Mafia Meeting Name Novels & Stories

"...mafia things to do?" The room instantly became so quiet that someone accidentally dropped a pen. Lucien closed his eyes for half a second. Victor stared at the conference table. Damian bit the inside of his cheek. Roman burst into laughter. "I like how casually you ask that." Isabella shrugged. "It seems like a reasonable scheduling question." Roman laughed even harder. Aiden looked at her without the slightest embarrassment. "I delegated." She blinked. "You delegated organised crime?" Roman leant back in his chair. "That sentence is exactly why I enjoy these meetings."

I tell him. He glares playfully at me and chews the salads. " A Mafia ball is coming up." Gray says after swallowing. " Mafia ball?" I ask and stop eating. Alexa told me this and I thought she was joking as usual. " Yeah." " What's it like?" " It's like a party just for people who deals with organized crime. Mob bosses and mobsters around the world are gonna be there." " Including the Russians?" " Yes. Sinclair will be there too. And you're gonna accompany me as my date." Is he serious? Sinclair too.

Being a member of the mafia meant making deals with other groups, both legal and illegal, and this was one of those illegal meetings where things could go wrong and bodies could start dropping to the floor with blood stains with the slightest slip-up. I, like the others, stood at the corner with a briefcase of substance, waiting to be called while Giovanni and their new ally conversed. "I heard what happened with the Russians; how do I know the same sh*t won't happen here tonight?" The new ally, Mr. González, his name, was seated on the opposite couch with one leg crossed over the other, with six of his men standing behind him, and a cigar stuck in his fingers.

I knew that child in her womb is mine even though she had denied it but the expression on her face had said otherwise. I decided to go home, to prepare for tomorrow, the mafia Gala, a special celebration among the mafia where all mafia meet up in odd hours. It is exclusively for mafias and any intruder found there will be beheaded. These mafia Gala has been for years and it has been passed on to successors. Different mafia activities go on this particular day, trading, gambling, drugs and others. Many mafia don’t like missing this event as it is the only time everyone gets to see their long time friends and relatives.

Hector said to Tamika. “Thanks,” Ashley and Hector went to their rooms, upon their way, Ashley asked, “Where is this meeting?” “It’s in Luca’s house, a highly confidential place which is three to four miles from here.” “Is it okay for you to go like this? I mean you don’t want anyone to know your identity,” “That’s not a problem. I know that guy for a long time. He won’t tell anybody because we both are loyal to each other. It’s we call Cosa nostra.”

Chapter 44: Defiant Alpha Enzo’s I sat rigidly in the pack meeting, my arms tightly crossed, my jaw completely set, as the large room loudly buzzed with relentless whispers and constant sideways glances aimed at me. Moses growled low and aggressively in my head, his restlessness perfectly matching my own internal turmoil. I couldn’t believe I had actually dragged myself all the way here for this ridiculous show—a bunch of old elders and weak pack members muttering like frightened cowards behind my back.

, Rafael said in frustration and Luca could hear him scramble around, he pulled the gear to drive and tilted into the road and immediately cut the call on a confused Rafael. Few minutes later and he pulled up to the front of the Marco's house and home to the La Corona Nera mafia group. He packed the car and handed the key to one of the valets as he walked into the meeting room, completely ignoring the greetings made by the scared maids. He saw his father and his uncle who also doubled as the consigliere of the group, they were the only ones there.

He proceeded to sliding her hand into his arm as he began walking them into the party’s venue. Kory looked around, inspecting the surroundings as they approached entering the exquisite building. A lot of cars were parked outside, and the area looks remote. Which means the party wasn’t held in the city, it was outside the city and her escape plan just hit it first challenge. They got into the building, a very large all with rugged looking men clothed in fine, rich, and expensively designed suits crawling around with their female counterparts. “Every once in a year, all mafia leaders meet at this particular place. Not for greetings and making alliances. Dead Moon it’s for something much more s

Pulling my phone out of the breast pocket of my jacket, I add, “Pay for the funeral and give his wife fifty thousand. God knows she needs it after putting up with him for so long.” Big Ricky comes into the office as Tiny leaves. “The girl left with her brother.” I nod as I scroll through all the emails and messages. “I don’t think she’ll talk,” he mentions. I nod again while I look at the meeting scheduled for Tuesday at five p.m. Every two weeks, the five heads of the Cosa Nostra meet. In the beginning, it was to keep the peace, but over the years, we’ve become friends. Now we play poker while talking business.

Yet, in this small town, under the watchful eyes of the fearful mafia leaders, Alexander's relentless pursuit of the truth would bring about a reckoning that would forever change the face of the underworld, A few hours later, the meeting cane to an end and the house was dismissed, Two week's later, another meeting was organized and staged In another small town, and they were very conciouse of themselves because of anti narcotics, and anti crime police, The room was filled with tension as the mafia leaders gathered for their annual meeting. They sat around a large mahogany table, each one exuding an air of power and authority.