Novel & Cerita Mafia Sans

Another nod. Mia reached for Stefan's hand, needing the support. Her face had gone pale. The Santiago family wasn't just another criminal organization, they were legends in the underworld, known for their ruthlessness and their long memory. "Did you..." She couldn't finish the question, but her eyes were asking what they all knew she meant. Mose nodded slowly, understanding exactly what she was asking. Mia stood up abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor. Stefan immediately rose with her, his hands on her shoulders.

Bria shouts. "Mia is not poor. She is wealthy. She made the Costa family the second most influential family in the Italian Mafia. Now go back to your parents and run your family business. Your father is getting old and will need his heir to run his business soon," I say. Bria looks at me with puppy dog eyes. It may work with her older lovers, but it does not work on me.

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

Names are written on the table to demarcate each mafia from another. The whole place was very crowded, members are seen smoking, drinking and talking at the top of their voices with old-time friends. Conversations were loud, with curse words and threats. Whores and bitches were seen shaking their cheap ass around. Finding potential customers to grace their bed tonight. Just then, everyone except me shouted in excitement when Sibia climbed the stage, her big hips swaying, and her heels clicking against the floor. Every male gender has a lust for her. Sibia is a stripper who doesn’t fuck around with anyone. One faithful night at a club in Italy, I happened to run into her. We drank, and she ha

I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him quickly only to be interrupted by Landon. "Can't you two seriously wait? We're kind of in the middle of something if you don't remember." I grinned at him before shooting one of the opposing mafia members just before they could reach him, unbeknownst to him due to his complaining. His eyes widened as he glanced back at the body lying behind him then turned to face me again. "Thanks." I nodded, the grin growing on my face.

"It doesn't matter what they promised. The point is, I took the job. And now I'm here. And you're in danger whether you leave this house or not." I looked at Micaiah. Really looked at him. At the tension in his shoulders. The guilt in his eyes. The way he was holding himself like he was ready for a fight. "Is it true?" I asked quietly. "What he said about you. About criminal empire and war and—" "Mali—" "Just answer the question. Is it true?" His jaw worked. Then: "Yes." The word felt like the floor dropping out from under me. "What are you? Mafia? Gang leader? What?"

“You have to promise you won't tell anyone, Mia.” She squeezed my hand even harder as she stared into my eyes. “You know me very well, Nyssa. I don't need to prove myself to you. If you think it's dangerous, then you can decide not to tell me. I'm just happy to see that you're alive and well, that's all.” Her honesty did the trick. “Adrian Giovanni, Roman's rival and the Mafia lord of the Giovanni family, asked me to work for him. I accepted.” Mia stared at me, her mouth open, the dumbfoundment all over her facial expression.

I couldn't take the suffocation I felt. My father didn't stop me. He simply sighed as I made my way past him and into the family room. I wanted to laugh at the irony. I sat on the couch and stared at the piano. I wanted to play but I knew the moment I touched that piano I would break down. I had no room for emotion in my life right now. I was going to be the biggest Mafia Don this world had ever seen. Mafia Dons have no room for emotions or family. My father taught me that early on. “Good Evening Master, Neko is making Dinner. Would you like me to play you a song?” Ayla questioned as she spotted me staring at the Grand Piano.

It was my job as il fantasma but as Alexia Skylar Hale, My job was to control my father's company by his side. My father was Chris Hale. The owner of the Hale company and the leader of the American mafia. We were the second most well known family because of our company. Us being in the mafia part was private. In the mafia world, we were ranked second and we were fine with it considering the family who was ranked first was my father's friend, an ally. They were the De Santis, Italian mafia. Like us, most people weren't aware of their involvement in the mafia world. Their leader, Ace, was 22 and rumors had it, he was good at his job. People were scared of him for reasons I knew all too well. I

The estate includes a landscaped courtyard for tastings and gatherings. Whispers and rumors about the Russo family circulate in the wine world. I’ve heard crazy things—claims of immense wealth, ruthless tactics to stay at the top, raising their young to be bloodthirsty monsters, involvement in kinky sex, and even the curious rumor that the men spank their women. Despite their criminal ties, my business _ my money. The undertakers have a strong sense of morals, a mysterious brotherhood with a code that involves using their underground businesses to take from the rich and give to the poor.