Muslim Mafia Novels & Stories

" Stab gave out a pretty loud chuckle which to him, whenever he laughed that way whoever he is facing begins to shake with fear, but to his surprise neither Jake nor his boys shaked. In a blink of an eye, two new versions of GLK Mercedez Benz roared into life and parked behinds Jake's car and the G-5 hilux, afterwards fourteen mafia men alighted from the two GLK's. They were all dressed like the typical ghetto cultist, each holding a sword. Of a truth, the Black axe confraternity was more dangerous than the way it was portrayed. They don't look for trouble nor wreck havocs except when you step on their toes. It was an amalgamation of several regiments.

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

That same hand that pulled a trigger right in front of me. I placed the photo back down. The bitterness burned through my throat like acid. The phone on the bed vibrated. A message popped up from Luca. ~ LUCA: The church priest’s file you asked for. I'm sending the details now. I unlocked the phone and scrolled through. Name: Father Kieran Hale. Background: An Unknown Orphan Occupation: Parish Priest of St. Philomena Cathedral. Age: 27. Former Occupation: A church worker. I scrolled down to see a picture attached down. He really had changed, his once tough body now looked fragile under my gaze, his faltering fake smile looked clean like he couldn't hurt a fly.

"Samantha, I agree you lost your mother in a mafia fight, but not all mafia people are bad. Keep this in your mind." She chuckled darkly while resting her hands on his chest. She pushed him back. "Mafia is good, my foot!" She chuckled. "You are telling me that the mafia is good, but even after what I saw, it is rubbish." "You have burnt that boy alive. Normal people can't do such a thing, but only mafia people can." "You are not a human, but a monster!" "Are you even in your consciousness? What are you talking about?" He yelled out while losing his patience.

I looked at her. "I was just following orders." she replied as i raised an eyebrow at her. Who keeps giving them orders? I was about to ask from who but Alexia beat me to it. "From a man named Moscov." Marina replied "Moscov? Does that ring any bell?" Alex asked me. It does ring a bell. Moscov is the right hand man of the Russian mafia leader and we are allies. He wouldn't, would he? Or, Moscov is a fucking snitch.

I'm thinking the last one was pretty spot on. " I mean- He's just Killian Russel.. a ruthless billionaire who does whatever he wants " He nodded his head. " Interesting.... " He said and I stood up. Walking away from him I silently went into a room which was just Madam A and Delilah. Madam A didn't notice me a since she was turned and Delilah didn't either. She banged her stick. " Again " Delilah prepped herself before she turned swinging her back leg up but failing to hold it.

Immediately the door was slammed shut, Roman turned to look at Jamie, "Azazel's family used to be the head of the Mafia. Grandfather took over when he got to the human world." "You know, Werewolves crave dominance and he made the mafia his pack. Now, Azazel wants to rule the mafia." Roman explained. On the other hand, Jamie was a bit surprised, she had been trying to get Azazel to meet her, so they could talk. However, he had been evading her. Also, all the plans she had set up to catch him never worked. Seeing Jamie in deep thought, Roman continued, "We can't let him rule the mafia. It's our territory." He said, with so much resoluteness.

He wasn’t kidding when he said his apartment was bigger than mine, his walk-in closet was bigger than my living room and kitchen combination. I grabbed another t-shirt and some shorts and padded around until I found the bathroom. I took off the old t-shirt and hopped in the shower. I don’t know why but the word “mafia” wouldn’t leave my head. What did I know about it? Not a lot, just what I’d seen in old movies and TV. Illegal activities, bribing cops, drugs, murder. I sighed.

Massimo could tell she was trying very hard to block out this conversation—was it because she needed to focus or she didn't like what Massimo was saying? "Sir!" The man tried to lurk to attention, but Elena's hands kept the weakened man contained. "Sir," the man repeated. "I took this mission very seriously—so did all the others you picked." "Then prove it," Massimo replied. Elena glared at Massimo. That answered Massimo's question—she didn't like how he was speaking to his lackey apparently. "There's a group, sir," the man finally said. "Up near the border with Canada, there's a mafia family called the Marinos making deals with other members and then completely breaking them. They were... s

she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. Alessandro cleared his throat, composing himself. "So...yes, they are mafia." "Mafia?" she repeated. "You mean the ones with hats and black suits, guns strapped all over their bodies?" "I’m not sure they’re always on suits.” He said, sipping his coffee. “but I mean the ones who rule with brutality, who traffic drugs and guns, who extortion and violence, are their only languages. The ones who will stop at nothing to maintain their power and control. Yes, that’s the one."