Novel & Cerita Pakaian Mafia

“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.

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.

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.

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

“You should have done your research beforehand. Perhaps you won’t fail stealing from another mafia.” He grunted. “Who are you?” She finally withdrew her gun and squatted down to his level. The confidence of this woman was beyond me. “Allow me to introduce myself. La regina. The queen of the mafia.” His chuckle was taunting yet with desperation. “There is no queen in the mafia.”

Pragati’s POV . . . When I reached the casino whose’s address had been shared by Vyom. It was the same as the previous one. The dancers were wearing clothes that were equal to wearing nothing to cover the body, and they moved their bodies so seductively. Despite wearing the clothes so skimpy, they didn’t seem at all uncomfortable with the men ogling them. In fact, they all seemed completely relaxed and in control of the men surrounding them. .

With the number of girls that he bedded every day, I wondered how many of his kids were already born behind everyone's eyes. For the mission, I had to change my whole appearance today. My usually bonded hair was left hanging open today. Instead of wearing my black leather suit, I chose a customized red gown today. Thanks to their theme party, I got an eye mask of a butterfly shape to cover my face. It was indeed true that the gown fit well with my body. To become the Mafia boss, I had to maintain a good figure, stamina, and strength. My dad was still surprised that he couldn't find the innocent girl inside me anymore. I told him that the girl had died when she saw his husband and, her unborn

Ava replied smoothly, a confident smile spreading across her face. While they were still talking and laughing quietly among themselves, the glass entrance slid open and Peter walked in with a broad smile spread across his face. In one hand was a brown paper bag stuffed with burgers, fries, side dishes, and drinks. Dressed casually in a fitted black shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows and dark jeans that sat perfectly on his lean frame. Sophia immediately straightened a little. Peter walked directly toward Ava’s glass corner before placing the food gently on the table. Sophia slowly turned toward Ava and gave her an exaggerated teasing side-eye. Ava bit back a grin.

I patted his back "I will be there with you to witness that moment, but first we have to increase the security of our house" In the mafia, family is the biggest strength as well as weakness of any mafia man. If the family members are capable of defending themselves then they are strengths but if not then they are the biggest weakness because it makes them easy targets. And in our house, only Marco can defend himself. "If this time he attacks my family then I'll take him apart bone by bone " Dante roared, holding a dark look in his eyes. "I don't think he is alone because last time we had left him on the brink of death, so it's impossible to attack back this fast without any support," I said

“They say he’s got another identity. He’s not just a director. He’s supposedly the godfather of La Lupa Nera. You know, Europe’s biggest mafia.” I stared at her, my mind reeling. “The La Lupa Nera? You’re joking.” “I wish I were,” she said, sitting back and crossing her arms. “I mean, it’s just a rumor, but it makes sense, doesn’t it? How else would someone his age have that much money and power? It’s kind of...exciting, don’t you think?” She grinned, clearly enjoying the drama. Exciting wasn’t the word I would use. Terrifying? Maybe.