult to him. He was no gangster. The Italian mafia always detested when people had called them that. They were different, although their goals were somewhat similar. The Italian mafia would not bring harm to women and children. They would avoid killing civilians, non-affiliated people. But once you crossed into their world, usually by some business transactions, you are pretty much fair game. They had more clout, money, resources, and contacts than gangsters. They w

Svetlana Yulia Kozlovsky The specters of my ruin looked less than concerned if even this wreck was going to end in a heart arrest. The Giannini's was your typical shark in grey waters. Territorial, power-hungry, and predators of sharp teeth with a jaw to regenerate a new set every fortnight. To them, Mafia was their family gridiron with acquaintances and consociate on every nook and cranny. They come up strong with cohesive reciprocities pulling them at leverage.

“Let me rephrase that, are you into illegal dealings?” Niko pulls my body flush to him, my bare back rests against his warm chest, his fingers smoothing my hair behind me to bare my shoulder to his lips as it lowers to my shoulder. Scenarios ran through my head, in movies they always portrayed the mafia as a violent illicit world, lawless men and women, committing all sorts of crimes imaginable, trafficking substances, women, and children. And while ours can be quite violent, the lifestyle and traditions are somewhat old-fashioned, and outdated and can come off as strange to outsiders. I never imagined it would have some truth to it.

“-This isn’t about images-!” “-This is the fucking Mafia!” Sofia retaliated. “This isn’t some corporate business, nor is it some fucking trash book that you think you can get away with this shit! This is a Mafia, you are a Regnante and a Romanov and in the Mafia, it is all about the image you put up. You can have one of strength, of diplomacy, of pride, or you can have an image of internal strife. But in the end, the Mafia Boss must do something to ensure the safety of all those hundred under him, even if he has to sacrifice his own brother,” “What’s your point?” Marco crossed his arms over his chest, his jaw clenching. “Salvatore would never hurt me,”