Muslim Mafia Novels & Stories

“The Muse group has been the group that exterminated itself from having anything to do with other groups. If you remember, I said five of the seven groups collaborated in order to put an end to the mad lady. The Muse group did not partake. They had been quiet and sidelined themselves, but behind those quiet contents were schemy people. They have various chains and clans under them that Carry out illegal activities. Several mafia and underworld clans have submitted their sovereignty to the leader, Brooks. They deal with arms, drugs, and weapons. They contribute mostly to the wars that are waging in various parts of the country. This group just happens to be the worst of all. Worse than the gr

Quinn asked. “Depends…. What did he do?” “Betrayaled the Famila and he raped a nine year old.” I looked at him in disgust. The Mafia was a gang of murders, thieves and robbers but they were what you could term, loyal and royal class thieves. Pedophiles are vermin to any Mafia mob with a boss that has a head on his shoulders. I stared into his eyes. My gaze had a dead aura to it. I was completely unfazed by my plans for him.

“The only thing humorous about you both is your miserable lives and utter lack of intelligence.” The class erupted into stifled snickers, and Engineer Akinyemi let the moment linger, clearly pleased with himself for reasons best known to him. Finally, he added, “The mafia can also be called the mob, the syndicate, the outfit… or even la nosa costra.” He paused abruptly, his expression darkening at the sound of a barely audible giggle. “Mirabel! Or should I say Miracle?” he snapped, zeroing in on her. “Care to share what’s so funny?”

Mafia from China has arrived in Dubai. "Damn!" Abellard still hadn't lowered his voice. "Relax a little, Dude." "What the hell! That's Byakko, Man! The most powerful mafia group in Asia! Why are you causing trouble, if they find out you are a Mafia Boss from the Middle-East, you will die!" Hearing that, Ozgur just smiled. "Ozgur, say something, they don't know about you yet, right?" asked Abellard. Ozgur huffed in annoyance. "I know Liu Xingsheng, of course they already know about me."

A simmering tension hung in the air between us. Tommy, a familiar face in the mafia underworld, caught my attention as he sat in a metallic wheelchair. His presence was a reminder of the ruthlessness and resilience that permeated our world. Despite his physical limitations, Amidst the esteemed Dons, I noticed the Mafia Don priest, Krystallo, dressed in his priestly regalia. His dual identity struck a chord within me, a reminder of the blurred lines between the sacred and the profane in our dark realm. I wondered what role he played in this gathering, what secrets he held close to his chest.

But on the other hand, I also felt worried about what he said earlier. “Farah, my work always involves something scary.” I had suspected this, but for now, I held back from responding because I wanted to hear everything he was hiding. He looked at me as if trying to strengthen himself before speaking again. “Boss Michael and I come from a very famous mafia group. The Noctis; Boss Michael is the leader.” Hearing this made me freeze instantly; my mind went blank because I didn’t know what to say. All this time, I had known that the mafia were terrifying criminals, involved in dangerous and tense lives. It was no wonder Diego got injured.

We go on and on about some arms exports and imports. "There's a masquerade ball the day after tomorrow, on Thursday, you and Amber will have to represent the Bianchi group of organizations." Says Harlow. I nod. To the world, we are just successful businessmen, but our roots are that of the mafia. We've got our hands in many illegal trades; arms, drugs, money laundering etcetera. But I have abolished human trafficking and slavery from our family. A family stands for an organization under me. At Night: Amber returns, clearly exhausted, but she plays her part. "Alessandro, I missed you." She says as she gives my shirt a slight tug.

"He won't tell anything to us, Shehryaar" Moosa's brown eyes moved towards Shehryaar who stood beside him. They both looked towards the man, tied to the chair. Blood smeared his face all over, his face hardy recognizable. "He is of no use to us" Shehryaar's grey eyes moved back at him as he stared back. They both knew the tremors which left the tied man's body. Shehryaar was Moosa's mafia partner and his best friend's Irtaza's only brother. The three of them together controlled the mafia in Pakistan and Iran, dividing the land in three parts.

Auracio His best friend. — I am going to become very close to his best friend. I often think back to what happened at the very beginning, to the winding path that led us to where we are today. It is important to understand that the mafia has its roots in a distant past, long before the world ever heard of it. Some historians believe that its origins may date back to the Muslim conquest of Sicily, when Christian princes, forced into exile, took refuge in the mountains and remote areas. To continue to secretly rule over their lands, they supposedly formed secret societies based on strict codes of honor and a rigid organization. These groups, dogmatic and elitist, laid the foundations for the m

The meeting continued. Leonard Kim, head of the Shadow Mafia in Italy, stood after a moment. He had that measured look, like every word was chosen for effect. “Sir Eric, the other mafia organizations in America are in chaos. Since those three major groups were arrested with heavy evidence from a government spy, they’ve been scrambling to find new alliances.” I set my phone aside and faced him. “Indeed.” “I think you should be careful,” he said, eyes looking at me. “Of course.”