Mafia The Brigade Of Knowledge Seekers นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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

“Didn’t I told you to stay away from him?” ……….. “DID I NOT ELLA?” ……Ahhhhhhhhh yes dad. “Then why the f*ck did you go with him!” it wasn’t a question. He knows everything. But how? I didn’t even tell them anything yet. “I think you are forgetting something little miss; I was the American mafia leader before that kid.” I was blank. How can I forget I’m dealing with mafia men? Urghhhhhhhhhh my life! “I asked you something! Why the f*ck did you go with him. When I clearly told you not to?”

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.

She stuck her hand out, not bothering to look at me at all. I put it in her palm. "Be careful with that." She snorted and eased the cold compress against her face. "Go fuck yourself." Was it inappropriate of me that I kinda wanted to kiss her when she got all prickly? Maybe. But it didn't stop me from feeling it. "Who were they? And if you tell information I already know, I'm going to shove this ice pack down your throat." Right at this moment, I might even let her. "You've heard of the bratva. Well, this is their older, disgusting, psychopathic uncle. Soviet mafia. One of the few remaining families left from the USSR."

Julienne had always prided herself on her sense of justice. As a criminal detective, she believed she would be able to do anything for the truth. That is until the lies looked right into her eyes and smiled. When she came home after a breakup text from her boyfriend of a year, Hades Bianchi, only to meet him and her sister, Lorelai, newly engaged and supposedly expecting a child, Julienne's world tilted on its axis. She is determined to stop the wedding, even if she has to dabble into murky waters, like kissing him hours before the wedding. But things get even messier when Lorelai doesn't show up to the ceremony and she is found dead in front of the cathedral, in her wedding dr