Mafia Meeting Room Novels & Stories

He looked like he was thinking carefully and plotting something in his head or that's what I'd want to assume since I couldn't read him at the moment. I ignored everything, clearing my throat. Whatever he was plotting wasn't any of my business. "Now if you would excuse me, Mr Argentero, we both have a meeting to attend." And with that I walked past him, making sure to brush my shoulder against him roughly. The whole arena was covered in men from different Mafia groups and they all stood on attention guarding the area. I sent Gio to stand out with them while I walked into the nightclub with Nicola. I saw Cleto and Diego in there and they escorted me to the room where the meeting was being hel

*** Thirty minutes later, I stepped into the top-floor ballroom of a luxury hotel. Under the giant crystal chandelier, every major mafia family was packed in. I scanned the room, searching for Marco. "Giulia!" His voice cut through the noise. He strolled up in a sharp suit, flashing that too-perfect smile. "You made it." "Obviously." I offered my hand. "It's our big night." "Yeah." He kissed it, eyes darting for just a second. "Come on. Everyone's waiting." Something felt off. I didn't press it.

**TWO DAYS LATER** In a place, dimly lit with red lights which bathed the skeletal remains hanging from the ceilings like cursed trophies. Cobra was painted on the walls with splashes of ink and real blood on it — a symbol of birth and reborn. The place reeked of drugs, smoke and alcohol. It wasn't an ordinary place. It was a place for criminals. A place where betrayal was always one blink away— THE FALCON HOUSE. It is the place where the Cosa Nostra meeting takes place. Different mafia clans were there, including the Blood Moon. Godfather Marcelo was already there, the same as other dangerous Italian mafia men. Each had a joint between their lips.

I lightly joked. He slowly turned his head toward me and said, "You haven't given me a reason to. Yet." I smirked and followed him into the building. "Miss Hale, welcome to the Viper. The mafia's meeting spot."

He agreed to help, what's more, the meeting would take place in one of the president's hidden apartments, and this was a fact that the DEA detective knew perfectly. The detective, Juan Carlos Velazquez, was called by the executives, and was seated alone in that place. The apartment was surrounded by luxuries, and although it was not first world, it was quite appropriate to the place, and it was full of their cultural colors. The agent arrives, introduces himself as such, and enters a place where he has to wait, and is told that the person who had assigned him had not yet arrived. To tell the truth, Maria De a Cruz's flight had been delayed a few hours, because she was detailing the planning

I shook my head a little with a small smile tugging them sides of my lips as I made my way into the restaurant after him. We placed our orders and were sitting down together at a particular table which was hidden from the open of the restaurant, and James had gotten on his phone almost immediately after we’ve both sat down, while I glanced around the whole room, enduring that we were kind of safe at the moment, and didn’t just walk into something akin to a trap. “Luca?” James' voice called out and I dragged my eyes away from the expanse of the restaurant to stare at him questioningly. “You do know we have a meeting with the mafia heads, right? It was supposed to be held yesterday which was a

The biggest market of arms deals,drugs,organs and humans as well. Cubicles were booked for their pleasures. All the means of their luxury were available there. A dark red room prepared with high class security where the meeting of Top notch businessmen and MAfia leaders was going on. It was a high profile meeting for which the club of scotland is famous for. Confidentiality and neutrality is the best thing about this club.

The ground floor is a normal club, while the top floor is used for a whole other business. My coke also sells there, strip clubs, and also where I have most of my mafia meetings. The stairs are painted black. The LED light blinks as I move through the door; I have numerous poles stationed around corners as strippers dance around. Only high-wealthy men with VIP passes are allowed up here, no one else. My footsteps are as light as a feather as I make my way towards the meeting room. I twist the door handle quietly, slipping into the room as I blend with the darkness around the corner.

Blood In The Boardroom Dominic's POV Rome: Italy I walked into the room filled with the sharp scent of cigars and whiskey. My bodyguards followed behind me. The door opened, leading me into the boardroom, and I walked to the large mahogany table, sitting at the head chair. My gray eyes scanned the faces staring back at me. This was supposed to be a routine meeting to finalize a deal with Carlos Marchetti and the other Mafia bosses. “Welcome, Dominic,” Carlos said, puffing his cigar. “Took you long enough.”

I forget things easily nowadays. “What now?! Forgot your underwear?”. How did he notice that? “I didn't forget anything, Alessandro. I have my panties on.” “Good! Now let's get out of here” He dragged me out of the closet and out of the room before going downstairs and making our way down to the ballroom. Yes, this house has everything. According to Bianca, the ballroom is a fixed part of any mafia leader's house because it is solely constructed for the purpose of holding the charity gala.