Novel & Cerita Mafia Vs Gangster

It was my job as il fantasma but as Alexia Skylar Hale, My job was to control my father's company by his side. My father was Chris Hale. The owner of the Hale company and the leader of the American mafia. We were the second most well known family because of our company. Us being in the mafia part was private. In the mafia world, we were ranked second and we were fine with it considering the family who was ranked first was my father's friend, an ally. They were the De Santis, Italian mafia. Like us, most people weren't aware of their involvement in the mafia world. Their leader, Ace, was 22 and rumors had it, he was good at his job. People were scared of him for reasons I knew all too well. I

“The place I sent him to might take him in as a child but once he starts to grow and they go to look around and dig deep for information involving his family or where he came from then that's when they'll find out that he is from the Russian mafia.” “They're not friends?” I chuckled at her innocent question as she blinked in confusion. “You amaze me sometimes. Friends? Mafias don't make friends with each other. If for anything they always wage wars and launch attacks on each other all the time just to see who is the greatest and the strongest. It's like a power tussle and it will never let them ever get along with each other” “When you say it like that then it makes them look stupid in my ey

“It wasn’t until weeks later that I found out he was… a mafia leader.” Darius frowned deeply. “A mafia?” he repeated, confused. “What is that?” “It is like…” I searched for the simplest words. “A powerful human gang. They rule cities from the shadows. They deal with weapons, money, crime, influence, and many things humans fear. And Antonio… he wasn’t a small one. He was at the top and people kind of trembled when they heard his name.” Darius stared at me as I had just spoken another language.

All too well did I know the car and the man it bespoke. The doors opened as one, and three men spilled out. They moved with deliberate calculation, sans tailored suits or obvious weaponry, yet exuding an aura of threat. It was in their posture-the predatory assurance, the faint, smug smiles-that put my teeth on edge. My opponent. Victor Moretti. What was he doing here of all places? My hold on Lena's hand tightened involuntarily. She gasped, looking up at me with wide, enquiring eyes, but at that moment, I just couldn't afford to give her even a second of my attention. A million and one scenarios flooded my mind, none of them good.

If the opponent knows everything about you, then you are already losing. That is how things will always be in friendship, love, and war. Sierra and Alek's situation is unique: living under the same roof, sleeping on the same bed, and being tied with marriage by someone who is almost but not quite an enemy. The blurry line between a suspect and a criminal is evidence, and both of them don't have one yet. At this rate, it will be a contest of who catches the other first. The second contest would be how big damage it can cause.

Eunice “The leader of Glyph has been trying to contact me,” Mitch said as we all huddled in the headquarters. The three of us waited and listened to what our leader was about to say but I guess all of us knew what Mitch was going to say. “They want a collaboration.” Glyph is the second most powerful male gang. Next to Ventrex. I heard that Glyph lost five consecutive fights with Ventrex. As a matter of fact, no gang has ever won against Ventrex.

None of them looked younger than twenty-four, meaning I had to be the youngest. The mansion belonged to one of the most feared men in the city, Domenico Fanucci. Although he tried covering his tracks behind a family vineyard and brewery, everyone knew him as one of the most ruthless and notorious mafia bosses. His sons had quite the reputation in the city as well, and it was not a good one. There was the youngest brother, Dante, known for his playboy ways, the middle child, Gian, known for his lack of manners, and at last, the oldest, the heir—Alessio, known for his hideous temper, cold aura, and handsome looks.

But I doubt if my father would declare my disappearance in the media. For sure, Dad would certainly hide it. Not only for my safety, or, should I say, for their inconvenience, butalso for my fiance's knowledge. Tiago loves me so much that he would be furious if he found out I was missing. He may have taken back all his investment through my father's company. But the worst scenario is that maybe Tiago could declare my father his enemy. Tiago Sanchez became a top mafia boss after his father died. At the age of twenty-five, he managed to take his group to the top. That's why my dad bowed over him, even though Tiago was far younger than him.

She was being a damn brat, but this conversation wasn't over. "I don't have a real life? I'm just some criminal to you?" I said, half laughing at how absurd of an accusation that was. I had a family to protect, multiple business I ran and funded, I had responsibilities set in place from hundreds of years ago. This wasn't some gang of teenage thugs fighting over drug deals. We were Italian mafia, a code... maybe a little like a cult. "I'm just saying, we are two very different people. We don't belong in each other's world. And I don't want to be some girl you get off with, let along make a mistake we can't fix."

“We found Misha’s daughter, she was held at the Bologna in one of the houses there and was guarded by members of Cosa Nostra.” This is good Bologna is a good place for them to hide the girl, it’s a busy city but crime is not at the level of the Mafia, petty crimes are the most popular there like pickpocketing and break-ins. We would have never even looked there but what the Mafia did not bet on is that I am not normal, and neither are the things I do or my way of thinking. They want to bring the brotherhood to their knees then they better start thinking like us instead of themselves.