Mafia: The Old Country Protagonist Novels & Stories

ok says Ibrahim, both sleep and after some days Ibrahim gets well perfectly, right now Ibrahim was making love to mehak, just then Ibrahim phone ranged up, he doesn't want to receive it but seen caller name he says Jaan this is important he received it and says hello, hello me Ibrahim I am your Dr I got your money to thank you, Ibrahim sir if you want some more help just call me, Ibrahim says ok and cuts the call, on the other hand, Dr wife says Ibrahim khan gave you this much money why? dr says because he loves his wife very much he can do anything for her you see mafia possessive love, Ibrahim made love to mehak and says this mafia man can do anything for his mehak, only you can make me on

Aleena and sukoon meet their friends and they all talk with each other they do lots of gossips and aarav vihaan on the other side sits together and watch their wives Vihaan asked did you both have a love marriage?in which aarav said yes. For some time aarav did not say anything. Then he asked if you don't mind, can I ask you something? Yeah sure, ask me. Are you vihaan khan king of Italy? Hearing this, vihaan looked at aarav and did not say anything for a while then he asked "how do you know?" Aarav smiles and said because I am king of London vihaan eyes get wide hearing this he said oh got it that's why you know me who am I

Taken in silence and ceremony. And she was the last. Giovanni sat alone in his office. The room that once overflowed with books was now nothing but ashes. The shelves stood bare. The only thing left was a single photograph of his mother, young and serious. Her eyes were sharp, just like his daughter's. He poured himself a drink. “Tell me I’m wrong,” he said aloud. “Tell me I’m not the monster they think I am.” Silence answered him. The priestess didn’t need to say a word.

They say if you keep dancing with the devil you’ll get burned. There was only one way that this shit would end. They always say that the only outcomes of being in the game are winding up dead, or going to jail. Would I really get my own happily ever after, being the bastard that I was? With all of the people I hurt, all the bodies I’d made drop, all of the lives I’d destroyed? My name is Louis… And this is my story. Growing up in Birmingham, being forced and groomed into the mafia under the influence of my stepfather.

Chapter 3 Mikhail Mazza was not taking No for an answer. He'd grown up and found joy in the best way he could. He didn't go around Fucking women like the tabloid said about him. But he loved getting the attention it drew, so why clear the air? He knew how the citys and the town worked, he was a made man and he'd follow the footsteps of his father, the formal capo of the Mafia world. He wouldn't lie, he had gotten his own fair share of woman.

Hi, my name is Yaszy:) This is my first ever Mafia story. There will be SA! If you get triggered easily this book isn't for you. Please don't leave rude comments, I am trying my best with writing this story. There will be: -Abuse -Sex -Violence -Mafia -Triggers I hope you enjoy!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~CHARACTERS~ Location of story: New York Alessio Rocco Romano -The father and is 50 years old. He has brown hair and blue eyes, and is the head of the Italian Mafia. He's dangerous when it comes to messing with one of his kids.

Only the worn out curtains and dirty floor would be left in their small apartment. Earlier that week, she had gone to Mikhail Mazza for help. Although he was known as the Country's most handsome bachelor and conglomerate. He was also known as the Mafia Kingpin. She couldn't let her mother die. The woman had suffered a lot and if she could at least do what he wanted.. she'd make that change. But she was not ready to give her virginity to a man-whore. Mikhail Mazza was feared in the whole city. He was the Country's most dangerous and whoring bachelor.

CHAPTER 16 Gregorio was COUNTED and given two weeks by Zella's father to find the murderer of his son. Gregorio is very afraid that he will be erased from this world. There is no denying that this old man is powerful in all Mafia Organizations. And she knew he was just using her so she sold Zella to him as well. Gregorio of Arctic Mafia, known as a good strategist on how to court other drug lords in neighboring countries. That's why Zella's father also uses him because of his intelligence.

"I got this, Liam." "You ain't got nothing." Liam was screaming now. "You have to listen to me." "Now shut up and quit shouting at me!" Charlie shot back. Liam stood dazed. "You have no idea what's at stake here, boy," Charlie went on. "This girl is a cheap downtown whore who's taken it upon herself to drag you, a world's number one, to the mud. I, Charlie will not allow it." Liam was speechless. All the words he had on his mind didn't feel potent enough to break the resolution in Charlie's voice. Charlie was a retired mafia leader.

I managed to smile, not wanting to come off as rude, even though her greeting had been somewhat sarcastic. “You must be Clarissa?” the older woman inquired, her voice exuding authority. I realized she was the matriarch of the Mexican mafia, ruling without a male counterpart. She was highly feared in the mafia world and had played a significant role in helping Dominic reclaim the Italian mafia. I smiled at her, maintaining a calm demeanor despite the unease that coursed through me. “Yes, I’m Clarissa,” I responded, my voice unwavering. I noticed a fleeting emotion in her eyes—something I couldn't quite identify. It appeared and vanished before I could fully comprehend it.