Mlp Mafia Novels & Stories

She was about to cross the line from being tipsy to being really fucking wasted. "You're a bad man," she pouted. "How so?" I leaned forward, actually curious about what she had to say. She closed her eyes, humming. "You're in the mafia. You run the mafia. You kill people. You hurt them. You make money off of their suffering." "It's just a job. Nothing personal. And besides, you're a member of the mafia too." She scoffed. "Only because I'm married to you. My family has never engaged me in their..." she scratched her head, trying to find the words, "...activities. "

Eva began. “Huh” Mia muttered with her mouth full. “We are the owner of the LOVA mafia group” she dropped the bombshell.

I grabbed my phone and made a quick search on the internet. Miguel Alejandro, ruthless leader of the Viperas mafia. A gang involved in illicit crimes such as gambling, drug trafficking, prostitution, extortion, fraud, loan sharking, protection rackets and many others. Considered to be highly dangerous, have never been caught, rumored to be in cahoots with the police and politicians.

He quickly let go of me and smiled. “I'm sorry, but we miss you so much. Are you going to stay with us now?” he asked me. “We’ll talk later; Rebecca continues the discussion,” I ordered them. Blade nodded at me, as did Rebecca. “As I said earlier, there will be a transaction that will happen next month—the MCP3 Project. We are one of the Mafia who will participate in that Project. The one who planned that project is one of the biggest Mafia around the world. The major Mafias involved in that Mafia Collaboration are Santiago’s Mafia, us, and another Mafia.”

he ask while we walk out of his house. I look at him like he's stupid "I'm not apart of the mafia I am the mafia," I say. He raises an eyebrow at me. "okay, maybe I'm not the mafia but I am a mafia queen I was born into the mafia so I'm mafia by blood," I tell him. he nods his head in understanding. "but seriously I am the mafia technically because Luca is the King of all mafia and he is the mafia so technically I am the mafia," I say trying to convince Blake but it didn't seem to work cause all he did was bust out and laugh. I pout a little and go over to Luca and I's car. "

Mr Nathan answered. "Hmm...a beauty with a nice name. Ria do you know who the MML are?" The leader asked. Ria nodded slowly. “We are really famous boss..even the blind one know us.” Speedy joked and they all laughed. The money make life gang are notorious robbers and hired assassins. Every young and old souls in Idaho know the MML but no one has ever seen their faces before and all effort to apprehend them have proved abortive. "Perhaps should we take her with us Kelly?" The leader asked the only female among them as he grabbed Ria's jaw.

"Do you truly not know that Randall wants to work with you?" The name hits me like a physical blow. Randall. The ghost of the drug world. The man who moves more product than some small nations, yet remains hidden, a whisper in the shadows. He’s never worked with any mafia group, preferring his own impenetrable network. The idea of him choosing the Ash Mafia… It’s monumental. A game-changer.

I explained as I sat down on the bed, while Klarissa walked over to the opposite side. "The Mafia business is a heartless venture.You should be aware that Mafia lords are willing to sell out their daughters just to protect their sons because they see them as a more valuable asset," Klarissa revealed. There was no denying anything she had spoken about because my father did not seem bothered about the consequences that could come with losing his daughter. "If only there was a way out of this..." I paused because an idea just popped up in my mind. "..or maybe there is one good idea," I added, smiling in the direction of Klarissa.

“Project Lazarus is how he’s bringing it back.” According to the files, Valentin had been gathering children of former mafia bloodlines—orphans, runaways, and those abandoned after purges—and training them off-grid in isolated compounds across Eastern Europe. Brainwashed. Engineered. Forged into weapons. Camilla’s voice broke the stunned silence. “He’s building an army.” “And they’ve been in place for years,” Marco said grimly. “Sleeping cells. Ready to strike.” Riccardo flipped the last page of the file.

He replied to her, standing from his seat to lean on his table. “How can a living subject be sold off without her own consent?” She inserted air quotes around the sold off. For a moment, Marie forgot she was standing in front of someone affiliated to the greatest and most dangerous Mafia group in the country. But, what did she have to lose? She was already brought here against her own will, and it doesn’t seem like anyone is going to answer the question as to why she’s here.