Pakaian Mafia 소설 & 이야기

His wife? Michael’s a mafia? Holy bloody angels! Was that true, or did Liam just say that so I could hate his father? If Michael’s a mafia, why didn’t he tell me? Then it clicks. Talia calls him a Pakhan, and that’s what Liam said he is. Michael’s always on black, and that’s what Liam says the color of their clan is. Michael’s filthy rich, and Liam affirms he makes his money through illegal means like dealing drugs, buying children and women, and trading them off for sex and many other atrocities.

“Has the issue been sorted out? And who is the cause of it?“ Alex asked looking everyone dead in the eyes. “Don we tried stopping him but we failed, Mack went ahead with his plan of involving kids in the business, he gives them drugs to sell and lets them have a taste of it.“ Mafia B said. “Where is Mack?“ Alex asked. “Don we heard he wants to flee the country, we've sent men after him.“ Mafia A reported. “Why I'm I just hearing of this?“ He growled at them. “Don we thought we could stop him but we couldn't,” Mafia C chipped.

In an act, they pretended to return the ropes. The door swung open, and they composed themselves. Samantha wasn't mistaken; there were now five men in the room. Two of them appeared to be wealthy older men, likely here to choose which girl to purchase. Her hands trembled suddenly. They were instructed to stand, and fortunately, their ropes were positioned at the back, making it less obvious that some of them had already freed themselves. There were seven girls for them to select from, and Samantha swallowed hard as the first old man approached her.

HAKAN *** Of all the Italian Mafia families, the Il ragni, better known as the Spider Famiglia, were the worst. They had no sense of honour, no moral code, no restriction, no limits. Anything was okay to them as long as they made a profit. Doing any form of business with them was a risk because they were more likely to use you for their gain . They were good at blackmail and backstabbing and their partners usually ended up dead. It was why they were only associated with the worst of the worst sets of people like the butcher. Most reputable crime families and organisations avoided them for a reason. Yet, here I was, using an Alias to try and make a deal with them. Obviously I couldn’t approac

He grabbed the paper bag, “Change into this,” Amara frowned grabbing the bag and assessed the insides. She could see coral-hued cloth inside. Looking up at him, she asked. “What is this?” “A condom.” Amara's eyes broadened. “A what?!” Rhys rolled his eyes. “It’s a dress, little one. I thought you wouldn’t like to go out in my shirt,’ he motioned to her legs. “Without your panties and bra.” Amara narrowed her eyes at him. He was again teasing her. Rhys bit his lips.

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.

I headed to my room to take a nice hot bath. ~ “Neko, are you ready yet?” I sighed in annoyance as Neko was getting ready. “Almost.” She giggled as she tied her heels. “Must you always wear something so skimpy?” I sighed in annoyance as I looked over her outfit. She was wearing a tight black dress and a pair of bright red strappy heels. It’s not like we were going to dinner. We were just going to a slave auction. With Arcano’s money, I would be able to buy a couple of slaves, train them and sell them for more later on.

Dante asked, causing Chiara to raise a brow. She had chosen a cream blouse, black skinny jeans and white sneakers. Her hair was in a tight ponytail and she looked like Aria, except without her hair. She wanted the kind of person to dress in such a girly way but her closet was littered with them. Luckily, Aria was obsessed with fashion, so she could easily imitate Aria’s style. “There’s nothing wrong with what I’m wearing.” Chiara snapped, her arms crossed against her chest. He gasped almost dramatically, his hand gesturing to her bottom. “That! Your ass is a problem.”

“We should head out to the basement. It's time to end this.” The dim light in Russo’s basement cast eerie shadows over the walls, giving the place a menacing feel that matched the intensity burning in my chest. The air was thick with the smell of smoke from a metal drum nearby, flames flickering inside as if eagerly awaiting a sacrifice. Russo’s men stood at the edges of the room, silent, stone-faced, the embodiment of Italian mafia resolve.

The only information she made me know was that I was the youngest. The organization itself was non-affiliated with any other groups or mafias, so even mafias can contact us for a job if they wish not to be suspected. The organization only has one rule, and that is no one is supposed to know the other's identity. However, if they come to know about it, the other party has the right to take the other person’s life if they find it a threat to their personal life. But now, who wants this dear target dead, I’m not too curious, so I’ll leave it as it is. I’ll have to pass by that place to collect my lovely toy.