Muslim Mafia Mga Nobela at Kwento

After Arianna said the grace, Signor Rossi carved the roast and we began eating. “Beth, you're quite famous. Those tweets about the mafia. You practically broke the algorithm and gained many followers, eh,” Signor Rossi said and I looked at Ari surprised that she had revealed that much to them. However, I could see that she was just as surprised as I was. Her father chuckled as he saw our expressions. “You think I'm not on Twitter? It's the most unfiltered and biggest news platform right now. I see the amount of death threats you get daily. You'll have to be careful while you're here though, this city is full of the Mafia.”

"I've found you a good match." My fingers closed tight. "What good match?" "Rocco Cortez." She blew out a ring of smoke, squinting at me. "The Serviss family's top enforcer. Has dozens of men under him. Makes millions a year. You marry him, you're set for life. Eat well, drink well, ten thousand times better than being some crap lawyer." My whole body locked up. Every bit of blood in me went cold. Rocco Cortez. The one they called "Serviss's mad dog."

Eden’s POV “Shit,” Storm cussed under his breath. We all stopped dead in our tracks. The three men were large, very large. Their muscular arms were covered in tattoos. Mafia. I could tell right away. I scanned their arms. Most werewolf mafia were tattooed. But I was looking for something specific. A signia that would tell me which mafia family they were from. Some werewolf mafia families only circulated in the human world. They were completely integrated, and didn’t really care about the werewolf world. They had massive empires and they ran their businesses under human cover. They were discreet and careful not to draw too much attention to themselves.

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.