Muslim Mafia Novels & Stories

He was one of the most richest man of the world and he liked to show off his riches. People were awestruck seeing such eye captivating and magnificent decorations. It was an assemblage of about 350 people, all of them belonging to the high ranks of Irish mafia, Arabian mafias, Italian mafias, Indian mafias, Pakistani mafia, Chinese mafia, Japanese mafias and Russian mafias. All of them who were no less than the monsters.

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.

"What happened?" She looked at me with pure disgust. "I lost, Juliet. I lost big. And since you love giving it away for free to losers like him," she pointed toward the bedroom where Leo was currently climbing out the window to save his own skin, "you can go do it for the Malikas. At least they’ll get my money back." What? Malikas? The Malikas. The biggest mafia gang in the city. Everyone knew the name. Everyone knew that once you went into their world, you never came back out.

he told and looked at everyone with a proud grin and a smirk broke on his wife, Zabda's face. Ahmed shook his head in disapproval and stood up. "You don't want to mess with them Sabeeh. That is freaking Mafia. Russian Mafia," he pointed out exasperated. "They can't do us any harm," Sabeeh retorted back. His face was turning red by each passing second with rising anger. "When they will be ruined, they won't be able to get us back," zabda said haughtily. "Oh so you think Russian Mafia is dependent on a fucking plant," Ahmed mocked. "It won't affect them even a little. You will get. What? Only 500 billion dollars."

"Of course, sir, your orders will be here momentarily." Malaki was off to the side with Alaric and Jonah. "They seem trustworthy," he commented after observing the other's interaction. "They are Mafia's. Mafia's can't be trusted." Alaric was still wary of them. He has seen firsthand how merciless Mafia can be. Malakai understood precisely where he came from, but "In the eyes of the world, we are no different from Mafias. We are criminals."

I raised my eyes to his. Logan nodded curtly. "They're a mafia organization affiliated with Crimson Eagle Industries, the competitor to Gil's. These men run the dark of the world. They handle all the 'business' that Crimson Eagle might need to stay off the books. Brutal, connected, loyal only to one man.”

Actually, all the other Muslims in the restaurant looked at them, like who the heck are these men standing there nearly blocking the entrance? I guess Saleh has never had lunch with Serge and Bev before, otherwise, he'd know they have these men around them wherever they went. Serge did casually lie to him earlier about those men as simply bodyguards. Little did Saleh know, they were mafia. Eventually, Saleh gets into a very chatty mode with me. I learned that he's twenty years old and resides in a wealthy residential gated community with his parents and young siblings. He seems like a very well-mannered young man. He starts discussing his need to marry early in life and have a family of his

The blood spilled on my white dress and I guess that's the actual nature of being the daughter of a mafia and wife of the godfather instead of believing tears to leak from my eyes a smile embraced my lips. His body falls on the floor leaving the floor flooded with blood. Maximo and his crew stride inside they all watched me with a glorious face, their weapons dropped and they knelt on the floor showing a sign of respect, placing their hand near the heart they bowed their head and when they lifted their head they all gazed at me and said. "Welcome to his mafia world."

It's not a simple thing to do. “What penalties do they give women who misbehave?” I asked curiously. “I'm sure my father does horribly, so be honest with me.” “There are three big crimes that a woman is not forgiven for within the mafia: betrayal, child abuse, and theft,” Alessandro said calmly. “In all of them, women are killed. The other crimes can be managed depending on the situation, but broadly speaking, it's those three that earn you a firing squad.” I swallowed my soup hard.