Novel & Cerita Mafia Meeting Room

He murmured against her lips and lay on the sofa when Sofia urged him back, hovering over him and caging him between the couch and straddling figure. The flight to Russia passed by with jokes and refreshments as Marco, Piero, and Salvatore teased each other like they used to when they all had been boys. It was a Mafia meeting, nothing out of the ordinary other than the fact that it would be hosted in St. Petersburg with a formal event in the Winter Palace where the Czar has resided before the Russian Revolution.

Donatella held him tighter, saying nothing. They dressed in silence and drove straight to the Bratva’s empire. The air outside was heavy, filled with unease. Guards moved briskly around the grounds, cars lined the entrance. Igor approached and gave a short bow. “It’s been a while, Mikhail.” Mikhail’s face was hard. “Where is everyone?” “In the big meeting room,” Igor replied. “This better be worth it,” Mikhail muttered under his breath as they walked in. The old meeting room only used for major gatherings, was already filled with underbosses and council heads. The moment Mikhail entered with Donatella by his side, the chatter died.

I can see her thinking but she doesn't continue. "Well let's get to work!" I follow her out of the room while I look around every corner. She starts by taking me to an important meeting room that is being used only by the Maffia men and it's important it's always clean and stocked with liquor. An office desk is in a room behind the meeting room. I don't know if I would call it a meeting room with just big couches and a large table between them.

The message made her blood freeze: ENJOY YOUR COUNCIL MEETING TONIGHT. BUT REMEMBER YOU STILL OWE ME. I’LL COME TO COLLECT SOON. She deleted it before Felix could see. That meeting they went to an old restaurant in Chinatown for the meeting. Vincent met them outside. “Everyone’s inside,” he said. “Waiting.” Felix took Muna’s hand. “Ready?” “Ready.” Inside, the big room was almost empty just one long table surrounded by powerful crime families. The Russians, the Irish, the Mexicans all watching as Felix and Muna walked in.

"I'm a great business man because I constantly consider other deals and offers. That same skill set makes me great at seeing any situation from all possible angles—keep that in mind for tomorrow. Elena was annoyed she had stayed up so late. The fact that the mafia meeting was in the early afternoon meant that she barely was able to get in a few hours before she had to start getting ready. Tyler had made sure the cruise had a giant conference room they could use. It easily sat about a hundred families in a semi-circle amphitheater. All the seats were raised to look down at the presenter's platform. Elena almost stumbled at the sight, but Massimo quickly led her to the table sitting in front o

And there were workers here which was one thing that wasn't in the other meeting places. We soon reach a huge double door on a much brighter side of the place. The man knocked on the door in a certain code before the doors were pulled open from the other side. The room was large with a huge table in the middle of the room, surrounded by sofas which were occupied by some men. I paused for a second, my eyes scanning the entire room as their attention was all focused on me. I recognized a few of them as big mafia family heads and I could only guess Halo was in the middle of a meeting with the members of La Oscuridad.

Stupid assholes. As I entered the building, the stench of testosterone hit me and I shook my head. Cara opened the door to the meeting room for me. I entered with my head high and my face expressionless. I watched as everyone went silent with their attention solely on me. I walked around the long table and stood still at one end. The air was chilly and musky. I looked around the place and I could see that Mr. Lombardi, Mr. Moretti and Mr. Bianchi were in attendance. A few of their lackeys were standing behind them. There were also a few other important men here who controlled other parts of my mafia.

I sat in the meetings. Every Tuesday at 2 PM. The back room of La Rosa Nera, an Italian restaurant that served as Moretti family headquarters. Dante at the head of the table. His consigliere, an aging viper named Arturo Costa, at his right. Six capos spread around like wolves waiting for their share of the kill. They talked about territory disputes with the Ukrainian outfit in Brighton Beach, money laundering through construction contracts in Manhattan, a mole in the DA's office who needed a payment bump.

Grayson said and we both chuckled. I looked upon the tall dark building where the meeting was to be held. The ‘fortress’ was the headquarters of all our Mafia activities. From the meetings to torturing of unyielding enemies. “Yeah, I still think calling it the fortress is shitty.” Grayson remarked as if he read my mind. I smiled. “Well, good thing no one asked for your opinion.” I said. A white Ferrari pulled up right next to my limo. I did not pay much attention to it until the occupant got out.

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.