Pakaian Mafia Novels & Stories

We go on and on about some arms exports and imports. "There's a masquerade ball the day after tomorrow, on Thursday, you and Amber will have to represent the Bianchi group of organizations." Says Harlow. I nod. To the world, we are just successful businessmen, but our roots are that of the mafia. We've got our hands in many illegal trades; arms, drugs, money laundering etcetera. But I have abolished human trafficking and slavery from our family. A family stands for an organization under me. At Night: Amber returns, clearly exhausted, but she plays her part. "Alessandro, I missed you." She says as she gives my shirt a slight tug.

Luca was dressed as though he hated people looking at him but boy, did his dressing called for more attention. He was dressed in a black suit, top three buttons were unbuttoned and the tie was calling for my help. Did he know how perfectly well black was meant for him. Maybe he did, maybe he didn't, but damn. He looked like those mafia book men that was more comfortable wearing ghostface mask. I could barely focus on the judge's words, just the gist of it—binding, lawful, husband and wife.

A meeting such as that would be extremely volatile and would even be perceived as a threat. Marcus spotted the entourage of cars and he knew that he was at the right place. Where Mafia bosses gathered, there was sure to be some extravagant show of wealth. Marcus parked illegally – who cared? – and got out of the car. He buttoned up his designer suit jacket, the fact that he dealt with guns, drugs, and crime did not mean he could not dress like a gentleman. And so, he, as well as most of the top dogs of the family, spent a huge sum on wardrobe allowances.

“You… seem to really like our boss. So even if I tell you the truth, I don’t think you’ll believe it.” “I’ll believe it.” Something about the look in Araceli’s eyes told her she already knew. Paula sighed. “He’s part of the mafia. Actually, he’s not just a pear. He’s the don.” Araceli swallowed. “Can you explain what that means?” “The mafia’s a criminal organization,” Paula said quietly. “They’re involved in everything—drugs, weapons, trafficking. They control businesses. Politicians. Judges.” “And… murder?” Araceli whispered.

Third Person Pov: Thomas Allen is one of the most ruthless leaders in the mafia gang Hayden Wren heads. Its known as 'Python'. Recently, there's been a fued between the two, hence; Thomas moved to Dubai. The members of the gang thought things would dissolve over time... but it didn't. Communication seized between the two for the past two years. Now, Thomas is back to set things right.

I was forced to enter in this club, to please men, who thought this would become my life? “You’re here?” The manager enquired. “No, just my soul checked in.” My snicker faded into discomfiture when he didn’t laugh and I stood still. “Listen, if we get him hooked up, consider yourself rich. He’s the wealthiest mafia we’ve ever had. Just make sure to spill your poison on him, show him why you’re in demand…” He hyped me up uselessly and I sat down for the girls to do my makeup. “Is this, what I’m supposed to wear?” I looked at Jess, my stylist, nodding at me. A black thong and see-through bralette?

The two men were already reaching for their guns inside their suits. "You son of a bitch-" Nicholas cursed. He had brown eyes, thin brown eyebrows, brown hair and lots of stubble. He wore a black suit like the rest infact it seemed Garreth was the only one who had on a white suit, an obsession of his. He was muscular and six ft tall. Nicholas Passos was the Capo of Portuguese mafia, his father wouldn't let him take over until he took a wife, reason for him being there. Also his father was in his death bed.

"How can he scare you all? You all have the right to oppose him. This is exploitation," said a man sitting in the large hall which had a dark and murky aura . The man looked to be in early twenties. He was dressed in a dark navy blue suit with matching pants. His demeanor screams riches and danger. The Moroccan Boss uttered “DO you think This is our compulsion? He has made his trustworthy people in the mafia of the countries of raw material .This bitchy bastard, No one is ready to go against him.”

He was one of the most richest man of the world and he liked to show off his riches. People were awestruck seeing such eye captivating and magnificent decorations. It was an assemblage of about 350 people, all of them belonging to the high ranks of Irish mafia, Arabian mafias, Italian mafias, Indian mafias, Pakistani mafia, Chinese mafia, Japanese mafias and Russian mafias. All of them who were no less than the monsters.

Working for a Mafia (Revenge was her DNA until she met him) By Nwabueze Ify Preçious Authoress Prechy Episode Eight Miranda's POV I looked at the two friends from left to right as they gawped at me especially Micheal Am just dressing casually for Christ sake What if I dressed up in those my slay gowns then they would have died "Can I come in or are you guys going to stare at me all day "I said waving my hands