Mafia The Brigade Of Knowledge Seekers Novels & Stories

She asked Martin "Aaron's father's name is Lucas. He was the godfather of the mafia of Italy before he died. " "Lucas and Vicente were best friends since childhood." "What if they were best friends?" She asked for the confirmation Martin nodded his head. "We all together have completed our graduation and we belong to one group." "But, the strongest friendship in our group was that of Vicente and Lucas." Martin said while remembering their bonding "When Lucas was becoming the godfather of the mafia, your father joined the group as a Consigliere." Martin revealed the information "Your mother doesn't like the mafia, so she doesn't like your dad working for the mafia."

The look of confusion on her face made me laugh even more. “Oh, you didn’t know? You came here to meet your future husband, didn’t you?” Sienna frowned, her lips parted as she processed what I just said. “Y-You’re Lucian Moretti?” “The one and only,” I replied, walking toward her with open arms. I didn’t expect she’d be able to get away from me and even had a gun with her. My intel said that the head of the Vale clan cherished his daughter dearly. Who would have expected that the cherished daughter could break an opponent’s bone and know how to shoot?

She tried to crawl away, but she was dragged back to the middle. Riley bursts into tears as she sees her friend in that condition and she couldn’t help, her father might also be a low-level mafia like Mandy’s father, but Mandy’s father still has higher rank than her father. The lecturers can’t interfere because they are just workers, they can’t interfere in mafia affairs. Roseanne groaned as Mandy drags her with her hair and slapped her roughly, her sight became blurry as tears rolled down her eyes, her lips that were just closing from her father slap yesterday burst open again due to the slap.

I said, choosing not to mention my GDF contact in case the line is compromised. He murmured his agreement, and I hung up. I buzzed Maria to come see me, and she entered in a few minutes. Maria is the widow of my father's former and late underboss. After the death of my psychotic father and his equally sadistic underboss, I had asked what she wanted to do, but she had chosen to come live in this secluded and faraway estate and family home. She had practically raised my younger sisters just as her own. I think her biggest regret is not being able to have her own child, and she had poured all that energy into raising my sisters into the beautiful women they are today after losing her womb due t

A commitment to maintain peace. I wasn't a complete moron. I was aware that this was also about money and power, but it wasn't the whole story. Both were experiencing a decline as a direct result of various criminal groups such as the Russian Mafia known as "The maquese," the Taiwanese Triad, and others striving to increase their influence in our areas. It was necessary for the various Italian families throughout the United States to put an end to their feuds and collaborate in order to prevail over their adversaries. It would be an incredible privilege for me to wed the eldest son of the New York family. Since the day I became engaged to Damon, my father and all of my other male relatives h

was my vague reply. “But you don’t know where their hideout is,” Rayna cited. “Correct.” Her expression changed into some kind of recognition. “What else do you know, Sir?” I was then aware how she just turned the tables. I was the one being questioned now. I didn’t think it was healthy for her to know what knowledge I have about the werewolves, so I allotted her information that I deemed reasonable. “I know they are a mafia group, the Silviera Bratva.”

"Nikolai. Are you guys high on something because I don't understand a word you and your wife is speaking. What Bratva? What Pakhan?" Nikolai shook his head. It was time he tells her sister everything about them. "Leigh, Bratva is Russian Mafia. And Pakhan is it's Boss. He is our Boss. And We are a part of Bratva. And you are promised to the Fedorov family since your birth."

“Then you go back to ships and hoping no one’s watching too closely.” I met his gaze, unblinking. “Tell me what you want.” “There’s a group I did business with,” Roman said, lowering his voice, not because anyone could hear us, habit just ran deep. “The Bajrak Syndicate.” I immediately recognized the name. Albanian, old blood. They were ruthless, but not stupid, just… blunt. They believed intimidation was a strategy and violence was sports. They moved drugs the way animals moved territory, loud, aggressive, and bloody when challenged. We’d circled each other for years without colliding.

“They’re brothers. Mafia in Sicily. The head honcho, Aamon De Luca, their dad, was killed.” My mind keeps drifting back to something I caught on TV a while back in Sierra’s office. She seemed to know the brothers and had a soft spot for one of them. I squint, trying to recall her exact words. She was pretty specific, like there was more beneath the surface. I thought about digging deeper then, but it didn’t seem relevant to either of my jobs. “The organization is falling apart. Nolan and Flint are on the brink of a full-blown war.” “And?” How well does Sierra really know these guys? Sometimes, the ties between people run deeper than they look.

But if someone found out, fuck, I am screwed. I an only twenty three and he had offered my hand without even asking me. He never would have asked. The thought of marriage never crossed my mind. Perhaps a couple of times when I was a young girl. But l always imagined of marrying a prince. Not the boss of the American fucking mafia. The American mafia was well known for its reputation of being manipulative and brutal. They were deadly, even was impressed. The mafia boss; I did not know much about, but only his name. I was to be wedded to Ace Hernandez.