Novel & Cerita Mafia Meeting Name

"What happened?" "De Luca." Marco swallowed, still trying to catch his breath. "He called a meeting. THE meeting." The second the words seeped into my ears, my heart missed a beat. Is this a joke or something? What the hell is this bastard planning!? There was only one meeting that mattered in our world. The Conclave. The conclave was a gathering of every major mafia family across the globe. The Italians, the Russians, the Irish, the Triads, the Cartels. It hadn't been called in over a decade. The last time the meeting happened, a family was erased from existence by the stone the sun rose.

“Do you have a plan? Something that we can do to trap that bitch?” “Hmm, I actually got an idea.” Miller got something in his mind. However, he was not sure that it would work well. “Tell me, my dear!” Lusiana wanted to know. She clutched her husband’s arm tightly. “Ouch! Yeah I will tell you so stop that!” Miller yelled. Lusiana was giving her full attention at her husband. “I am thinking about the annual meeting for the whole mafia clan with all the groups related. It would be our tradition as a host to organize the event, right?” Miller tried to give the first important information to consider.

I gaze back at my laptop. "Okay." She murmured and began checking them out on the tablet she was holding. "You have meeting with the Italian in two hours and they have sent the location on where to meet, you have lunch meeting with the Denvici's, they want it to hold in the restaurant they opened just recently, And lastly, you have private meetings." Ohh, it Monday The mafias leaders general meeting. Anything relating the mafias are always put in private meetings, she couldn't have access to it because it needs my pass code to open it. So she informs me then forward the meeting schedule to my email.

This was like a secret cult formed for one purpose alone and that's Project Armageddon as all the men gathered here today have one common goal and target and that is to get rid of Marcel, the most powerful mafia leader who has been restricting their business activities with his many rules. “Who called for this meeting?" One of the Mafia leaders, a fat bald man dressed in all white, nicknamed Rhino asked. “I did.” Elijah rose up to his feet. “And what's your reason for summoning all of us. We have agreed we will only gather when it is time to unleash project Armageddon?" Another of the members asked, this time it's a slender man with lots of tattoos on his body nicknamed scarface due to the f

I wasn't going to get someone, at least not tonight. One of the men who went by the name Sabre finally spoke. That is a ridiculous name indeed. The meeting went on and I was incredibly frustrated as time passed. I now had my legs crossed atop the table and another cigarette in between my fingers. My head was slightly tilted back as I listened to Sabre talk about the mafia. What deals they have managed to secure? Or who they have pissed off. I was more interested in our position and the wealth acquired.

It was finally the day of the meeting, and every one of the five dominant Mafia Famiglias of Novaris' criminal underworld, also known as the Cinque Famiglias, was in attendance. Papa and Marco took their places at opposite ends of the long table, while I sat behind Papa, watching the proceedings in silence. Fiora was standing in a corner nearby. She was supposed to be in Lansport, but she was still lingering in Novaris. She looked at me with a mix of emotions, and her mouth twitched as if to speak, but she ultimately chose to remain silent.

Once again, the mafia bosses stood up to their feet once they saw him and only sat down when he had taken his seat. "Good day ladies and gentlemen, I welcome you all to another special gathering-themed crossword, I hope you enjoy yourselves," Ace announced briefly and everyone clapped. Some of the bosses' women cheered, excited to see the almighty godfather. But they were careful not to cheer too much so as not to arose their men's anger. The anger of a mob is so different and hard to control. And yes this special gathering involves lots of events, like gambling or even mere games. The meeting began shortly and after they were done with the serious part of it, it was time to move on to the n

I asked as I remained expressionless and cold. Several of the men looked at each other as if they were choosing a tribute to face my wrath. How pathetic of them. But I wasn't going to gut someone, at least not tonight. One of the men who went by the name Ken finally spoke. That was a ridiculous name indeed, but I didn't say anything about it. The meeting went on and I was incredibly frustrated as time passed. I now had my legs crossed atop the table and another cigarette in between my fingers. My head was slightly tilted back as I listened to Ken talk about the workings currently going on in the mafia. What deals they had managed to secure or who they had pissed off. I was more interested in

I hated that he always pulled the strings like a damn puppeteer. "At least tell me what kind of event this is," I snapped. A pause. Then— "It’s a masked business meeting. With other mafia factions from around the world." Fuck! My entire body went rigid. I knew what that meant. Raphael didn’t deal with corporate businessmen. He dealt with KILLERS And if it was a meeting of Mafias… That meant I was about to be thrown into the lion’s den. Raphael’s voice came again, quieter this time.

He warned me. "Why are you telling me this? I don't understand anything, you never talk about your business with me., I told him, scared, this kind of revelation his part, was something he never did. "Precisely for that reason, there will be a very important meeting, an event that I will organize with your help, of course, this weekend some leaders of the most important mafias will come,". "And I have a very important deal to close, we will have a very important guest, I want you to have the honor cabin ready, among them Razzo the Italian Devil will come, and I want everything to be perfect, to receive him, you understand me".