Mafia Sans Novels & Stories

Lorenzo said. "She is dangerous. They hacked into our systems," Paul said. "What! If they manage to hack into your system and you are one of the best, that means they can hack any mafia system," Lorenzo said. "She has. I know she has," I told them. "How?" James asked. "If their system knows which tattoo belongs to which mafia, which cars, the leaders, their wives, and children, you think that they haven't?" I asked, and they all kept quiet. "We need them on our side as soon as possible. Maybe she can help us defeat Elijah," James said.

“She wants us, not Gabriella. She knows if she lays a hand on her, the Familia will burn the Bratva to the ground. And Max, he’ll always protect her. You know how lethal he is.” “Svetlana’s sadistic,” Matt says, his eyes still locked on the screen. “But she’s not suicidal. She knows where the line is, and if she crosses it by hurting the Familia’s princess, they won’t survive. We might not like the Camorra, but we have peace treaties in place with the Chicago Outfit, the Rizzuto Family, Dhak-Duhre, the Punjabi Mafia, the West End Gang, the Triads, even some of the biker crews. If the Bratva crosses this line, there’ll be nowhere for them to hide.” “Then it’s settled,” I reply, my voice low a

His face was not visible because of how dark the office was, the only source of light was a little candle light by the corner of the room. "Tell her to come closer." His deep voice rung out, his voice was laced with so much authority and command. Gabriel Santos was the most feared mafia lord to ever exist in Chicago. I never imagined a day would come when I would stand in front of the man who murdered my parents and seized my older brother as his captive. I felt anxious but at the same time, I felt like my revenge plan was taking a nice turn, I was the doctor who saved his life, I knew that he was going to treat me right because of how much he valued his life.

“You should have done your research beforehand. Perhaps you won’t fail stealing from another mafia.” He grunted. “Who are you?” She finally withdrew her gun and squatted down to his level. The confidence of this woman was beyond me. “Allow me to introduce myself. La regina. The queen of the mafia.” His chuckle was taunting yet with desperation. “There is no queen in the mafia.”

I grabbed my phone and made a quick search on the internet. Miguel Alejandro, ruthless leader of the Viperas mafia. A gang involved in illicit crimes such as gambling, drug trafficking, prostitution, extortion, fraud, loan sharking, protection rackets and many others. Considered to be highly dangerous, have never been caught, rumored to be in cahoots with the police and politicians.

This is the first time Alesso is tasting her anger, and he is not liking it. Mia is not scared of Alesso. She is the daughter of a former mafia don and the wife of the present don. Even if she cannot win Alesso with physical strength, she is sure Reed will snap his neck in two if he even gives her a scratch on her skin.

“Let me rephrase that, are you into illegal dealings?” Niko pulls my body flush to him, my bare back rests against his warm chest, his fingers smoothing my hair behind me to bare my shoulder to his lips as it lowers to my shoulder. Scenarios ran through my head, in movies they always portrayed the mafia as a violent illicit world, lawless men and women, committing all sorts of crimes imaginable, trafficking substances, women, and children. And while ours can be quite violent, the lifestyle and traditions are somewhat old-fashioned, and outdated and can come off as strange to outsiders. I never imagined it would have some truth to it.

“Congratulations, Boss!” Without waiting for the celebration, Drake turned on his heel and walked out of the church. Amy followed closely behind, flanked by a sea of suits and heavy artillery. The moment the heavy church doors slammed shut behind them, the priest’s knees gave out, and he collapsed onto the altar floor, completely unconscious. Meanwhile, across the city, the atmosphere was entirely different. Inside the fortified syndicate of the Blood Pact Mafia. The second largest crime syndicate in Italy. Athan, a hardened man in his early fifties, sat high on a leather chair that served as his throne. The air in his private chambers was thick with the pungent, sweet scent of a heavy blunt

Aleena and sukoon meet their friends and they all talk with each other they do lots of gossips and aarav vihaan on the other side sits together and watch their wives Vihaan asked did you both have a love marriage?in which aarav said yes. For some time aarav did not say anything. Then he asked if you don't mind, can I ask you something? Yeah sure, ask me. Are you vihaan khan king of Italy? Hearing this, vihaan looked at aarav and did not say anything for a while then he asked "how do you know?" Aarav smiles and said because I am king of London vihaan eyes get wide hearing this he said oh got it that's why you know me who am I

So, he continues "I was the leader of American mafia. My real name is 'STEVEN KNIGHT' not Steven Moritz. Aidan's father 'Eric uncle' and your grandpa were alliances. During our childhood, we lived all together. Both the families were the envious of them all. Dad handled American mafia whereas Eric uncle had Canada and Mexico under his control. It was the most powerful mafia clan. Everyone feared them. But we were a happy loving family until the day, when we lost dad and uncle. You know sweetheart, power comes with its own thorns. Once you got the hunger of power, you can't back away. There's only destruction after that. In mafia nothing matters just the power. The more powerful you are the l