Novel Mafia Dan Muslimah Novels & Stories

"And?" "And something about what the report said—" he stopped. Started again. "You were studying literature. Working in a bookshop. Living in a flat with two other students. Completely removed from your uncle's world — no knowledge of his debts, no involvement in any of it." He looked at the folder. "You were entirely clean." "Clean," I repeated. "Untouched by any of it," he said. "That's rare, in the circles I operate in. People are usually connected, compromised, aware. You were none of those things."

“And the food? Incredible. Ivan wasn’t exaggerating.” I laughed. “Wait until you see the boutiques. There’s this one street I love. Designer pieces but with real soul.” We talked easily about everything. Her life in New York, her work in marketing, how she and Ivan had connected so quickly despite the distance. I shared bits of my own story, careful not to reveal too much of the darker parts. It felt refreshing to have another woman to talk to, someone outside the mafia world who saw me simply as Alessia. We had just finished our main course when a familiar voice cut through the peaceful atmosphere.

“Yes it is. They think we are the ones killing them off” “Isn’t that the truth? Haven’t we been killing them?” Hmm. “Well we used to but not anymore. Right?” I asked looking at him to confirm. Cause obviously even as much as I had tried to make peace with the Russians I know it’s not everyone under the mafia that’s interested in that peace. “What the fuck?” I heard Ayla’s voice and immediately everything Stefano was saying faded. I slowly looked up at her expecting her to be happy seeing me but unfortunately she wasn’t. She had a frown on her face.

Her heart plummeted to the floor. The invincible mafia ? She overheard Ash talk terrible about mafia who work as underdogs for powerful men in New York. She flipped away then saw an article about Belinda Grant and Daniel Godson's marriage. Nah. Couldn’t be. His position on marriage had been clear. They’d never even broached the subject of kids when they were together. He’d always insisted on using protection when they were together even when she’d reassured him she was on the pill. Was he only that careful with her?

When the opportunity came to ruin Amara's life, he wasn't about to let it go. "He's part of a mafia, and a rival one to Lucas at that. Did you honestly think that didn't come with some hazards and risks?" She sank further into her chair, glaring at Nyxen. But she didn't say anything. "Oh, did he not mention he was part of a criminal underground network?" Nyxen glared harder at him."Well, I suppose it would have come up eventually," Nyxen continued, untroubled. "I mean, you hadn't known each other for long, did you? And it wasn't like you were serious, or engaged or anything. Right?"

As he stretched out on the soft couch, he breathed out deeply and sent a cloud of fragrant smoke into the air. Logan Castillejo is a well-known member of the Foedus Corp, which is a well-known mafia group. Taking people's lives is a job that he does with ease and grace. Logan was born into a wealthy and politically influential family, so he grew up with a lot of money and comfort. He quickly and easily gets what he wants. Logan always gets what he wants, no questions asked. The way he lives his life is based on this philosophy. He is an only child, so everything comes to him easily and he lives a very comfortable life.

He still held my hand. "I know I'm a bad person. My hands and body have been stained with blood. Many breaths have ceased because of me. But there's one thing I can assure you. I don't kill innocent people. I have enemies, my father and I. But I will do my best to shield you from witnessing any heinous crimes because I will protect you from them. I'm a mafia leader, and I control everything related to drugs. I've tasted it, and I won't lie to you. Life, money, wealth are the battles. And I'm willing to leave all of that behind for a simple life with you. I'm ready to change for you, Felicia."

Jade was very shocked when she told her all about Madame Dalloz, but when she got to telling her about Steffan, she looked normal. When she noticed Racheal was frowning at her, she shrugged. “I thought you knew. It is not a secret among the upper class,” She said. “How would I know and remain with him?” “Some women like those sorts of things, dark-hearted men. Being a mob wife is a fantasy of some women.” Racheal stared at her, speechless. "Why would I fantasize about loving a murderer? He killed someone in cold blood just now. How can I love a mafia?”

"Perhaps he didn't want you to be angry that he's the one who prevented you from seeing your mother again. But if you ask me, he doesn't give a damn about you, Princesa." He passes me a photo from his pocket. I immediately recognize the back of Diego's head, and sitting across from him is a man in a suit with short, blonde hair. Glancing back up at Nathan, I furrow my brows in confusion. "Currently, your husband is meeting up with the Russian mafia for a business deal, knowing that his wife has been kidnapped. See, I guess with you out of the way, there's no longer bad blood between them." His cruel laugh echoes through the room. "When you told him to let you go, he just said fuck it."

I was completely wowed and thrown aback because when I was first taken by Nate and his men to his house, I was stunned at how beautiful the place was. But then now that I see this, this place was much more beautiful. Everything was in place and I wondered why it was built in that kind of area in the first place. Then seeing everything like this I also thought to myself how Nate made his money. I was completely ignorant to the outside world and the mafia lifestyle but seeing all this I can imagine why Lisa warned me not to go close to Nate or even have anything to do with him. She always said that Nate was a mafia and he had a lot of dirty businesses apart from his construction company.