Move In Day Mafia Novels & Stories

He said one day he'd save enough and he'd buy us a house. He said there would be a little mailbox in front of it. And the nameplate would say Lorenzo & Liana. He said we'd get married in that house. Raise a kid in it. Live a quiet, ordinary, happy life. He said someday, when we were old, we'd watch the sunset together and just go. Then they took him. Locked him in a cellar. Said unless we paid up, they'd shoot him. The mafia has a rule. You never go to the police. Not for anything. You go to the cops, your man dies.

” Janice ~”Why are you carrying? Kayley ~”I sort of had someone that was trying to kill me.” Janice ~”Fuck I also want a mean ass mafia boss as my man.” Just then the phone rings. It is Jackson. I don't answer. Janice ~”So what now?” Kayley ~”I am supposed to move into this big ass mansion tomorrow.” Janice ~”Is this not your third move?” Kayley ~”I kind of have my own turf and crew now.” Janice ~”Like a mafia queen?”

After four long hours of driving, I finally stop in front my house-my parent's house. Still the same two story house, with the obnoxiously large water fountain in the middle of the driveway. I guess you could say I was born into a rich family, actually very rich. Papa's older brother, Pedro Alfonso, was head of the Spanish mafia. When he died of a heart attack, his wife, Cristina Alfonso, and son, Dante Alfonso, came to live with us.

I was to be wedded to Ace Hernandez. The roles of women in mafias are very traditional. To obey and serve. To be complacent doormats. Fucks sake. If father thinks by uniting our mafia's through marriage would mean me giving up my mafia to fucking Ace, he's got another thing coming. And if Ace fucking Hernandez expects me to obey and serve, I will gladly cut out his fucking heart and shove it down his throat. I am no one doormat. Father, as he put it, gave me a way to ally with the American mafia. To ensure peace between our mafia and theirs. No one wanted a war. So what am I supposed to do? It was a strategic move nothing more.

She had to trust in his abilities, just as he trusted in her to stay safe. In the night , Felix met with his fellow trusted agens in a hotel, the tension in the room was palpable as they discussed their plan of they will burst one of the most popular brothel In the city, They knew that a war against the mafia world was not to be taken lightly. Lives were at stake, and there would be no turning back once they set their plan in motion. Felix stood tall, his eyes filled with determination. "Gentlemen, tonight we make our move. We will dismantle the empire of the donMark, the mafia kingpin. It's time to bring justice to the lives affected by their crimes." Felix said,

Luckily for me, though she probably wasn't asleep, she shut the bedroom door, leaving me to roam my office as needed without her knowledge. There are a few shipments due for arrival, and I must make the calls to see whether they've arrived at their destination. These are shipments of girls and drugs, just a wonderful part of my unwanted fucking job. But as they say here in the mafia, exclude yourself from the job, put on a brave face and fake your way through—the money talks for itself. The calls take up the best part of three hours of my life, but I find each arrives promptly. It's only at the end of the last call that the security cameras send a message that movement has been detected out

“Listen to me: if you ever see that man again, avoid him at all costs. He’s part of the Mafia. He’s involved in all sorts of illegal activities. He’s dangerous, Charity—a monster! You’re lucky you didn’t provoke him.” “Mafia?” Charity repeated, stunned. “Yes! He frequents nightclubs, but I didn’t expect to see him here. Just stay out of his way if you ever see him again,” Milet warned, pulling her toward the exit. Charity winced. “But I didn’t even get a clear look at his face. My vision was blurry!” “It doesn’t matter! Let’s go—I’ll take you home,” Milet insisted, hurrying her to the waiting area.

“Alex, where are you?” “Coffee shop on Third.” “Leave NOW. Don’t go home. Get to the nearest field office. A coordinated move just went live against you.” Cold washed through me. “What kind of move?” “The kind where you don’t walk away. MOVE.” The call ended. I grabbed Maya’s hand. “We go. Right now.” We moved fast. My pulse hammered so hard my vision blurred. We slid into our old Honda—paint chipped, engine coughing like a chain smoker.

Some of David Del Valle's people were placed as infiltrators in the Romero's teams. Meanwhile in Argentina, Maria, had a very particular visit in Bella Vista, because the men of the Mexican mafia showed up at her house, dressed as an internet fixer, they staged a scene where part of the team was faking a fix, and the main person in charge of that operation talked inside with the young De La Cruz and warned her about the strange orders that the boss sends her to carry out;

She observed as the cards were distributed, one by one, to both Marcelo and Matteo. As Marcelo and Matteo immersed themselves in the intense game of poker, Georgina's attention was momentarily diverted to a subtle exchange taking place between the guards. Matteo, with a mere nod, signaled his guard, who elegantly approached Marcelo's guard carrying two bags in his hands. The exchange happened swiftly and discreetly, their actions revealing a clandestine transaction unfolding before Georgina's eyes.