Mafia Meeting Room Novels & Stories

Rumors started going around that they might target on taking over the Southside first That very rumor caused havoc among the people on the southside and they started distrusting each other in fear. Maybe I should leave this city but Mama's house and my coffee shop are here, I made a lot of memories here despite the chaos going on the other side. The funeral is near too so I can't leave just yet. Luckily for me and Lily, we have a close relationship with the bartender who works in a club on the west side. We get news from him since he hears a lot of people gossiping and spreading rumors or truths. It's true that the mafias exist but not on this side.

Three other of my most reliable men were present here, including Harley, who was busy rolling a blunt. We were currently gathered in my home office, where I hold meetings related to the mafia deals, so as not to get Madeline's attention. It was also linked to my personal bedroom. I was about to say something before the door suddenly clicked open, making everyone of us tense up. In walked Sheila, reddened face and a very cold stare like she had been bawling her eyes out for a while.

’ Her mind scolded her angrily as she let him lead her out to the helicopter and she was forced into it holding his hand as they headed for the large Mafia meeting rooms on the mainland. They arrived and slowly got out ducking under the blades he strode across the beautifully manicured lawns to the huge castle-like building that served as the Mafia Council fortress. This was where the Elite Members of the Mafia lived and worked, it was the height of luxury and if you were promoted to live in one of its apartments you had reached the very top of the Mafia hierarchy. When they reached the main doors the four guards opened them ceremoniously and he grabbed her h

Chapter 71 || VINCENZO's POV || The private room in the upscale restaurant was dimly lit, casting long shadows on the walls lined with expensive art. The scent of rich leather and fine cigars filled the air, mixing with the faint aroma of the exquisite meal we had just finished. It was a meeting like any other, yet the stakes were higher than usual. This was no ordinary business dinner; I was negotiating terms with a foreign Mafia gang, and the atmosphere was thick with unspoken threats and alliances.

I almost sobbed with relief. Normalcy. Coffee. Orders I could follow. Maybe everything wasn’t spinning out of control. Yet. I got dressed quickly, pulled my hair back, and ignored the ridiculous part of me that took extra time picking an outfit. It’s not like I was trying to impress him. Not at all. Not even a little. Shut up, brain. The meeting room was on the top floor of Liam’s mansion—yes, his mansion had a meeting room with floor-to-ceiling windows, black marble floors, and a mahogany table that could seat at least twenty corporate overlords.

But the fear in the room deepened visibly. The meeting had been held inside an old Italian restaurant on the edge of the city. That part Marco told me later. Closed for the day. Guarded front and back. Neutral territory in theory, though there was no such thing as neutral territory when men like Luca Wolfe and Salvatore Ferrano sat across from each other pretending peace was still possible.

She whispered. I’ve never been in the Oval room before but I knew strategic meetings took place there and it was often for top members in the mafia only. “All of us?” I asked in a hushed voice. “Yes. All of us.” Marissa confirmed. “Do you know what’s going on, Marissa?” I was scared and I couldn’t figure out why. “It has something to do with the mafia, Talia. Matteo wasn’t too forthcoming with answers but we’re going to find out about it soon enough.” Marissa replied as we walked past the door.

But years later when they began reaching to me to join their syndicate group, the realization dawned on me. Few minutes later, we had arrived at the meeting room which was situated at the building’s penthouse. A few whispers flew around while some were kind enough to acknowledge our presence. The room was exclusively large and with a glance, one could tell that it was designed with money. The Crusia syndicate was one of the richest mafia group in the world and their powers were not to be messed with. “Rapheal!” Their old leader, Kenneth called, approaching me with a calm yet shocked demeanour. He had almost choked when I asked him to grant me audience with his group members. “Hey man.”

She would find a way to escape, no matter what. This Mansion, with all its grandeur and opulence, felt like a prison to the two young women. As they were led away to their new quarters, they knew their lives would never be the same again. " Mikhail tell Luciano to prepare for the general mafia meeting been held tonight at the normal hall" Vladimir said , going into his room. As soon as he walked into his room, he's eyes turned dark red. * I smell new blood in this place, let's go eating* Annihilator growled lowly.

Antonio’s Headquarters – The Meeting of Four Mafia Leaders Inside the main meeting room of Antonio’s mansion, tension crackled in the air, thick with unspoken threats and unyielding authority. At the long table, facing a massive map of New York, four mafia leaders sat across from each other. Antonio Franches stood at the head of the table, his piercing gaze sweeping over his new allies. To his right, Rafael Montenegro, the formidable mafia boss of Los Angeles, a man of influence who controlled the West Coast’s drug and arms trade.