Novel & Cerita Mafia Vs Gangster

I retort back. "Anyways, as I can see, you're taking the truth very optimistically, I don't find a reason to hide it from you anymore. Anna, these Red Skulls and Rivas or Cosa Nostra, they all are mafia gangs who runs the illegal trade including all the dirty work for example- robbery, drug smuggling, human trafficking, assassinations and of coarse abduction for heavy ransom." He explains me and to say, my ears go deaf and brain stops functioning, it would be an understatement. I blink my eyes quite a few times to make myself believe in what I just heard.

“No mafia cartel would help him. They’re all vultures looking to swarm in and feast on what he has left when he comes crumbling down.” “The mafia isn’t the only world out there, Gianna. It could be anyone.” Suddenly, like an epiphany, it clicked in my head. My father would go to someone that operated in the same world as he did. Someone bigger than him, bigger than Alessandro. Someone close to home. Los Angeles was a big state, big enough for different sects to operate but also big enough for more than one kingpin to rule in. The mafia organizations have always been dueling for absolute power with one sect only—the drug and prostitution gangs led by their leader, Syrius.

the Irish Mafia, the Italian cosa nostra, the Turkish mafia and the Russian bravta Different day; different criminal. He probably just wanted to survive and keep his family intact and in power, but I was sure Dario kept him busier than the mafia men, trying to keep a grown man out of trouble all the time. Unlike some other influential families, like mine, that actually profited from it. My father was a monster, just like Dario’s father is but just albeit a bigger one. “And who do we have here?,” The mayor's heavily accented voice and leering made the back of my arms tingle and not in a good way.

"Then why were you afraid of partaking in this operation?" "Because I've never been involved in a gangster life, I'm always at war….." "What's the difference between a warrior and a gangster?" He interjects, cutting my words short. I smile, not knowing the reply to give to him. Obviously, there's no major standout difference, both have similar purposes except that they occur in different dimensions. A mafia fights for supremacy, revenge while a warrior as I am fight for the same but kind of for a collective aim which is for the benefit of the pack. It's more selfless than mafia fights.

As soon as I clicked the link, I noticed many sources of information pertaining to exactly what I wanted. The sign meant revenge Dogs and apparently, they were a Mafia group which is smaller than the usual mafia families around the world. Apparently, they have been here for a long time. The information given said that they are not formed by blood or family but by wanting revenge on a certain person etc. However, it didn't give information on who the leader or the people in the group were. It is said that the leader is known to be ruthless and can be even more brutal than the Italian mafias and Russian mafias.

I don't know what that is. "Mafia? What is it?" I asked him while still frowning. "Mafia is a group of criminals, Kali. It is widespread, especially in other countries. They do money laundering and drug trafficking. They also work in the black market where they can sell everything that is stolen, like cars," he explained to mine. Suddenly, my heart pounded. I remembered Anthony's approaches to me before, and as I thought that he would come near me again, I suddenly felt fear. "Similar to our businessmen and businesswomen, they also have enemies like competitors. But the difference is, they threaten and kill each other. Based on the investigation, Anthony has killed many people," he continued

'My name?' He asked with a shocked expression. 'Yes.' He frowned and looked me in the eyes. 'Giovanni, my name is Giovanni LaRosa.' I smiled to myself. It's long and sexy, just what I hoped for. 'Okay, uhmm...' I was thinking what question I could ask. 'Do you do illegal stuff?' I asked. 'Yes. I do.' He said. Jesus, that was easy.. I nodded my head and thought of the possible thing he did. Maybe he killed more than just my sister. Or he is into drugs. Or woman export. You never know. But I'm already screwed, so fuck it.

“I just… I don’t get it. He showed up, ruined everything with Vicenzo, looked at me like he wanted to devour me—and then poof. Gone. Like I was a phase.” “Maybe that’s all you were to him,” Diana replied casually, not even glancing up. My stomach dropped. “Excuse me?” “I’m just saying, babe. Mafia men don’t do love. They do power. Control. Lust, maybe. But not love.” She shrugged, typing away on her phone like her words hadn’t just ripped me open. I swallowed, trying to mask the sting. “That’s rich, coming from someone who encouraged me to go for him.”

I asked, my voice sounding hoarser than I planned. "There is a difference between a Cartel and a Mafia boss… but yeah, they are similar enough." "So…" I ran my hand through my hair, trying to organise my thoughts. Gangs. Just like him… "You know Judah had a gang…" I said, feeling my emotions all over the place. Although his was just totally different, and they terrorised people. "A gang is different from an organisation, but do you remember anything about it, or what they called themselves? Any information could help us." He asked sharply.

“What the hell is a Vengas? Why did you bring me all the way down here? If this is a trap, I’m absolutely not playing your ridiculous game.” I laughed, stepping closer, my voice dropping to a low, cold warning. “You are so incredibly clueless about yourself,” I said, my tone mocking his ignorance. “You think you know exactly who you are, Noah? You don’t know anything. A Vengas is not a human being. They are terrifyingly dangerous, capable of stealing a wolf’s entire power with a single touch. And you? You are officially one of them.”