Mafia Is Not An Aesthetic の小説・ストーリー

"I don't have time for this, Candice. If that is so, then save your ass alone. I won't help you." "If you won't, then maybe I will hand over the file to your boss and maybe have some deal with him." I grab Candice's wrist. "Do you think that Tiago was capable of doing such a good deal to a person that gives him headaches? Well, I tell you this: I can kill people in a blink, but I certainly should have known the background before. But Tiago is worse. Do you think that he calls himself a mafia boss for nothing? He can break you while closing his eyes. In a heartbeat, he can cut you into tiny pieces. He can make you suffer in every possible way."

he said bowing repeatedly. Papi has connections in the underworld. He sometimes uses mafia boys to handle tough clients. There was a case about a girl who was owing five million and was causing a huge fuss when she was abducted and trying to run away two days to the auction. Papi was mad at this and ordered mafia boys to rape her to death. The police tried taking up the case, but they couldn't because it will only cost their lives. Manager Steve is his right hand man that was how he got to see rugger's real face in his casino. He quickly and respectfully led him to the front seat by himself.

My God. "We all had to kill our elder brothers to take control." Time stopped. "Be clear! Stop going around in circles." I shouted, but it came out more like a plea. "Have a seat, Luca." Miguel coaxed, but I was too restless to do so. I shook my head negatory, encouraging him to continue, and with a deep sigh, he spoke. "How do you think the mafia used to be?" "A normal gang of power? We have our values, goals, and beliefs that do not sit well with the predominant society. We're more and better than the crime lords people imagine us to be." I recited, quoting what I'd been taught all my life in a few sentences.

Chapter 24: All Mine Faith Mabel I wanted to laugh at what Eltan said, saying it must be a joke, but I knew he wouldn't joke about something like this. It took me more than a few seconds to let it sink in. He is the leader of a mafia gang? I didn't exactly know what mafia gangs did. But they were known as bad people. Even the people who murdered my parents belonged to the mafia. But... Eltan couldn't be bad, right?

And death is something I’ve always been intimately familiar with. “Yeah.” I nodded, smoothing the fabric of my top. “I’ll tell them about the party we’ll hold to become one.” Ace stepped closer, expression turning serious in that way only he could do—where a single shift in his eyes made the entire room feel heavier. “Italian-American mafia,” he said. “Do you realize we’ll be the most powerful mafia in the entire world? We’ll have tons of enemies, and I already have many enemies. We’ll be in constant danger… You sure you wanna do this, amore?”

So that is saying something else. “Yeah, so I’ve heard. You would think we should be used to being surrounded by the mafia by now.” I say with a chuckle and he smiles at me, nodding his head in agreement. “True, but it never does. The MCs are seen as bad people, criminals and it’s the same for the mafia. But being in their presence is something else. Gives me the chills.” He says with a shiver, and I chuckle. I know what he means. All these people are in a league of their own. The most dangerous people in the world in this one mansion.

“As in the mafia?” Lorenzo met her eyes without flinching. "Yes," he said. "The same Salvatore who owns half of Brooklyn Town. We rule with power and we’re feared for a reason." A chill ran down her spine. She wasn’t sure if it was fear… or the thrill of knowing she stood so close to a man like him. “You’re not joking?” she asked again. “I’m not joking.” There was no lie in his eyes. This man is the famous Lorenzo Salvatore.

Nicole stared at her laptop, eyes roving around the white screen. Her hands eagerly danced on the keyboard. She was perturbed, she was frightened, she was scared. Any words that could describe this sudden agitation and horror that she was drowning in. She was petrified as she kept on surfing on the net. Mafia. She was researching about mafias. The more she searched, the more horror struck she became. "A mafia is a type of criminal organisation whose central activity is the arbitration of disputes between criminals and the organization and efforcement of illicit agreements through the use of violence"

Ken answered, “As long as you’re with me you’ll be safe.” “Why is that?” I asked. “I am one of the most feared Mafia leaders out there,” he smirked,”Only the stupid people dare to mess with me.” “Okay then,” I mutter. “We’re here,” Cole announced. “Lets party,” Dexter cheered. We got out of the car, and I looked at the big house in front of me. “Jesus you guys must be billionaires,” I gaped. "What did u expect,” Ken clarified. We walked into the house, and I was surprised to see everyone look so……classy.

"That's beautiful." "It's responsibility." Dante stopped walking and turned to face her. "Everything I do, everything my family does—it affects people. Workers who depend on us for their living. Customers who trust our product. Communities built around our businesses. The mafia isn't just about violence and crime, piccola. It's about power, yes. But also about taking care of what's ours." Elena studied his face. "You really believe that." "I have to. Otherwise, what's the point?" Dante plucked a grape and offered it to her. "Taste."