Mafiosa Comic Novels & Stories

The older woman said. "Miss...Miss Mia?! You are calling Mia Miss? And you are a personal maid? I cannot believe this. I just can't believe this. What have you done to Marco, Mia? Why did you turn him into a man who is willing to listen to whatever rubbish that comes out of your mouth? Marco is not the Marco that I know and fell in love with. He is not the man that you have made him become. do you know that he has a lot of responsibilities and that they are a lot of people are depending on him? if you turn in into your personal errand boy who listens to everything that you say and who even gives you a maid just because you want it what is going to become of the entire mafia organisation and

Melissa finished Giovanna’s sentence, as if it were a well-known mantra around here. “Now let’s stop talking about this and let the girl eat in peace. We don’t want her getting indigestion thinking about them.” The woman leaned down, gave my face a friendly pat, and left the room. I stared at the door, trying to understand what kind of mafia universe allowed servants to feel so comfortable. It felt like I was in a parallel world.

The movement surprised even Diego, that the future Don of Casa Ndrangheta a young man feared by enemies and respected by allies was now kneeling before a lion and explaining things patiently. Mufasa tilted its head slightly, almost as if it were genuinely listening, like it understood every single word. “Sorry buddy I got you” he said giving Mufasa a kiss. The lion closed its eyes briefly and for the first time since Francesco mentioned leaving, Mufasa appeared calmer as its tail moved slightly across the floor, a sign that it was slowly accepting the decision. “So the boss has this soft spot in him?” Diego asked himself as he couldn't believe the sharp contrast between the devil who killed

“Her? A Mafia?” I turn my head towards Kane and Russo. I had not been paying attention to a single word that was exchanged between them earlier. Apparently, someone thinks of me as a joke. And this man is Russo. He bellows with unrestrained laughter, laughing so much until he clutches his stomach and doubles over as if he had been told the world’s funniest joke. I narrow my eyes at him. “What’s wrong with that? Don’t you accept women into the Mafia?” Russo wipes the tears that escaped his eyes, trying to catch his breath. Kane remains surprisingly patient and quiet as this guy. Russo slaps his leg and starts laughing again.

LUCYA I walked to my bedroom then I reached for the laptop which Maximo gave me. There are lots of folders on the screen, I got confused of which one I should click on first. I saw a folder named, 'Records', I clicked on it. I got a list of names. I keep on scrolling down, and I got aware that all those peoples have been killed. Looking upon the other folders. I got Maximo's profile details in which has written in, he is a mafia godfather. I staggered, Maximo is a mafia godfather. He is the leader of this gang? I should talk to him...I didn't know he would be a murderer. I'm a little terrified for facing him since I knew his truth, but why he brought me here? I should find out what is his am

- You are a hypocrite that frankenstein, it was not David Del Valle, you disrespected me first, and I always knew that the damned one is still alive, and I am not sure where you have him, but I do know he is alive. Maria De La Cruz, and her people had undoubtedly gone overboard with their actions again, as they would have bought one more great enemy, but what is a mafia without enemies? They put the Colombian totally naked, they totally changed him, they checked his ears, hair, nails, so that he would not have any secrets, they left him in the Brazilian border to survive as he could, and that was undoubtedly the beginning of the great mafia war, that would have been detonated, thanks to him,

Lorenzo said. "She is dangerous. They hacked into our systems," Paul said. "What! If they manage to hack into your system and you are one of the best, that means they can hack any mafia system," Lorenzo said. "She has. I know she has," I told them. "How?" James asked. "If their system knows which tattoo belongs to which mafia, which cars, the leaders, their wives, and children, you think that they haven't?" I asked, and they all kept quiet. "We need them on our side as soon as possible. Maybe she can help us defeat Elijah," James said.

“How’s Sofia?” Marcelo reclined further into the cushion, his gaze never wavering from Georgina's anguished eyes. He took a slow, deliberate sip from a crystal glass filled with amber liquid, savoring the moment before responding. "Sofia is safe, at least for now," he finally conceded, his words laced with an unsettling ambiguity. Georgina felt a glimmer of relief at his assurance, but it was fragile, like a fleeting ray of sunlight in a storm. She knew that, in Marcelo's world, safety was a short concept, subject to his whims and fancies.

Immediately I look back, but I can barely distinguish by the edge of the ajar door that Black, George and the contractor continue to fix the picture. "Yes, of course." I mutter. "Do you have basic math skills?" "Of course." "Tell me how much is twenty-four for two." Are you kidding me? "Forty-eight." I say, completely safe. "That's the message. Adjö (See you again)." Hang. This man has made me more tense than I was. I don't know what kind of mafia Black is into, but this is starting to disgust me a lot. More so, remembering that twenty-four were the millions they were leaking, according to the contract.

“You could all have been hurt because I was so stupid and naive. If I had stayed with you, guys, none of this would have happened. Alek wouldn’t have to lose five million dollars to give to that old wrinkly greedy fat asshole.” The SUV suddenly goes silent, and then is filled with laughter that makes me jump. I look around with at least six grown men laughing at me. “Did I say something funny?” Sasha shakes his head from the front seat. “Old wrinkly greedy fat asshole. Maybe I should use that as an AI prompt, but don’t worry, Jasmine. We’ll get his money back.” I clutch his shoulder. “What do you mean by that?”