Pakaian Mafia の小説・ストーリー

(Pakhan is the equivalent to Don in the Russian Mafia family which is called Bratva) "That's what I thought too so this situation doesn't make sense. Unless someone is trying to frame the Russians for it" "Or perhaps, someone in the Bratva is working against their Pakhan and wants to stir up trouble. I'll call Mikhailov to check" I then pulled out my cellphone to call him. He didn't pick it on the first ring but did on the second. "To whom do I owe this pleasure, Genovese" A rusty male voice sounded on the other end which made me take a look at my wrist watch. It was midnight over there, well whatever.

Sophia tried not to shudder at her own indifference. Maya let go of Sophia's shoulder and whisper-yelled. “Are you out of your mind, Soph? You're getting yourself involved with people from the mafia," Sophia froze, and Maya continued. "Mafia as in, M-A-F-I-A. Those are the type of people you're getting yourself involved in," She didn't know what exactly the meaning of a mafia was, but she knew it was a dangerous organization. They sold illegal drugs and all sorts of weapons. Some were even engaged in human trafficking and rape, if not worse.

Unlike Andrei, he was dressed in a long red plaid shirt, with a white hoodie underneath and black jeans paired with white basketball-style sneakers. He wasn't a prince charming either, nor was he the king of sensitivity, but he was sensible and eloquent in being himself. She couldn't help but feel comfortable around him. She could have conversations with him even when she was sure he looked down on her, but he was kind then, and everything else didn't matter. She remembered the stereotype that mafia members always dressed formally, and if they were young, they looked like hip-hop enthusiasts or delinquent youth, but they didn't fit those descriptions at all. They probably fooled people with

My ride was arriving in about minutes and would be here any moment. I looked up at the moonless lonely sky and knew it was going to be a chaotic night. I rolled my eyes as I heard the shuffling turn more amateur, either they were new in this gig or fated to early graves. “I know you are following me. Show yourself!” I yelled almost jaded with the repetitive ordeal. Four bulky men in dark uniforms stepped out after their earlier hesitation, clad in enforcer jackets, combat boots, and kitted together with firearms. I frowned at the sight. Mafia syndicates had ordered but none wore such kitted uniforms, it was like painting your ass red for the bull to strike. These awfully resembled guards. Ma

No music, no tasty food, no games then how it is a party? Only scary tall and tattooed men were here and there with their woman or women and guess what their dress or too revealing that she feels like why even they are wearing anything. Their dressed were showing almost every part of them making Isabella self conscious of herself. Are they even decent woman? Isabella thought in her mind but only if she knew that these mafia men never ties to a single woman and change them like changing clothes. They only know who to use woman and throw them after their satisfaction.

Noello questions with a frown like he didn't care, with his five-year-old cold voice and character. " Missoni clothing line!" Fiorella mouthed. "Missoni clothing. That won the BMF (Best Milan Fashion) and also took over the IFNA(Italy fashion Nova Award) and best parachute regiment of the whole decade?" His hoarse voice snaps. "Do you know their main source?" He snaps at me again! "What?" We all looked at him, confused. He Looks resentful. "Gang leaders! Mafia King and prince!" "Enough of your rubbish talk." Grandma snaps.

As I move, my dress rustles softly, and my hair stays perfectly in place. "Wow, Lessia is this not too much?", I ask unsure. "No, it is perfect", Lessia said still trying to arrange the strands of hair on my head. I rolled my eyes and said, "Lessia why did you dress me like this, I look like two million threw up on me". She looked at my reflection in the mirror and said, "You look amazing and by the way you are the daughter of the Mafia boss, you need to dress the part". "Mafia?", I asked confused.

Compared to Amara's glowing white radiance, my dark blue tunic looks totally dull and unremarkable under the torches. The fabric of my long-sleeved tunic is actually highly decent, and the line cuts are incredibly creative, but the total absence of a visible, high-end brand crest is all these snobs care about. In this elite mafia circle, it isn't just about looking clean—it is about showcasing expensive pack labels to prove your dominance. Without a prestigious silver stamp visible on your chest, your clothing is simply considered worthless garbage from the dirt. All around my body, elite omegas sparkle with heavy diamonds and luxury mafia crests, their outer appearances polished to absolute

He reminded himself he could not be sidetracked from his purpose. “Ms. Baxter, let me tell you one thing. Don Marco and his family operate one of the biggest MAFIA groups in the country. If we can take them down, we could potentially help the innocent from becoming their victims.” “As you guessed, they run a prostitution den. They guise it as charity events, but however you look at it, it was illegal and a crime.” “I am sure you would like to help others, Ms. Baxter?” “Are you hearing yourself?” Kara cried as fear, anger, loathing, frustration, and disappointment rolled into one.

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...