Novel & Cerita Mafia The Brigade Of Knowledge Seekers

"Is this your idea of a declaration of war? I hope you've prepared for the consequences." Benedicto—one-third Italian blood, excommunicated from the Triad, and now the head of his own rogue syndicate—was a man driven by ego and greed. His trade? Drugs and human trafficking. Two businesses Don Salvatorre detested with an almost religious fervor.

"You are taking the rivalry to another level. If I lose my love for you, I'll make you regret it hard." "There's no human to make me regret it; I'm the one who makes others regret who tries to mess with me. Look, how pathetically you're regretting now." "Come to the point?" Jim asks JK, as there's no time for him to waste on him. "How come people like you are smart—rumor?" A sarcastic laugh skips JK's mouth to tease him. "Who manipulated you to cancel all the deals with me?" "I can't tell his name. Even I don't know him personally." His tricky response prickles JK's nerves. "You don't know him personally, but you dare to mess with me for him—so a rumor is always a rumor. I don't know what yo

Rex’s POV Jeremy’s men got a hold of me when I tried escaping. He finally let me go. He could not put me in a room like he does his offenders. According to the mafia rules. “You can’t kill or hold in a bondage a family member. If it happens, the shares of each member of the family will be at risk.” The Jeremy I know does not joke with money that is why he kills any debtor on the spot. His father taught us that.

Lucifer asked, noticing the shift in Spike’s demeanor. Spike’s eyes gleamed with a mix of excitement and intrigue. “I’ve just received intel on two major Mafia organizations—one based in Eastern Europe and the other in Italy. Both are deeply entrenched in the underworld, and guess what? They go by the same name: *Nosce Hostem.*” Lucifer’s expression darkened, his mind immediately racing. “Are you saying there are two factions with the same name? That can’t be a coincidence.”

“Wanna go to the library? There is something I want to show you.” “Something? What is it?” Cedric was curious. “As the successor for the next boss, you need to broaden your knowledge. I remember there is one important book that I believe you haven’t read it yet. It is a book about our mafia’s historical achievements. There were also documentaries about our crimes and murders as the proud mafia. I think you should know about it so that you won’t get shocked.” Indeed, Cedric believed that he never read books about his mafia clan’s dark history. Now that he was very curious, he begged Vincent to show him.“Take me there, uncle!”

Growing up, my life wasn’t a fairytale despite what it may have looked like, my parents were wealthy and I needed or wanted nothing but their attention, their love, and their gentleness unfortunately though those words were not in my parents vocabulary instead they used violence and had both me and my brother growing up around petty thieves and criminals which is why when I decided to leave my childhood home I promised myself that i would never get involved with anything like that ever again. “Cole Jones?” I suddenly ask in a low whisper as my eyes continue to look down at him, his smirk still present on his lips but his eyes were following my co-worker who apparently ran out without sputter

For the past two months, Misha has been residing in Chicago, making preparations for my takeover of the now-defunct Chicago Bratva. Similar to myself, Misha is an active member of the European Bratva, engaging in various illicit activities such as drug trafficking, money laundering, extortion, and contract killings. His expertise extends beyond the realm of criminal operations, encompassing combat skills, weapon proficiency, and the art of manipulation and control.

When I told Megan I was going for a business trip, I didn't expect the excuse to become a reality. Now, I have to fly all the way to Moscow to meet the Pakhan of the Bratva ( Pakhan is the leader of a mafia group and Bratva is the name given to Russian mafia) But first, I have to meet grandfather for family related issues. I have this gnawing feeling that someone is working against us from within the famiglia. If we don't capture this person and set SB example to the others, we will be doing zero work even making peace with the Bratva.

He hesitated for a moment before deciding to share it with her, even though it was against protocol. “This is classified information,” he began, his tone turning serious. “We’re currently conducting a discreet operation against a major mafia group in the city—the Scarface Cartel, led by their ruthless boss, Deather, also known as Scarface.” Bridget’s eyes widened with intrigue, her excitement almost childlike. “I’ve never heard of them,” she admitted, leaning forward. “This sounds like a massive story!” Hunter paused, momentarily caught off guard by her enthusiasm. “It could be, Bridget… for you. But for us, it’s a dangerous operation that could crumble if the wrong people find out.”

Not the police here, where she had no clue where their office was at or the police in Nigeria where she had no clue how to get back to. God, she thought in dismay, she had nowhere to go. Elena thought she’d already given up a while back, but that miniature Hope, Faith, and dreams that she’d find her way out were always there. She couldn’t lose it though, she knew she had to hold on to those three words if she wanted to remain sane. No, she wouldn’t lose them. The questions were irritably too much for Gregory. The senior members of the Mafia were the closest to shareholders if Mafias had any. He respected them not just for their age or grey hair because they were young as they were old. The w