Muslim Mafia Novels & Stories

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,

“Which means we need to be extremely careful with whoever we choose.” He leaned closer slightly. “And let’s not forget there’s a chance the person eventually finds out about your mafia business.” My eyes narrowed instantly. “So what exactly are you suggesting?” Michael tapped his fingers thoughtfully against his glass before speaking. “We need someone desperate. Someone who needs money badly enough to agree to your conditions.” Michael paused meaningfully. “Someone who has something… or someone… important to lose.” My expression slowly sharpened with interest. “That makes sense,” I admitted. “But the problem is almost everybody is desperate for money these days.”

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.

“The Irish mob planted a guard in the New York cosa Nostra to learn secrets about the business since the don has refused to merge ,and the guard was killed . The revenge plan was to kill he’s girlfriend and take Mr Adams hostage until the don agrees to merge business or handover …or so we figured” He’s girlfriend? The don distributed the files across the table as the woman was talking until it got to me . It was pictures of the dead guard and pictures of Cain and I as we boarded the jet earlier. This is so scary and overwhelming . Someone was watching us? My hands trembled as I held the pictures . I felt a hand squeeze my thigh from the split on my dress ,it send shivers down my spine and I

I swallowed hard, but he wasn’t done. "You think I’m just some big muscle Mafia idiot." He tilted his head, his dark eyes glinting with amusement. "Let me remind you, Ari. My father was the consigliere. I have more info on the Mafia than the Don himself. And my family have always kept it quiet. You think we would have kept it quiet if we didn’t have any brains? You think we would be the leading Mafia family in the country, in this continent, if we didn’t have any brains?"

" Marco said. He really would not mind cutting off contact with his family for Mia. None of his family members Besides his dead nother had ever treated him like a real family. There never had a family bond between them so why should it start now? It was just so pretentious. "Marco! How can you say that? I am your sister for goodness sake. No matter what we are each other's family and we are each other's blood. Don't tell me that you are going to abandon our decades of being family just for this woman? We have traditions here in the mafia organisation and mafia lords are always asked to married the daughter of other mafia lords. I won't let you break that tradition and bring chaos among us. O