Mafia The Brigade Of Knowledge Seekers の小説・ストーリー

We all thought Alexander was going to lose his mind from the pain of it all at the time, but thankfully, he handled it well. "What I had learned the hard way, was the fact that you cannot be in the center of power and be completely secure. For power, you'd have to sacrifice some things. I'm sure you remember how I had zeroed my mind towards the possibility of finding and having love. My position as the head of the mafia made it extremely difficult for me to have those things. Most of the ladies who flocked around me were there for the money. Like our other cousins, I was most probably gonna get married into another powerful family for the sake of support and stability. But when Bella came al

“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

- I need your loyalty, because I can't do it alone, but I can't allow myself to be betrayed either. - Okay, start by telling me who Maria De La Cruz is, the beautiful Mexican who saved my life, and it wasn't by chance. - I won't tell you much, but I will tell you a little at a time. But let's make it mutual. Do you know who your daddy is? - Yes, a former hitman, and right hand of the most mafia doctor in Latin America. - Very well, you have accepted reality, congratulations, and me? do you know who I am?

Ken answered, “As long as you’re with me you’ll be safe.” “Why is that?” I asked. “I am one of the most feared Mafia leaders out there,” he smirked,”Only the stupid people dare to mess with me.” “Okay then,” I mutter. “We’re here,” Cole announced. “Lets party,” Dexter cheered. We got out of the car, and I looked at the big house in front of me. “Jesus you guys must be billionaires,” I gaped. "What did u expect,” Ken clarified. We walked into the house, and I was surprised to see everyone look so……classy.

Brian’s POV The night was quiet and still. The usual sounds of crickets and frogs were absent, leaving only the rhythmic thumping of the deer's heart echoing through my sensitive ears. As we crouched beneath the leaves, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. I am Brian, the leader of the Mafians Wolf Pack, a group of rogues I created for one purpose: revenge. Most of my packmates were abandoned by their former packs, turning rogue because they no longer belonged. We seek justice, to be recognized as wolves, not as abominations.

His ten years old daughter. I could see the faint crease between his brows deepen, jaw shifting slightly with each word. “To the Bratava and was to be trained as a help for a fucking pedophilic bastard. The little thing was lucky I had business with them.” My mouth gaped as I tried my best to formulate the words raging in my head. I didn't know much about the mafia world but I knew one thing for certain, the Bratava were the kings. Ruthless beasts too. The idea of what she’d endured made my chest ache. I wanted to curl into myself, hurt and angry all at once.

Lorenzo was also an honest businessman. “I should have told you this sooner, but Viktor is the rightful heir to the Bratva empire.” “What?” I asked. I’d heard of the Bratva. They were worse than the Italian mafia. They were brutal and very unnerving. I heard rumors that they engaged in human, organ, and sex trafficking. I researched it after Nero told me they were the people after them. “No—”

she answered back in a whisper. “What empire?” Kiara breathed out and shook her head. “You don’t want to tell me.” “I want you to hear it from him.” “He is not even telling me anything!” She snapped, her voice slightly raised. “It’s the mafia.” “What?” “The mafia,” Kiara answered curtly again. “His grandfather leads the group of mafia,” she added, and Lyra gasped. “Shhh,” Kiara fondled her hand. “You mean th…” She stopped talking when her husband’s laughter came up and then filled the air that she had to wonder what was funny.

I assumed he was thinking about what could’ve triggered Chiara’s odd behaviour. “What do you think is the reason?” He asked me. I thought about what I wanted to answer. It’s true that I had plenty of reasons for her behaviour but the one that I believe in the most is that she’s being manipulated by the Bratva. I don’t know how it works between the mafia but I do know that colluding with the enemies like that is punishable by torture or death. I’m still not sure about that though but it’s the one that I believe in.