Pakaian Mafia Novels & Stories

Raichand is the owner of Raichand textiles, but his voice sounded different. "Rajveer Raichand is one of the strongest mafias of East India region. And do you have any idea about what mafia means? Illegal business, drugs, weapons, killing people, escort services, and prostitution, all of these things are a cakewalk to them," he informed me.

The Landergees had arrived at the Matsuyama mansion, accepting the dinner invitation. The mafia's mansion gave a different scene than the others. Big Manison, with so many people present. Not guests, but his men. That was typical for mafia who had an usually large number of subordinates. Even though they were dressed neatly in black suits, they couldn't hide how scary their faces were. There was even someone whose face was almost entirely covered with wounds. Anyone knew that he had a dreadful history in the past.

No matter what, or how his dad treated him, he was his dad. "Actually one of my friends met me few days back. He told me he was working on a special case in crime branch. He had to deal with a mafia dealing with people. Like harassment, sexual torture and Trafficking. They had arrested some members from their hide outs and they exposed the names, at the threat of death. One name, Theewask Jarujitaranon was mentioned too. Stating that he was running a racket for past 10 years in collaboration with the supply of young boys and girls, especially taking notice of those who are not sexually accepted by their families.

The positions and authorities given in this mafia are a little bit different. Pakhan – also called Boss, Krestniy Otets ("Capo di tutti capi | Godfather"), Vor ("Thief"), Papa, or Avtoritet ("Authority"), controls everything. The Pakhan controls four criminal cells in the working unit through an intermediary called a "Brigadier." Two Spies – watch over the action of the brigadiers to ensure loyalty and that none becomes too powerful. They are the Sovietnik ("Support Group") and Obshchak ("Security Group").

reported Alex. "There's one way to identify who is part of Pamela's mafia gang. Male or female, they all wear similar black suits with hats and shades. They are armed with guns and go in groups of at least four members. They also wear armbands with the initials 'PQ'. " added Henry. "That is so tacky." quipped Juri aloud. She immediately realised what she said and covered her mouth in embarassment. "Yeah, trust me, Juri. We all thought the same way." replied Henry, hoping to relief Juri of her embarassing comment.

"And wear something that says 'Mafia Queen,' not 'hiding in my room.' My tailor left a garment bag on your dressing table. Use it." I heard his footsteps fade away. I groaned, rubbing my eyes. My body felt heavy from the stress of the previous night. I had spent hours trying to find a backdoor into my frozen accounts, but my father’s firewall was a masterpiece. That cruel man. He hadn't just blocked me; he had set a trap. If I tried to force my way in again, a signal would be sent directly to the Moretti security team. I walked over to the dressing table and unzipped the garment bag. Inside was a dress that almost looked like it was owned by Katherine Pierce of TVD. The dress was deep navy b

Alisa had worried for two years, asking me why I didn't move somewhere more comfortable, or get better clothes or at least refurbish the ratty apartment I lived in. I told her I didn't mind it and I wasn't lying. I really didn't. In the mafia, I was trained to live on less. For two whole years, I wore the same pair of clothes. Black jeans, torn and ragged with age and a black top. I performed all my assignments in them. No matter how much I washed them, I could always smell the heavy stench of blood. It lived around me, surrounded me like a halo. A constant reminder of who I was and the work I had done. The work I did.

If it were before, there wouldn't be any problem but now, I can't just risk my baby's life and future because of her father who is a grown up adult who can protect himself. The Russian mafia are known for their ruthless and also been involved in the human trafficking. They kidnap both children and women. The children are sold to be slaves while the stronger ones are taught the ruthless ways of been assassins to the point that they don't feel anything to anyone, its as if there humanity is lost. Others who are extremely weak and don't have good appearance, Their body parts are sold while others are thrown into the streets to be begging for money as a method ti earn more money for them. The wo

Their attire was distinct and unusual, with expensive tailored suits, crisp black shirts, and polished shoes that sparkled in the fading light of the room. My instincts told me that these men were not ordinary, but rather members of a gang. My heart raced as I wondered why my parents were with the men. My parents were not looking and I noticed the men exchanging hushed words, their expressions hard and unyielding. I don’t know why but something came into my mind. The Mafia members. The men’s appearance was a clear indication of their affiliation with the mafia. Their clothing was a trademark of the criminal underworld, a symbol of power, wealth, and intimidation. All round black.

I gulped hugging the sheets more against my body with anticipation of what he was even planning. I wondered if Jeff wasn't just Mason's driver but someone in his line of work. I knew it wasn't the legal one which involves his chains of businesses around the world. It had to be the illegal one. The Mafia smuggling. But seeing Jeff in nothing but black clothes and a black mask which he only had on his head and not down to his face. He didn't look like the normal driver to me but more like a hitman.