Muslim Mafia Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Mafia is a process,not a thing. Mafia is a form of clan - cooperation to which it's individual members pledge lifelong loyalty....Friendship, connections, family ties, trust, loyalty, obedience - this was the glue that held us together." ~ Joseph Bonanno _____________________________________ Roman's point of view: "Tada" Denis shouted as he entered my room. "Your behavior is a lot like a baby. I made a mistake when I chose you as my second in command" I said to him angrily.

She was being a damn brat, but this conversation wasn't over. "I don't have a real life? I'm just some criminal to you?" I said, half laughing at how absurd of an accusation that was. I had a family to protect, multiple business I ran and funded, I had responsibilities set in place from hundreds of years ago. This wasn't some gang of teenage thugs fighting over drug deals. We were Italian mafia, a code... maybe a little like a cult. "I'm just saying, we are two very different people. We don't belong in each other's world. And I don't want to be some girl you get off with, let along make a mistake we can't fix."

“Wait. Moretti Moretti?” Riva frowned. “You know him?” “Are you—are you serious right now?” another friend asked, wide-eyed. “He’s Ares Moretti. That family runs half the illegal shit across borders. Mafia. Guns. Casinos. Black money. People disappear when they breathe wrong around them.” Riva’s stomach dropped. “You mean he’s like… actual mafia?” “Actual. Untouchable. Lethal. And you—” Nia looked her up and down. “What the hell did you do to end up in his car?”

“ 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

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.

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.

After a ten-minute drive, we arrived at the exclusive club where Alex had thrown his bachelor party. Alex and Logan were my partners in the mafia. Together, we ruled the underworld, an unstoppable force that no one dared challenge. Our legitimate businesses served as the perfect front, keeping our darker dealings hidden from the prying eyes of the law and the public.

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.