Novel & Cerita Mafia The Brigade Of Knowledge Seekers

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.

Street musicians gladly entertaining the tourists with their organettos and mandolins. Lovers making out in a dark corner, foolish move, Marco Marchetti thought as he walked past the dark alley. The city was beautiful and bustling, but it was also filled with thieves and criminals that were worse than thieves. He knew, he was one of them. The dignified ones though, the ones who didn't see themselves as criminals per se. It was the twisted law that saw and labeled them as criminals. The mafia. It wasn't a crime, it was a business, a business that has been smoothly run by the current Mafia King. A man whom Marco respected and honored. The man who was the main reason why Marco was out in the st

When the red haze of fury finally cleared, I found myself standing over Helena's prone form, my hands sticky with blood. The warehouse had fallen silent, the fight over. But the real battle, I realized as I turned to face Aliyah's shocked gaze, was just beginning. Aliyah Sundane The world had tilted on its axis, everything I thought I knew crumbling around me. Alessandro, my Alessandro, was standing before me, his hands dripping with blood, his eyes wild with a fury I'd never seen before. Mafia. The word echoed in my mind, alongside the images from the folder Helena had shown me. Newspaper clippings of gang violence, photos of Alessandro with known criminals, documents detailing illegal oper

So, he continues "I was the leader of American mafia. My real name is 'STEVEN KNIGHT' not Steven Moritz. Aidan's father 'Eric uncle' and your grandpa were alliances. During our childhood, we lived all together. Both the families were the envious of them all. Dad handled American mafia whereas Eric uncle had Canada and Mexico under his control. It was the most powerful mafia clan. Everyone feared them. But we were a happy loving family until the day, when we lost dad and uncle. You know sweetheart, power comes with its own thorns. Once you got the hunger of power, you can't back away. There's only destruction after that. In mafia nothing matters just the power. The more powerful you are the l

Another nod. Mia reached for Stefan's hand, needing the support. Her face had gone pale. The Santiago family wasn't just another criminal organization, they were legends in the underworld, known for their ruthlessness and their long memory. "Did you..." She couldn't finish the question, but her eyes were asking what they all knew she meant. Mose nodded slowly, understanding exactly what she was asking. Mia stood up abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor. Stefan immediately rose with her, his hands on her shoulders.

This audacity cannot be out of bravery. - Is it out of stupidity? - It's out of power. He knows I can't touch him. - Why?! - He knew the moment I doubt him and start my research, I would discover his real identity: Goldman is a member of the Syndicat. - I heard my kidnappers once talking about Syndicat, but I didn't understand what it is. Is it a kind of council controlling the mafia? - Kinda. It's the group of mafia leaders. - Like Jack Black? I've heard them saying his name in fear!

I knew they were my guards' handwork. This wasn’t just a rescue mission. It was personal. There was a dark secret about Jake Miller that Alice never knew. A secret I’d only uncovered recently. Jake wasn’t just some coward hiding behind wealth and arrogance. He was part of the Brunoi Syndicate, a brutal mafia organization in Mexico, led by his father. That explained his boldness, his nerve to challenge me. And, the worst part of it all, his father was one of the people who'd killed my mother.

“You need to go. Now!” “What but why do I .....” “Fuck. Where are your shoes, Kiara?” She shouted in fear, have never seen Kiara in this way before. I know her father is involved in the Mafia but I didn't know much about it until my sister disappeared and I still don't understand what the whole Mafia is about despite working in Peccato now, everybody seems to be keeping their mouth shut about Blacktop and the Kozlov brothers. “They were muddy. I left them on the.....”

It was like watching a couple of teenagers circle each other. Saskia had wanted in on the mafia conversation because she thought she had quite a lot to contribute, and she wasn't wrong. While Karl had been somewhat willing, but mostly nervous, to share information with Shaun, Saskia had been wholeheartedly enthusiastic about the idea. Now, she came over frequently after her classes to spend time with Shaun and Fatima. Saskia had taught them the word Bratva the day before; it was Russian for mafia.

"No. We didn't miss them in the pack search because they aren't really a pack-" "Then what are they then? A cult?" "More of an advanced criminal organisation if you like," he corrected. "Ever heard of the Mafia?" "You think humans have this book?" I asked raising an eyebrow. "There's a lycan Mafia too, dipshit," he said as if I was stupid. "Do you have to be so rude?" I asked. "You're asking dumb fucking questions," he replied. "If we ask them nicely they might lend it to us," I said reverting back to the subject that is actually important rather than this useless bickering which had already cost us countless hours.