Mafia Story Ideas Novels & Stories

ok says Ibrahim, both sleep and after some days Ibrahim gets well perfectly, right now Ibrahim was making love to mehak, just then Ibrahim phone ranged up, he doesn't want to receive it but seen caller name he says Jaan this is important he received it and says hello, hello me Ibrahim I am your Dr I got your money to thank you, Ibrahim sir if you want some more help just call me, Ibrahim says ok and cuts the call, on the other hand, Dr wife says Ibrahim khan gave you this much money why? dr says because he loves his wife very much he can do anything for her you see mafia possessive love, Ibrahim made love to mehak and says this mafia man can do anything for his mehak, only you can make me on

Everything screamed unholy money, and maybe that was exactly what it was. I recognized the sort of people here. Mafia lords and the women they had, mostly just for the night. Mostly just the flavour of the week. We proceeded forward, and most of them came around to exchange a few pleasantries, leaving the sexy women who they had come with behind. Only a few came with women who looked like they could be their wives, and I was completely aware that I looked exactly like all the other women to them, too. Except I knew I wasn't.

Their love/hate relationship will start off with an unforgettable night, a pinch of revenge, a swirl of pranks here and there, and a whole lot of white lies and secrets. NOW HERE IS THEIR PARENTS STORY, IT'S CALLED (MY FIRST, MY LAST, MY EVERYTHING). HERE'S THE PLOT; Gabriella Merliah Antonio, a 24 year old beautiful, hottest, badass female Mafia Donna that leads the most powerful, Royal Mafia in whole of Mexico and America called 'The Royals'.

If it had been anyone else he would've said no but in a sense, Blaine know's what he's doing and understands the business world. " What news have you heard from them so far? " Killian asked leaning back and taking a sip of his water. " All good things so far. Mr. Masahiko and his men from Japan are ecstatic for their company renovations " " Mr. Masahiko is a very good business colleague of mine. His success rate has never failed to impress me. Good pick " Killian responded genuinely surprised. He had multiple ties and shares with Mr. Masahiko and with the renovations from Blaine, his company would basically be in the palm of their hands. After about twenty more minutes Blaine smirked at Kill

'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.

Ashly was sitting alone in the meeting room. She was so sunk into the book she was reading. It's been a month since Monika left, and it's not like Ashly didn't feel bad when Monika cried in front of her, but what she can do She never likes to share her things with others. And it's not a bad thing because, apparently, her husband is also the same. Well, talking about now, she was reading a book called "The History of the Mafia Kingdom", when Zia entered the room.

He used to think if he had a son, he would stand against Francesco's authority and take over the reins of the Italian mafia but God didn't even grant him that thing. Rose' marriage with Vladimir was the only good thing that happened to him in this life. This arrangement could have given him what he desired. If not himself, his grandson would have become the The Bratva Pakhan but Francesco was adamant of snatching even that from him. Her engagement with Irish Don would anger Vladimir. The war, the bloodbath would start right away and Mia’s engagement with Isaac would break away. If Francesco planned to side with the Irish side, Bratva would bleed heavily. Because the Irish, after the Russians

I had thought about it before coming here, i just wanted to know what their thoughts were on it. “Problem solved then” Luca muttered clapping his hands. "You have to do what you've got to do" rafael said from beside me. “I would see you guys tomorrow, i have to go” grabbing my keys from beside me, i headed out of the club. Women were always considered weakness in the mafia and most times it gets the strongest man killed. It's just for a year i thought as i opened the door and went straight to the basement without getting out of my suit.

" I yelled, my words hanging in the air like a threat. Just then, I saw the Triplet Mafia men walking towards me, their black tuxedos exuding an aura of confidence and elegance. "What's going on?" I asked curiously. One of them spoke, his voice firm. "You have violated our code of conduct. You lied about your address and now you're acting dumb." I shrugged, feigning nonchalance. "Hey... Are you mad about just a simple lie? We lie all the time, don't we? After all, we are mafias!" I said, raising my hands in the air.

“They say he’s got another identity. He’s not just a director. He’s supposedly the godfather of La Lupa Nera. You know, Europe’s biggest mafia.” I stared at her, my mind reeling. “The La Lupa Nera? You’re joking.” “I wish I were,” she said, sitting back and crossing her arms. “I mean, it’s just a rumor, but it makes sense, doesn’t it? How else would someone his age have that much money and power? It’s kind of...exciting, don’t you think?” She grinned, clearly enjoying the drama. Exciting wasn’t the word I would use. Terrifying? Maybe.