Muslim Mafia 소설 & 이야기

They were taken in by the elderly man in a grand mansion that resembled a palace. There, Aleah noticed numerous men in suits surrounding the estate. She discovered that her grandfather was no ordinary businessman—he was the leader of a powerful mafia group in Italy. His real name was Antonio De Luna. At the mansion, Antonio recounted the reason he hadn't been with Aleah's mother for 20 years. He was once the Alpha of a pack, but an unexpected tragedy struck, leading to the death of most of his pack members. He was blamed for failing to protect them from a deadly epidemic. The only ones he had managed to save were his own family. This incident was why he never formed another wolf pack, nor wa

He extended his arm while showing the red mark from her hit. Clara rolled her eyes, "Can you be a little more serious? Something bad is happening, and you're still worried about your reddened arm?" "Come on, the mission is well planned, and I know exactly what to do there. I won't attack Liam and his troops in Canada. In fact, I'm not tasked with attacking ElWagner's headquarters because Rafael has arranged a team from a mafia network led by Mikael Williams." "Who is Mikael Williams?" Clara furrowed her brow upon encountering another unfamiliar name in Lucas's story.

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.

Until he reached near the end: Marco DeSanti – Shared Sky (Sun and Moon) Symbol: Shattered Wheel Status: Claimed Alessandro felt a lump in his throat. He had taken Marco’s life. In the chapel, during the eclipse. It wasn’t merely punishment; it was part of something bigger—a ritual. He kept turning the pages. In transit Symbol: Withheld Event: Incomplete No name. No status. He flipped the page and hesitated. The last entry was sealed with wax, marked by a black seal that bore the same symbol the priestess had drawn in Marco’s blood.

“They’re brothers. Mafia in Sicily. The head honcho, Aamon De Luca, their dad, was killed.” My mind keeps drifting back to something I caught on TV a while back in Sierra’s office. She seemed to know the brothers and had a soft spot for one of them. I squint, trying to recall her exact words. She was pretty specific, like there was more beneath the surface. I thought about digging deeper then, but it didn’t seem relevant to either of my jobs. “The organization is falling apart. Nolan and Flint are on the brink of a full-blown war.” “And?” How well does Sierra really know these guys? Sometimes, the ties between people run deeper than they look.

“So, I'll give you two choices. It's either you open your mouth and spill every answer to the questions I ask you, or you'll find out the real reason I'm referred to as the lunatic Alpha.” Even I could feel goosebumps on my skin. I felt bad for everyone on Sven's bad side. “I'm just a rookie worker, please…” his words got cut off by the clicking of the guns held by Sven's men. This could definitely be a part of the ‘1000 ways to die’ show. “Fine. I'll…I'll tell you what I know.” “Now we're on the same page. Everything you know about Kazim Dorlo.” “He's…he's one of the top Mafia lords amongst the Arabs.” He stuttered as he explained. “From what I heard, he…he moves around with Arnaldo, Hakim,

“He made it possible for you to live, and this is my own way of thanking him. He did all this for his mother. Why should I abandon him after getting what I wanted?” “Ava, are you hearing yourself?” Peter’s voice hardened. “Don’t be fooled by his generosity. Men like that don’t change overnight.” I pulled my hand away from his. “There’s a rumor about him being in the mafia. There’s a whole conspiracy surrounding him. I did quite a lot of research about him, and something is not adding up.” “I don’t care.” The words came out immediately. Peter stared at me. “I’m not leaving until my contract ends. Matter of fact, he has agreed to terminate my contract after one year if his mother gets well.”

She already suspected that her grandfather and Dante were in the same line of work, and she knew the only reason they were keeping so many secrets was because they were doing something illegal. The rest of the drive was done in silence, the tension between the both of them, palpable, although, Chiara’s eyes were closed for the rest of the journey. She only opened her eyes when the car came to a halt. Dante stepped out of the car and she followed suit. She glanced at the building as she did. Loud music coming from inside, people lining up to get in, and bodyguards in front of the entrance. “I-is this a club?” Chiara asked Dante, but he said nothing. He walked up to one of the bodyguards, mutt

Manik seethed looking at her and she got shifted on the bed when she found him opening his shirt buttons. "Let me tell you kitten who actually i am. I am a mafia who rules mumbai. Whole mumbai is under my control and now you also. You were unlucky my kitten because i have already selected you for myself now you're mine. Willingly of unwillingly you have to be on my bed. You will be fucked by me every night. You will be called as my whore in my mansion." He roared like a tiger and threw the white shirt on the bed, besides her.

“If I ask you of course it matters, are you a maid? did they let you attend the party and you're so grateful to be in the middle of high society?” What a clueless little man, all his beauty ended there for me. Arrogant jerk. “Let me guess, you must be the asshole son of some criminal in here and you grew up thinking that everything is about your navel? and that everybody is afraid of you because you are the son of a don, but the reality is that you have never left the video game and you only live by retelling daddy's stories!” He started laughing, laughing at my face with disdain that made me so angry I could punch him in the face.