Muslim Mafia Novels & Stories

I texted Zale, a good night message and slept with the hope of dreaming him. Zale Pov: I am in another office where I will deal with my underworld deals. I was going to meet one of the mafia heads for the deal. The shipment of drugs and guns will be transported from their place. I am sitting on my throne. In one hand I hold my drink and in another my cigar. I was looking at them. “salam Alaikum, Lucifer” said Mohammed Ali Mohammed Ali is one of the old and loyal acquaintances in my underworld business. Now the shipment is struck with the military of his country. I need to deal with his.

My father beamed with pride. The walk back to the office was quiet. The Russian Mafia is not to be fucked with. Our mafia is ranked one of the most powerful, along with the Italians, but the Russian Mafia easily has us outnumbered. They’re allied with the French mainly, and those two mafias on their own car devour us. I entered the office and made my way to the sofa, while my father sat behind his desk, his hand still on his chin. A pose he often does when he’s thinking.

Black Men Society, who happened to be my group and Vendetta Cascade— the one that Liam Fajardo owns, have been adversaries for decades now. BMS ranks as the largest and wealthiest mafia group in the whole world which consist of two hundred and twenty men all over the world while he had two hundred and eight thousand. Fajardos wanted to be the most powerful one, however, they failed to do so. Even before when my father was still alive and was still the leader, he had many enemies and Vendetta Cascade is the one who stood out.

Mafia: A hierarchically structured secret organization allegedly engaged in smuggling, racketeering, trafficking in narcotics, and other criminal activities in the U.S., Italy, and elsewhere. Tessa "You shouldn't challenge him," Chad reminded me. "What? I would never, well, maybe I did...but the man was such a pussy." Chad was lecturing me about the importance of keeping peace in the workplace. I mean seriously, I was an assassin what do you expect? morning coffees and discuss their gold-digging wives? Honestly, I was not missing much with my co-workers, I was glad not to be on their boss's monthly payroll with daily obligations and stuff. Never been one of those who come to the office every

“ You were right, I'm part of the mafia and the people that trade human organs are framing my clan for it ,it's going to get us in trouble with the authorities if they continue staking up false evidence against us. So that's why am here, to end whoever is behind our blackmail.” My legs were jerking on their own uncontrollably.“ So you'll leave once you find the person?” He nodded and my heart squeezed. “ Mrs Hamilton and Logan just want to get it done quickly so they can go back to the states even if it costs the lives of innocent people.” He continued. A lot of questions ran through my mind about this Mafia thing and this was my chance to get them answered. “ This mafia,is it like a cult or

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.

The perfect strategy to try to get out of the ruin a boy almost trains years, because my age, who had been born and raised under the protection of Mom, Dad and his little brother El vivillo, needed them also to save him hot potatoes. But the accounts were better than adding up enemies at gambling houses and these business opportunities had no roof, besides that he had legal backing to commit something illegal. Then I agreed.and began what is now the Hamilton group. Problem...he came later. When working hours began to burn my head, problems multiplied, secretaries and staff began to drive me crazy, acquiring managers and assistant managers brought more inconvenience than they solved...they we

Lucifer asked, noticing the shift in Spike’s demeanor. Spike’s eyes gleamed with a mix of excitement and intrigue. “I’ve just received intel on two major Mafia organizations—one based in Eastern Europe and the other in Italy. Both are deeply entrenched in the underworld, and guess what? They go by the same name: *Nosce Hostem.*” Lucifer’s expression darkened, his mind immediately racing. “Are you saying there are two factions with the same name? That can’t be a coincidence.”

I have a lot of wealth under me more than u can imagine and I can end ur life with just a snap of my finger so don't dare to mess with me cause the moment u do so u will be a dead person for sure and I am a man of my words. I have a mafia of my own. Even though my father has one I want to make my own all by myself. We are known as NIGHT KILLERS cause most of our missions are completed at night. We are the number one mafia in the world. My dad's mafia is number 2 known as DEADLY KNIGHTS There is also another mafia which is at number 2 but its leader is unknown and no one knows a thing about him, no information can be found about him no matter how much u try.

In her imagination, the mafia was a terrifying organization that didn't hesitate to commit high-level crimes. "Mafia?" "Yes, Madam," Toni confirmed, looking worried. "B-but it's more dangerous than I thought. I only got a little information." "What is it?" "I remembered the tattoo on the wrist of the attacker at the slaughterhouse. It's a lotus group, a part of the mafia responsible for attacking targets. There are other factions as well, but unfortunately, that's all I could gather." Dea nodded her head. Her mind immediately went to Mr. Bad.