Muslim Mafia Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Not exactly. Why are you obsessed with me? What does Cardinal want? I know it's not my mafia." "You're a mafia devil." I said "I know that much from the file I found in your closet." "What file?" he asked furiously "The file about you seeing a therapist for a year when u were thirteen to control your anger. You were incredibly violent as a child." I answered a little frightened "I also know that you're going to New York by the next month. The mafia that you have here is just a bunch of people from other mafias helping to cover you while you protect Royalty from Cardinal. You're moving back to New York when all this is over. Your real mafia is there."

I pushed her to the brink. “Boss, you good with that?” Deron asks, snapping my focus back to the present. I look around the dark SUV as my inner circle, Deron, Stephon, Kris, and Max, are preparing to help orchestrate a raid on a meatpacking plant. It’s one of many business fronts for the Scarfo mafia. This one, in particular, is run by Vinnie and his crew. It took a little digging, but Max managed to track the bastard down with ease.

" On your right side. Turn the lamp on. " Catalina found the switch and pressed it. As soon as she touched it, an alarm went off. The pakhan snatched the gun from her hands and with one hand pushed her on the bed with him. She collided with his naked hard chest and now the gun rested on her cleavage. " Rule number 1 . Never believe a Mafia. " He laughed loudly and footsteps echoed in the corridor. The door opened with several men in there and one of them switched on the lights at last.

For a guy with all his wealth, he’s pretty fucking stingy. It’s all about control. That’s all he knows. Mia doesn’t understand him the way I do. He didn’t come from some wealthy family any more than she or I did. The Morelli family was low-level back when he was a kid, existing on the fringes of the more powerful players. Morelli’s old man had a talent for being in the right place at the right time and knowing how to make himself useful. In our world, being useful is right up there with being faithful. If you know how to contribute and can keep your mouth shut, you have it made.

“No one here will spill the beans on your presence. We have rules.” I glanced up at him, my eyebrows raised. “Rules?” He smirked. “Remember how I told you about rule number one when we went shopping? Well, this is rule number two: ‘No snitching’.” “What do you mean?” I asked quietly, taking note of how closely I was walking beside Logan, as though he served as some sort of barrier against the other attendees. “I mean,” he said, casually draping his arm around my shoulders, “everyone here is part of the mafia or some other criminal organization. They don’t give a shit if some billionaire’s daughter is here, and that’s if they even notice you—which they won’t. No offense.”

"I want access. You’re Raphael's brother. You work inside his empire. I want you to be my eyes and ears. Feed me information. Sabotage when necessary. Undermine quietly." Lorenzo recoiled slightly. "You want me to betray my brother?" Martin's smile didn't waver. "I want you to help me destroy him." "You’re insane." "Maybe. But I have the video. And I know how to make it go viral. Police, press, social media. You'll be roasted alive." Lorenzo balled his fists. "You're blackmailing me." "Let's call it bargaining." Silence stretched between them as the city lights shimmered below.

"It's why I came here from Singapore. We tried to use our money, our power, everything. But the man who got my father in this situation is very powerful. Only thing I know about him is that he's connected to the infamous mafia gang, Wolf rain." In an instant, Maryam's ears rang as soon as she heard the name of the gang. She remembered the man that had come to save her from Ivan and guessed that Damian was probably talking about them. "I've heard Abdullah Saleh has good ties with them. He can easily talk them into taking the case back and resolving this matter through mutual discussions." He smiled at the end, trying to sound persuasive which reminded her of David when he tried to convince he

, Alan mused again, a smile playing on his lips. The American mafia was one of the three biggest mafias in the underworld, alongside Spain and the African mafia which was a combination of all the African mafias under one Don. Alan has the Spanish mafia under his thumb, along with over thirty other mafias under his thumb. Owning the African mafia was a question of time and a stupid decision on Kofi Adlojojo’s end but he could throw his weight around in the African mafia. Owning America gives one more power than they can fathom, a total control of the south and north and a direct access to the gangs scattered along the Mediterranean but Alan Poza was not a greedy man. Infact, his fair judgemen

Something hard inside the seam snagged under my finger. I paused my inspection and gently pulled at the stitching. A very small metal object slipped free from the seam and landed silently in the palm of my hand. My jaw immediately tightened with cold realization. I instantly recognized this specific symbol. I hadn’t seen this mark in years. It was the mark of a very old mafia group. They didn’t publicly announce themselves. These men were known for never missing a target. They were known for settling old debts through family bloodlines. They specialized in using debt, leverage, and family members, and they were famous for targeting women to brutally break the power of the men they hated.