Mafia Meeting Room Mga Nobela at Kwento

I snapped my fingers, my plans ready to be executed before things got out of hand. I heard the door creak open then she got it. “Ma'am, you have been sent an invite for the Mafia meeting tonight. 7pm”. “Mafia meeting?” “Yes, it's the regular monthly meetings with each cartel present. I hear this is different because there have been a lot of changes lately”. Lisa had her hands crisscrossed in front of her. I spinned around and observed her face as a sign of a joke but I couldn't find it anywhere.

An anchor while the ground shifted under me. "Secure meeting room," Dante said to Mara. "Now." The secure meeting room was small and windowless and swept for interference twice daily. It had one table and six chairs and a ward my grandmother had reinforced specifically to prevent external sensing. Whatever was said inside it stayed inside it. We sat. Me and Dante on one side. Adrian and Senna on the other. Mara stood near the door. My grandmother appeared in the doorway before it closed. She looked at Senna and stopped moving entirely.

The mafia's maid "Fuck!" Jeremy causes out loud when his secretary came to tell him that his drugs has been dismantled by a mobster. "They all know that any mobster who turns against me must have a gruesome death," he said as he roared out loud. Ashley woke up early, as usual, she did her morning ablution and went straight to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, there she saw other maids with which she exchange greetings.

Mia said after gaining back her composure gesturing towards the door for him to leave the room, her green eyes stilled. "We called him over here, let him take a seat over there." Mr. Luca the major of Rome muttered from behind Mia as he entered the conference room, behind him were two young-looking women. "Both of you come in." Mr. Luca gestured at his daughters and they both walked in. The Luca's was looking like expensive proclaim fools, they had themself adorned in all kinds of necklaces and earrings and also sprayed numerous perfumes on themself which was nerve-racking. Mia nodded her head at his words before she moved towards her seat, she sidestepped Adriano and walked past him. "Every

I scaredly went out of the booth and placed the orders on the kitchen counter, and relaxed a bit. AIDEN’S POV. Today in the office, when I was reading a file trevor called and remind me about the mafia meating which was taking place in some fucking restaurant. Ahhhh the shitty and small place that I am not even aware of exist on this planet. I bet it is not even good enough, for any meeting purpose, but somehow I agreed and kept the meeting at 3:00 in the evening. When it was time, I informed leo to prepare my car and also tight the security, as I don’t want to take any risk while having my meeting.

Two men flanked him—Alex on his right, Ray on his left. Inside, armed guards stood at various posts, their gazes sharp. The ones at the entrance dipped their heads slightly in acknowledgment as Jaxon walked past. The warehouse was split between darkness and dim light. The empty, dust-ridden front gave way to an illuminated space, where a large table stood at the center, surrounded by chairs. Poker chips, playing cards, and bottles of alcohol littered its surface—more of a casino than a meeting ground. Seated around it were the heads of the four mafia families in Rome.

MILA’S POV Sasha sighed at my question, and her carefree demeanor was replaced with something more serious as she turned to me, while Carlo got to work preparing the drinks. “Let’s just say they are…very prominent people in the mafia,” she whispered almost as though she was saying something forbidden. “They don’t come here unless it’s for a meeting with Don Silvetti, and the VVIP room is their regular meeting place.” My heart sank as I processed her words.

Only said, “You’re to attend Mr. Calhoun in the west wing. Mafia meeting. Be still. Be silent. Don’t speak unless spoken to.” Emilia nodded, heart thudding. Fifteen minutes later, she was standing inside a room that felt like power had soaked into the walls. It was large and dimly lit, with floor-to-ceiling windows half-covered by velvet curtains. A long obsidian table sat in the center, surrounded by dangerous men in expensive suits. Guns peeked out of holsters. Watches cost more than entire apartments. There was cigar smoke in the air, whiskey in crystal glasses, and tension so thick it could’ve been sliced.

"Get Valentina here, to the Interrogation room, I will be there before you return." Marco nodded, his expression serious. "I'll bring her to you, Don." I would make sure that Valentina and anyone else responsible for this accident paid for what they had done. *Interrogation room * Author POV In the heart of the mafia clan's secret headquarters, the interrogation room was a dimly lit, soundproof chamber designed to extract information from those who dared to cross the clan's leaders. The room was small, with cold, grey walls and a single, flickering light bulb hanging from the ceiling.

I couldn’t help but smile when I saw them playfully teasing and throwing things at each other like kids. I shook my head. Just like the old times. But they quickly stopped and fell silent when they noticed me. Ashter cleared his throat loudly, and everyone straightened up. I just shook my head and began walking towards the front. This conference room served as my headquarters. Here, we planned attacks, discussed transactions, and discussed anything related to my family’s mafia. The others had their own headquarters as well. “How’s Nathalia?” Ace asked the moment I sat on my chair.