Muslim Mafia Mga Nobela at Kwento

They had become enemies, and he had nearly died at Valentine's hands—the idea of warning him was absurd. To erase Valentine from his mind, Eugene thought about the Russian mafia he would soon meet. Commonly known as the Red Mafia, they were notorious for their cruelty. After the collapse of the Soviet Union, many elites including military generals and government officials had been absorbed into the Red Mafia. Unlike Italian mafia who valued family and honor, the Red Mafia was a thoroughly corporate-style organization that moved solely for profit.

When the men exchanged strange looks, Beth rose a brow. "Frederico was just telling us what happened." Her playful air went out the window just like that. Jasmine's inhale was sharp. "Who cut the brakes on the car?" She shot out, her eager eyes darting between Frederico and Alexander. Frederico glanced at Beth wearily. His hesitation was only too obvious and it confused her and caused her to tense up. "Who?" Jasmine demanded again. "A man called Mohammed Malik. He's a member of the viper crew. The viper crew is a gang here in New York with more power than your average gang."

"I ran away from home and took a job offer from the newspaper as a maid. When I found out what was happening here, it was too late for me to back out. Madame Jade might only command me to work as a maid for now, but it doesn't mean she won't command me to do something else in the future. She always said that if a man was looking for a fat blonde woman, she would throw me to the lions." "Who owns this place, Kamila?" May asked. Kamila didn't answer immediately. She glanced at the door for a few seconds before turning back to May. "He's a mafia," Kamila whispered. "His name is Nikolai. Nikolai Besolokov. He is also known as the Devil of the South. The north is run by Stone Black. Whis is why p

That bastard thought he would get away easily after giving me her but I didn’t have to deal with him as the Scorpions did that. Scorpions were the emerging mafia gang in the middle east and the thing that made them famous and most feared ones were that they didn’t have any rules. They were lethal while we had ones that were coming down since my grandfather. It was in the legacy that I couldn’t disobey besides I liked rules. These were the rules that I could bend in any way that pleased me.

I couldn't take the suffocation I felt. My father didn't stop me. He simply sighed as I made my way past him and into the family room. I wanted to laugh at the irony. I sat on the couch and stared at the piano. I wanted to play but I knew the moment I touched that piano I would break down. I had no room for emotion in my life right now. I was going to be the biggest Mafia Don this world had ever seen. Mafia Dons have no room for emotions or family. My father taught me that early on. “Good Evening Master, Neko is making Dinner. Would you like me to play you a song?” Ayla questioned as she spotted me staring at the Grand Piano.

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

"No! How can I just climb on your back? Moreover, there's an injury on your arm." JK yells, "Just shut up and do as I say!" "No, I won't! Why are you showing me mercy now?" "I have never seen a stubborn girl like you." Grabbing her hand forcefully, he makes her lean on his back. "This man, seriously! How long are you going to force me? Will you ever let me live peacefully? When will you stop all this?" "When you love me more than I do." "I'll never fall for you." "You won't have to do it, baby. It will happen automatically. Just wait and see." "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Walk as soon as possible; I'm so hungry." "It's high time to learn how to control your hunger." "Yah, I've never seen a stupid

“You have no idea who the fuck you are talking to right now. I ought to whip you until you bleed for this disobedient and disrespectful outburst.” Her eyes widened and her mouth went dry as it hung open. Not at his threats but rather the vclaim that he made—his words echoing in her mind. The mafia king? As in the leader of the vicious MMM group from Karachi? Never in a million years had Anissa thought that she would be facing the leader of the most powerful mafia in the country. The identity of the leader of the mafia was kept hidden from the public but his malicious and merciless killings and acts were infamous throughout the country. Anissa wasn’t that much of a news person or a socialite

she asked in shock. I sighed and nearly slapped my forehead. "No, not Alexei. The Turkish mafia," I replied. "Oh, I've heard of those people. They're not the most powerful but they're the most disgusting," she said and gagged. I raised a brow, "Where did you hear that from?" "I overhear some conversations among dad and his men sometimes. I heard that the head of that mafia is an old man that sleeps with little girls, impregnates them and kills them. I heard he's into human trafficking too," she said and I shivered in disgust.

Marisa admitted, her nervous smile betraying her uncertainty. Blade, maintaining her formidable demeanor, uncrossed and recrossed her legs, assuming a regal posture. "Well, I'll enlighten you about the Gambino family," she declared, her tone commanding attention. "We're the most feared mafia family globally. Only the heartless and the strongest individuals earn a place within our ranks." Blade paused, then rose to her feet.