Pakaian Mafia Novels & Stories

Some of David Del Valle's people were placed as infiltrators in the Romero's teams. Meanwhile in Argentina, Maria, had a very particular visit in Bella Vista, because the men of the Mexican mafia showed up at her house, dressed as an internet fixer, they staged a scene where part of the team was faking a fix, and the main person in charge of that operation talked inside with the young De La Cruz and warned her about the strange orders that the boss sends her to carry out;

I’d remind them how lucky they are, too, but the truly lucky never appreciate it. Mia closes her laptop and slides it into her bag before standing. Right away, I notice the way a few of the guys nearby admire her ass. One of them, in particular, sets my teeth on edge. He’s always wearing pajamas and the same knit cap, always looking like he just came in from a party or from some girl’s bed. I bet if I got close enough to him, I’d smell pussy on his breath. And he thinks he has the right to look at her? To even be in the same room?

My disgust when I realised that the overly religious bastard trying to bring me down, built a church and dutifully attended mass but trafficked the young and helpless when he didn't need to. The Mafia crime ring didn't have to be dishonourable. Him and the others I have taken out were the scum of my world. He was the last of the dishonourable dons in the mafia world. I had picked him right outside the church. Eliminating him and his likes had been my life's work, a work my father started and I was finishing. “Bring me four of his fingers, two from each hand,” I order my man, sipping the gin.

Venna and Maureen also knew that, which is why they both wore their masks. Alongside them were five other members of the lower ranks of the La Xiena Mafia, each one ready for the confrontation ahead. Amethyst showed no fear in them, and they were obviously determined to win this fight. Well, for Amethyst, this should be on the cards of those entering the mafia. After all, it is not easy to get out of this world. In a world full of blood, illegalities, and other bad things,.

I glared at him and turned to run up the stairs. I got to my room, slammed the door shut, and locked it. I picked up the laptop from the study table and searched for the word that was bothering me the most. “Mafia” Hesitantly, I clicked on the first search result that pulled up and started to read everything about it. Mafia is an informal term that is used to describe a criminal organization that bears a strong similarity to the Sicilian Mafia... Mafias often engage in secondary activities such as gambling, loan sharking, drug trafficking, prostitution, and fraud...

she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. Alessandro cleared his throat, composing himself. "So...yes, they are mafia." "Mafia?" she repeated. "You mean the ones with hats and black suits, guns strapped all over their bodies?" "I’m not sure they’re always on suits.” He said, sipping his coffee. “but I mean the ones who rule with brutality, who traffic drugs and guns, who extortion and violence, are their only languages. The ones who will stop at nothing to maintain their power and control. Yes, that’s the one."

Eyes pinning me with a look that leaves no misunderstanding. A butch rugged sort of man, short and stocky with a snarl and a skinhead. He’s dressed head to toe in standard Mafia uniform and I know he is not a Carrero. He’s all wrong, far too white supremacist and looking at me like a starved dog who just came across his dinner.

My cleavage was concealed by a soft transparent net which flirted with the smooth creamy skin, the inner linen stopping at the thighs where a sheer lace took over. Waxed long legs were on display, my neck encased in a silver choker neckpiece. Ferrara De Castello, the Don of the most influential Mafia organisation in America who controlled a sect of the government behind the scenes, sucked in a deep breath as soon as I revealed my choice of outfit. His gaze met mine as I handed the jacket over to him, and when his fingers brushed against mine, it was me who was almost gasping for breath. I held myself at the last minute, a knowing smile of confidence on my lips.

The Europe police had no solid police to prove him involved in Mafiosi. Mafiosi Leader were unidentifiable till now. The gang was made in 1985 by a man and now its has headcount of around 35, 000 merciless beasts. "Great! So mam which type of dress would you prefer?" Julia asked a bit fearfully of the fact that most powerful man is sitting in her shop. "I actually was searching and found this dress of yours very beautiful..." Hazel Lincoln showed her the picture in her mobile. "This dress is of our latest collection and is a hit code. You have an excellent choice. Come I have the girls hep you wearing it." Julia said beaming enthusiastically.

"Try to keep pace with me, although you will never be able to. Go change your clothes. I am giving you ten minutes, so try to wear something elegant. You know you're looking like a crow now." "Shut up. Why are you giving me a time limit? It feels like you're taking my examination, and I've got to submit my papers in time. I will not be able to wear a bikini in ten minutes, and you are telling me to wear something elegant!" "Then wear a bikini and go swimming. Why are you coming with me?" "You know, sometimes I just want to kill you." "Don't you think you talk too much? I'm waiting; get ready as soon as possible." "Yeah, yeah, whatever." Taking a beautiful but simple dress from the closet, sh