Nashatra X Mafioso Novels & Stories

After a while, he opened his eyes and leisurely seated himself on the couch. He looked at both of them and smirked. "Azlan sheerazi, mafia boss of India. Only he can do this work for me." "Ah! Sheeraji...oh man I almost forgot about him. That man is something I'm telling you." Tristan said. Daniel twitched his upper lips. "After the years of ties, I'm the only one who knows him better and Tristan he is not something, he is everything that I want in a made man in the mafia. I already contacted him. He will do this work for me perfectly."

He has heard many things about her wife Natasha, that she is a whore, who has fucked half of the fashion industry. Woman who had many physical relationships might be a normal in outside world but it's not acceptable in the mafia world. Mafia's still have a conservative minds about women. Xavier was a educated man and he doesn't believe in all this shit but he knows that Natasha has a very bad nature, even if he haven't seen her, his friends and partners has told him the stories about his wife which he didn't liked at all. She was a gold digger and he hated that. 'still if she a gold digger whore then why she hasn't approach me yet...?'

They both looked malnourished and almost dead. " Why are you here again, you monster?" Marhoni asked weakly, over the past few weeks he had come to know exactly the kind of man Nahil was. He was more dangerous than they could ever Imagine, he deceived all of them by claiming to be just a mafia Lord but he was more dangerous than that. He was the head of the Mathux, a group that is dreaded in the whole of America because of its ruthlessness and they are involved in all activities and never let anyone get away from them. Massimo and Marhoni had crossed his bottom line and they would pay for it. " You don't seem happy to see me Marhoni," he said mockingly, sitting in front of them.

“Geez, you look like you’re about to murder someone. You have to relax, bro. I know you have a crush on him and all, but he’s not stripping for the class. He’s just existing. Violently existing.” The guy sitting two seats over leaned across the aisle like they were all in on the same conspiracy. “That’s actually not normal tattoos, guys. That’s mafia ink,” he said, his voice slow and smug. “I’ve seen those before. A dagger-and-rosary combo is classic mafia. The guy’s probably got a rap sheet and a body count. I bet he’s got a private plane parked somewhere with blood money in the cargo hold.” Archer snorted. “You watch too much N*****x, bro.”

He faced me by turning his chair around. The cruel enemy's name is Emir Alffiaco. He was a horrible man. When I say terrible, I mean awful. I'm talking about the kind of evil that involves prostitution rings and the exploitation of young women. To make my life a living misery, he is exploiting even the mafia. I will not stop seeking justice to ensure that he rots away in the deepest part of hell.

"How did you even have the courage to betray us? How did the thought of treachery come into your dirty mind? Black Tiger walked into a dark room when he heard these words. A person in a tight black dress was yelling at a girl. In the middle of the field, a wooden cross-shaped board was installed, with a 25-year-old girl tied to it, with an expression of fear on her face and tears constantly flowing from her eyes. The person standing in black dress was their leader, ‘Master Thomson’. Apart from that, all the people standing were his warriors, who were named Tigers. Tigers were a gang of Mafia leaders, led by Master Thomson. Master Thomson was a great name in the black world. He was a most cru

"Now you can imagine what I am capable of doing to you, right? You see, my little Love, I could crush your neck right now, and no one would ever know. I could strip you down and fuck you right here on this bed, and absolutely no one would come to save you." His smirk vanished, replaced by an expression of pure, chilling stone. "So, this is my final warning. Do not test my patience. I am already having a very hard time keeping my cool around you, and you are being fucking impossible. The next time you decide to open your smart mouth, think very carefully about the consequences. Alright?" "Y-yes," I choked out, the tears flowing freely now. "Are... are you in the mafia?" the words tumbled out

Then she answered, she told me that she knows how many people they cater for regularly but this morning, when Nate returned, he came to tell her about some other new people to add to our list for feeding… Those are the people I went outside to count. Ohh…I see, I said. Nate is so much of a giver. Even though his way of life is a bit not like the regular, he does give back to society which is something I found commendable. Lisa also added that Nate is a good man even though he is a mafia boss. He is a very considerate man, he thinks rationally, and he is not always strict with the people he is dealing with. He carries out his illegal business in secret, not involving people.

Angel rubbed her hands up and down his arms, trying to calm him, while all I wanted was to punch him to make him man up and stop with this desperation. “Unfortunately, you know there’s no other way. A man’s word is as important as this deal, and you gave yours,” she said with an admirable calm and composure, starting to get Nero to stop pacing like a madman. “As for talking, Lana understands English very well and is learning Italian—I’ve been giving her lessons. But I think you should make an effort too and start taking an interest in the things she likes.” “Why would I do that?” “Because that’s what a woman expects, mafia or not. It’s not just one who has to be committed—both have to show i