Novel & Cerita Mafia Sans

"Now you can imagine what I am capable of doing to you, right? You see, my little Love, I could crush your neck right now, and no one would ever know. I could strip you down and fuck you right here on this bed, and absolutely no one would come to save you." His smirk vanished, replaced by an expression of pure, chilling stone. "So, this is my final warning. Do not test my patience. I am already having a very hard time keeping my cool around you, and you are being fucking impossible. The next time you decide to open your smart mouth, think very carefully about the consequences. Alright?" "Y-yes," I choked out, the tears flowing freely now. "Are... are you in the mafia?" the words tumbled out

Chapter 3 Mikhail Mazza was not taking No for an answer. He'd grown up and found joy in the best way he could. He didn't go around Fucking women like the tabloid said about him. But he loved getting the attention it drew, so why clear the air? He knew how the citys and the town worked, he was a made man and he'd follow the footsteps of his father, the formal capo of the Mafia world. He wouldn't lie, he had gotten his own fair share of woman.

Dad listen and listen good, I've sent most of my boys to beat one person or the other. "Yes, I know but their hands are weak already ". "I'm not sending anybody over. Okay?? He ended the call without waiting for a response. Mia Werner, a loan shark, a druggie, is also the most wanted criminal. He has partners globally. He takes over properties forcefully and you can't protest either. Borrowing from Werner is the worst thing that can ever happen to you. The interest will keep rising till you get tired. He works with the code "Omerta" which means don't ever talk to authorities. It was no news when he raised a son like Eric, who seem more deadly than himself. Even his wife hated both father and

For the past two months, Misha has been residing in Chicago, making preparations for my takeover of the now-defunct Chicago Bratva. Similar to myself, Misha is an active member of the European Bratva, engaging in various illicit activities such as drug trafficking, money laundering, extortion, and contract killings. His expertise extends beyond the realm of criminal operations, encompassing combat skills, weapon proficiency, and the art of manipulation and control.

That wasn't comforting. “And if she isn't?” “We will kill each and every one of them. Vincenzo is ruthless, but he is not stupid. I am sure he wouldn't want to start a war with you”, Ben said, no matter how comforting his words were. These people were Mafia lords, they feared no one, not even the law itself. My eyes drifted off to the CCTV footage, “Cara is leaving, let's follow her” I said, standing up. Usually, I wouldn't be present to catch her myself, but I was anxious about Taylor, any sort of distraction just not to worry was highly welcome.

'My name?' He asked with a shocked expression. 'Yes.' He frowned and looked me in the eyes. 'Giovanni, my name is Giovanni LaRosa.' I smiled to myself. It's long and sexy, just what I hoped for. 'Okay, uhmm...' I was thinking what question I could ask. 'Do you do illegal stuff?' I asked. 'Yes. I do.' He said. Jesus, that was easy.. I nodded my head and thought of the possible thing he did. Maybe he killed more than just my sister. Or he is into drugs. Or woman export. You never know. But I'm already screwed, so fuck it.

Marcus Ruvia just continued his exit from the abandoned building as if he didn't hear anything. Marcus Ruvia was known for being a ruthless, dominant, and powerful young boss of the mafia in the human world. He is very tall and muscular. His delicate features and obsidian eyes made him look mysterious and aloof. His aura imposed that no one should try to mess up with him or else they had their own death wishes.

He says as my knees nearly buckle. What in the mafia shit did I just get myself into? The Santis Group? Have heard of the company before but now knowing he’s got some sort of mafia ties sets the bar way higher than I thought it would ever soar. He’s dangerous, Yea I knew that from day one.. But I strictly just pegged him as some sort of crazy lony criminal mastermind, or sociopath. Maybe he did give off serial killer vibe, but he looked too controlled to be one to kill in some sort of fury crazy haze but I was half right and half wrong it seems.

Immediately I look back, but I can barely distinguish by the edge of the ajar door that Black, George and the contractor continue to fix the picture. "Yes, of course." I mutter. "Do you have basic math skills?" "Of course." "Tell me how much is twenty-four for two." Are you kidding me? "Forty-eight." I say, completely safe. "That's the message. Adjö (See you again)." Hang. This man has made me more tense than I was. I don't know what kind of mafia Black is into, but this is starting to disgust me a lot. More so, remembering that twenty-four were the millions they were leaking, according to the contract.

Currently, his trust was waning. “Jayden, you don’t understand, these men are—” “Dangerous. Try another word. I’ve heard that too many times already.” “Look, if they come back here—” “You meanwhenthey come back here because they will. It’s the Bratva.” He threw off the covers and sat upright with that stubborn frown on his mouth and angry eyes. “Maybe you don’t understand. Serena, we’re talking about the freaking Russian mafia. They’re not only dangerous but vicious and ruthless. Unlike us, they don’t function with hot chocolate and emotions.They’re out there in the cold, ready to freeze their asses off if it means getting the job done. So, if you’re thinking of begging them not to take me w