Mafia The Brigade Of Knowledge Seekers Novels & Stories

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.

So if everyone assumes that about my family, what’s the point of hiding? “Bratva,” I say and she turns her head again, a frown forming on her face. “We’re called Bratva, not Mafia; that term is reserved for the Italians.” Her eyes grow wide. “Holy shit, it’s true then? You’re-” “What you would call a Pakhan, yes. I’m the head of our Bratva sect,” I explain to a surprised Cherie. “You’ll find most organized crime families in this country are shifters. It’s just easier to build a reputation that way.”

As if I didn’t bathe in blood to get here. “Your attention, gentlemen,” my voice boomed, quieting the murmurs. I waited for the eyes of my allies to focus on him before continuing. “I have called you all here because a great betrayal has presented itself within our ranks; something Dom over here predicted would happen weeks ago,” I say, placing a hand on my brother’s shoulder. “We are betrayed, famiglia, and by none other than the Brigăzi.” Romanian Mafia; the fuckers were linked directly to Alberto Moretti when he was still Underboss.

Nicole stared at her laptop, eyes roving around the white screen. Her hands eagerly danced on the keyboard. She was perturbed, she was frightened, she was scared. Any words that could describe this sudden agitation and horror that she was drowning in. She was petrified as she kept on surfing on the net. Mafia. She was researching about mafias. The more she searched, the more horror struck she became. "A mafia is a type of criminal organisation whose central activity is the arbitration of disputes between criminals and the organization and efforcement of illicit agreements through the use of violence"

I started to question if she even knew his favorite song or book. A mafia presence in our small town was only known to me through the rumours spread by the popular kids at school. They claimed that the Brzezinski family, a powerful and wealthy group with international connections, had established themselves as one of the oldest families in the community. It was said that no one who crossed them survived to tell the tale. This knowledge was enough to make anyone nervous, regardless of its truth. However, my Aunt Grace claimed to be dating Aamon Brzezinski himself. Being even more protective than my mother sometimes, I trusted that he was safe around us.

"You want to know what's the coolest?" Seira nodded quickly. "All four packs rule their Mafia syndicate," Seira's mouth hit the floor. "Mafia?!!" She exclaimed. "Like in the books, that's so freaking cool!" "What are you talking about so close?" Hunter ambled into the kitchen, ignoring the duo as he walked over to the fridge, getting himself a bottle of water.

“Whoa. I should have given you more time to wake up. I didn’t think there would be lasting effects, but you’re confused. You’re awake. Very. Awake. This is real life. Yes, I kidnapped you, but I’m hoping that you’ll see the light and come around when I explain everything. Sorry I couldn’t just show up on your doorstep and have this conversation. It’s not something I could risk. Being exposed would do a lot of damage to our organization.” “Yeah. To the mafia.” “Not the mafia.” “So the mafia.” “Definitely not the mafia.” “Yup, I’m sure that’s what they all say.” His jaw ticks visibly, and his left eye twitches. It also shouldn’t be so adorable on a beast his size. “We are the anti-mafia. The n

Sophia tried not to shudder at her own indifference. Maya let go of Sophia's shoulder and whisper-yelled. “Are you out of your mind, Soph? You're getting yourself involved with people from the mafia," Sophia froze, and Maya continued. "Mafia as in, M-A-F-I-A. Those are the type of people you're getting yourself involved in," She didn't know what exactly the meaning of a mafia was, but she knew it was a dangerous organization. They sold illegal drugs and all sorts of weapons. Some were even engaged in human trafficking and rape, if not worse.

“Project Lazarus is how he’s bringing it back.” According to the files, Valentin had been gathering children of former mafia bloodlines—orphans, runaways, and those abandoned after purges—and training them off-grid in isolated compounds across Eastern Europe. Brainwashed. Engineered. Forged into weapons. Camilla’s voice broke the stunned silence. “He’s building an army.” “And they’ve been in place for years,” Marco said grimly. “Sleeping cells. Ready to strike.” Riccardo flipped the last page of the file.

“No, I hate all that mafia shit. I try to stay out of it as much as I can.” Azira nods. “Me too.” Giorgia shrugs. “I’m lucky, I guess. My family is pretty awesome, but Sicily differs from America.” I swallow hard, as I’m rather involved in it all at home. Mikhail says I’m going to lead the bratva one day, which many think is ridiculous. A woman leading the brotherhood. It just isn’t heard of. Instead of saying anything, I just nod. A comfortable silence falls over the table, and I wonder whether I’ve been a fool for the four years I’ve been here. Friends with the wrong girls. Azira, Giorgia, and Adrianna all seem much more genuine.