Muslim Mafia Novels & Stories

the judge had noted. Sadly, all of these events had helped spawn the new watch group known as the Copus peccate - related frightening stories from former Copus peccate members who warned of the dangers of joining. The media was now referring to Copus peccate as "God's Mafia." We fear what we do not understand, Myositis thought, wondering if these critics had any idea how many lives Copus peccate had enriched.

Chapter 272 Massimo stood in front of the railing of the tall skyscraper. He took a sip from his glass of rum, savoring the bitter taste on his lips. “Boss,” an average-height man, Paul, hurried towards him, bowing deeply first before reporting. “The Redbull mafia group are still putting up a fight, along with the other four mafia groups contesting for the position. Pardon me if I’m speaking out of place, but wouldn’t it be wise to contact the Vicenzo mafia group? They would be solid backup.”

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.”

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."

"A little bit. I mean he's nice to look at ok? But I'd hate to actually date him. The only good thing is he's hot and has money." "Why would you hate to date him?" "He's apart of the mafia. Growing up around violence all my life, I don't want more of that for myself. I'd also always be worried about mine and his safety, the longer you're in the mafia, the more enemies you get." He holds my hand fiddling with it. "I used to hear a lot about the mafia when I first started working at the club but slowly the talk died down because there were rumours they left or went underground. I personally think they went moved though. I haven't heard anything about them."

No one else would dare. I had escaped my father but I just basically went from frying pan to fire. Hakan was Scorpion, there was no doubt about it. I was in the arms of the deadliest and most feared mafia boss in the whole country and maybe further than that.