Novel & Cerita Mafia Sans

he muttered before hanging up. Finally, she will be here under one hour, then I will be the one who would be ruling her world. I felt pity for what his father did to me. She is the daughter of a mafia! Those heartless mafia who goes against negativity and the Sicilian culture have always followed the righteousness. Our crimes are on purpose we don't murder people for our profits but for the world's protection. "Drive me to the airport, I want to see my rival's daughter," I said to the driver.

had to work for everything they wanted. They had to start at the very bottom of the ‘Family’ business and work their way up. They had to learn how to be cruel when dealing with all the different factions who were the natural enemies of the Italian Mafia. The Columbian Drug Cartel, the African people traffickers, the Chinese Triads and the Russian Bratva, along with the FBI, CIA and MI5 to name just a few. Ricardo was protected from all the brutality and given everything he desired by his doting Father, it helped that he was a very beautiful child, with blue-black hair and sparkling emerald azure blue. He was naturally charming and easygoing, adored by all who came into contact with him. He

"That is a permanent entanglement." Sorokin glanced at him. "Every relationship in this world is a permanent entanglement. Your organization is not exempt from that." "What does the protection cover," I said. "Everything is currently on your table," Sorokin said. "The Italian don. The federal situation. The Moretti remnants." He paused. "The Bratva has maintained neutrality in the Italian and federal conflicts in this city for six years. That neutrality ends the moment you acknowledge the debt." "You would go against Caruso," I said.

I said, my voice dangerously calm, "your presence here is an insult. And who are you to question my right? By our own rules, you are as unfit as anyone you might accuse. Your family's alliances are fluid, your reach is limited." Vlad chuckled, a dry, grating sound. "Ah, but that is where you are mistaken, Sokolov. I have secured an alliance that not even your ruthlessness can counter. An alliance that brings true power, true legacy, back to the Tenevaya Bratva." He paused, letting his words hang in the air, allowing the tension to coil tighter. "My family will soon be tied to a once powerful mafia family in Italy." A murmur swept through the room. The elders exchanged glances, their impassiv

“Obviously they’re a gang of sorts. I’m not an idiot. But what I’m asking is which of Sangrid’s many gangs have you brought into a house of healing?” Voice strained, Giovanni said finally, “Mariposa.” “Jesus.” Gianna felt like crumpling. She folded forward, bracing her forearms on the table, and demanded harshly, “Are you an idiot, Giovanni?” “You probably think so.” “I’m starting to know so.” Mariposa. More specifically, the Mariposa Mafia. The fucking mafia. “Mariposa,” Gianna said again, as if she could barely believe her brother’s stupidity. “They’re not that bad!” Giovanni said defensively, and Gianna wanted to reach across the table and slap the back of his head.

"But you don't always refuse an arranged marriage with anyone. You always put Emma's face everywhere. You're too obsessed with Emma's face that you don't want to have a relationship with any woman!" I didn't answer; my mother continued to vent her endless frustration about this problem. "We need a successor. If you don't get married then—" "Just take the sperm," my father stood up to interrupt. "If he doesn't want another Emma, then there won't be an Emma. We can arrange that, dear." My father's sharp glance had a hidden meaning. He must be planning something for me. "Let's go home. This mafia wants to play with his new toy; let's wait for the results." New toy? Fuck! Arabella can't leave he

the analyst replied, sliding a folder forward. Adrien flipped it open. Three photos stared back at him. Three men. Three potential threats. “First,” Marco said, pointing, “Mikhail Soren. Former ally of Viktor. Runs operations through the Baltic routes.” Adrien’s eyes scanned the image. Cold face. Dead eyes. “Second—Khaled Arman. Middle East connections. Weapons, trafficking, mercenaries.” Adrien turned the page. “And third…” Marco paused slightly. Adrien looked up. “Say it.”

His rage simmered just below the surface, threatening to shatter his carefully crafted composure. He never got stolen from. It was an abomination to those who knew him. It was an unforgivable transgression. And yet, it had happened. With his rage will come chaos. His perpetrators will pay, they always do. It was a promise, a known fact. He is Stefano De Rico. A Mafia kingpin whose name sent shivers down the spine of even the most hardened criminals. He is the master of the underworld. He tames even the wildest beasts that refuse to bend to his will.

Third Person Pov: Thomas Allen is one of the most ruthless leaders in the mafia gang Hayden Wren heads. Its known as 'Python'. Recently, there's been a fued between the two, hence; Thomas moved to Dubai. The members of the gang thought things would dissolve over time... but it didn't. Communication seized between the two for the past two years. Now, Thomas is back to set things right.

She looked at the maid with a kind weak smile . “You can call me Setenta, Madam." Setenta replied, causing Ana Sophia to scrunch her brows. “Sententa, the number 70?” Ana Sophia asked, and Sententa, seeing the look in Sophia’s face, avoided her gaze. Reading Sententa’s body language, Sophia immediately kept quiet; she immediately remembered that most Mafia families are involved in human trafficking. They don't hire servants; they buy slaves and give them names according to the number of servants they have. A normal person that grew up in the mafia would not be surprised by this.