Move In Day Mafia Novels & Stories

A power move is what this gala really is, where different mafia men meet up to make connections and sometimes even start or push through with an ongoing deal. And in all my existence I have never felt this way about a human being before not to speak of a lady like Mia. It is just attraction, deep bone attraction. Yet why do I feel like my chest is about to come off when that bastard Moretti leans closer. I am up from the stool, feet taking long strides as I move across the hall to where they are. “Detach.” Just one word that carries so much authority. My face is blank, refusing to let anything pass through.

The thought of being close to another woman makes me sick, but Harlow has left me with no choice. I need to get details about the new changes in the mafia family from Julia, she’s the only key to access the information. The jet lands after three hours of a journey. I enter the house. The house where I grew up, the house where I first met my soulmate. This house holds many precious memories, but I have to let it go. “Alessandro Bianchi?” A middle-aged couple enters from the main door. “That’s me,” I tell them. “I’m Richard Solem and this is my wife, Anna Solem, we’re here to look around the property,” the middle-aged man tells me.

Five guards step out of it, and fall into step behind me instantly. With my phone in a pocket, and a pistol in my hand; eyes filled with deathly fury as we approach. The moment I step in, the sight before me makes my heart stop. Not because its new, I've seen thousands of dead bodies, it was worse after an all out war between two ruthless mafia Lords. What made my heart stop is the implication. "This is a lot." I mutter, noting the extent of damage that had been done. The thought of innocents being murdered, and killed for something they didn't do or had no idea of; makes my heart ache.

I say. "No, I am not going to marry you! You need to prove your love to me first," Mia says. "Mia, it will be easier if we are in one house. I want to protect you and the children, or else I would not ask you to marry me. I have many enemies and just made two very desperate enemies. Don Parisi always wanted me to marry his daughter, and Bria would stop at nothing to hurt or get me back. I beg you to allow me to protect you and my children. If you do not want to marry me, move in with me. We can stay here in New York as I can run the Mafia from any city," I say.

He didn't catch me unlike last time but yet I felt so scared because he was a freaking mafia boss which meant that he could do literally anything to me and that meant killing me in one go I couldn't bear it just the thought of death terrified me and yet I rotlsnr escape from this place that wasn't even sure if I would ever come out alive and I didn't even know what to do next but one thing was for sure, I was going to keep my mouth shut bro increase my chances of living. " Mia," I suddenly heard shooting me back to reality. I turned to see moa dressed in her normal maid's attire with her hair ties up into a pony tail. She looked all vibrant this morning with a charming smile that I wondered

My anger was rising and my grip on my assault rifle was tightening. It was Jerry Gill, the leader of the Dragonbone mafia group located in Camden. Unlike the Morgan family's mafia business that only deals with money laundering and online gambling, the Dragonbone mafia has no specific field. However, they were famous for human trafficking, especially trade for women and organs. Then I heard Jerry whistling while still groping Jeanne's body. "You have good taste in women. It's a pity that you —" I couldn't stand it anymore, so I cut him off. "Keep your filthy hands off my wife or ..."

I frowned thinking about it, but I didn't say anything else. I see a movement beside me - my eye catches it instantly, and my eyes widen as I look, wondering what it is. Something shimmery, something black. I'll be able to ignore it with the life I'm living. I'm aware that anything can happen at any moment - I'm always on my guard. It's about the first rule about mafia: Never trust anyone. Always be ready for some attack. And that's exactly what I am now. I'm ready just in case something is about to happen. Some unexpected occurrence pulls me down. My motto is simply to stand back up immediately and continue fighting, continue growing and improving in order to get what I want because the wor

“Set up a hidden camera in my office. Let him snoop all he wants. I want to see what he’s after.” “You got it.” I could hear the shuffle of movement on Mark’s end — the sound of loyalty in motion. Then he added, “On the bright side, we haven’t had any movement from the Black Reapers.” That made me laugh — low, sharp, dark. “That’s because Darrow has been busy reminding them who runs the streets. A few well-placed threats, a couple of trucks going up in smoke… that sort of motivation keeps them from getting ideas.” Mark gave a nervous chuckle. “They’re scared of the mafia again, huh?”

I said sharply. I didn’t wait for a response. I hung up with force that was almost enough to crack the screen of my phone. Rage bubbled in my chest like boiling oil. I reached for another phone, the one we used for our off-record business. The line connected after two rings and I slapped it to my ear. “I need money to be transferred from the mafia accounts into the business account,” I said with no worries expecting to be replied to instantly. But Regor who was on the other end replied almost immediately, “We can’t. Eyes are on the guys after the wedding. You can’t move another lump sum right now. It is too risky. Government eyes are gonna be on us and you know that.”