Mafia Meeting Room Novels & Stories

it broke me, but i knew i had to apper strong, for him, if i break he may end up making a decision that will land us into more problems. "Thank you so much," he said as we walked out of the room. I was lost in thought, wondering if I had indeed made the right decision by asking Silvio to do what he thought was best for our survival during these trying times. We arrived at the conference room, and the doors opened as we stepped inside. Right in front of us was a large oval table, with everyone already seated around it. I could sense I wasn't welcome here, judging by the stares directed my way. This was a private meeting of the mafia's elite, a large assembly that included lords and criminal l

We can't let any more problems happen. 'Sure, sir. I'll get back to you on this.' "Interesting," she commented. Her back rested on the chair. The movie continues to play, and even with an exciting scene of a woman getting angry at the lead male, throwing mud at him, Sierra could not spare any attention. All of it was on the audio of Alek and his company. ‘Any important meetings this week?’ ‘Yes, sir. There’s-’ 'Sir?' It was from another voice. She knows the work is decent, but the arrangement was eerie and too formal. As far as she was concerned, Alek handles records, and there's no employee working for him.

The elevator was interesting; it was made of golden mirrors decorated with patterns and geometric shapes in black. The hallway leading to what I believed was the meeting room was covered with a burgundy carpet that absorbed the sound of our footsteps. My heels sank into the soft foam with each step I took. Finally, we stood in front of double doors that opened quickly. Inside was a large conference table with six chairs arranged in opposite directions. At the head of the table stood a larger seat that I believed belonged to the Mafia King. The seat itself was an imposing armchair with miniature versions of what I thought was Damon's mask adorning the headrest.

I pulled my car to a screeching halt, I turned off my MP player and walked out of the car ready to divulge my report to Sir Roman. Greetings from guards with bows followed me as I walked the long distance into the main mansion, down to the underworld where Sir Roman was waiting. The underworld is an apartment underground the mansion where confidential issues about the mafia are handled since not every resident here works in the mafia. Upon arriving, what I met was a frenzy. Roman was out of it. His eyes were fiery red and he was yelling at his men. “You’re all a bunch of idiots. If you all didn’t let your guard down in the first place then he wouldn’t be abducted. You can't fix his location

He smirked at his teasing but I just glared at him. "You wish. You look like shit." I turned away from him and moved my hands to the doorknob, turning it and pushing the doors wide open to reveal the luxury that lay inside. It's expected of a Pakhan, the Bratva's Mafia Lord. That's what they were called. Sighing, I move to enter the room but his deep voice stopped me in my tracks; "Baby girl," He called and the endearment sent goosebumps up my arms. Good goosebumps though, and I hated it, "You'd better not think about running. You wouldn't get far. Not here, not now.

Logan's Pov. Alex, Ryder, and I embarked on a crucial meeting, one that held the potential to shape the future of our mafia empire. We entered a dimly lit room, the air thick with tension. This was no ordinary gathering; it was a meeting with a rival gang, one that had recently expressed an interest in a truce and potential partnership. Their leader, Mark, a tall, imposing figure with a scar etched across his face, stood at one end of the room, flanked by his trusted lieutenant, Robin, a man known for his cunning and ruthlessness.

​​she asks. Up here, the aforementioned man speaks and she wastes no time in going up to meet him. We follow her upstairs, where the Ivanov brothers are; among them is Yulia, who is standing next to the blondy's brother, who talks to her with a smile. Mom stands at the end of the room as she talks to Christopher and pregnant Scarlet. The leaders of the Italian mafias are meeting via video call, given that after completing their operations with the Corelia's, they left, leaving a few men in charge of their respective businesses without becoming directly involved.

I told him as I waved him goodbye. I went back inside and saw that Camilla had finished doing everything I asked her to, she was also dressed and ready to go to the meeting with me. "Now, this meeting will have some of the most powerful men in the mafia world in attendance. Do not look at anyone straight in the eyes, don't be rude or do anything stupid" I warned her. I had to warn her because any wrong move would make her dead. "I won't do anything stupid" she told me. "Promise me" I insisted.

I strolled farther down the balcony, grazing my hand on the gold railings, letting the smooth metal cool down my brain. "She put my phone on airplane mode. The little minx, I am just now realizing it," he explained. My eyes popped out as realization hit me, London was so going to be sorry when I finished with her. "Where are you? I am bringing the boys over," I bark out as I rush into the mafia boardroom. We had chosen a fashionable warehouse uptown and the room was lavished with drugs. That wasn't my concern right now, I had a lady on the run I needed to catch and tame.

Just grabbed my coat again and followed him out. The meeting took place in the back room of Vento Rosso, an Italian bistro with a reputation that aged like its wine—dark and hard to swallow. The air reeked of oregano, tomato paste, and something metallic beneath it. Old blood, maybe. Or maybe just the kind of violence that never really left. The walls were too clean. Like someone had patched over bullet holes and painted twice to forget. A crooked Jesus hung near the doorway, watching like even He wasn’t sure what went down here anymore.