Pakaian Mafia の小説・ストーリー

he said in a husky voice. Sofia was dumbstruck as she stared at the man who flirted with her. He was tall and muscular, he was dark-skinned, and he had red locks and a tattoo on his neck that I recognized. He is from an American family called the Rocks. The current biggest American family mafia in this century is known for their well-known kidnapping of innocent victims, sex trafficking, murder, and most of all their selling of drugs. I stepped away from them and notified the rest of the team mostly Jevon knowing he's gonna flip. He wouldn't want anything to happen to her and most importantly he seemed to have a huge crush on her.

Then, the man's cold voice rang out, he said. “Why do you do these things? Why do you hurt your body? If you hate them, you can shoot and kill them. Don't be afraid that the police will arrest you, as long as I'm by your side, no one will be able to detain you, even if that person is a police officer.

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?

"Have you never worn a dress before, Mama?" "N-No. And I don't need to wear one. I'm not the whore you're trying to turn me in to!" I assert, feeling my cheeks flush. A shadow crosses over his face. "And who called you a whore?" I ignore the question. "You said you weren't going to pimp us out. So, why are you making me dress like a whore?" I ask, my voice rising in fear and anger.

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.

Him carrying the gun like that and his formal attire with the first three buttons open and the hem of the shirt scarcely tucked in the band of the pants gave him an overwhelmingly sexy look. To be fairly blunt, he gave off an air of being a Mafia man. Although I haven't seen or heard of any and I don't think mafia organizations still exist, if they did then this man could be their boss. Because he had such an enticingly dreadful element about him that screamed Mafia.

Each had a joint between their lips. "Good to see you, Marcelo," one of the mafia men greeted. "It is indeed good," Marcelo replied. All the clans came with their members. They were dressed in their clan's symbolic color. Red, maroon, and black. The black dress was for the Blood Moon cartel as they were all putting on black outfits. The girls were mostly in black high-waist trousers with a black crop top and faux jacket (optional) for easy movements for when the fight would start.

It's just a job and Luca is the Boss’ She tried to dismiss her words but Lissa stepped back, ‘Just a job? Are you insane girl? This is the Mafia and it is a very big deal.’ She had thought Luca ran a business, the talk she had overheard about the Mafia was a joke that they had ribbed each other with. When they called him the Pakhan she thought it was another way of saying CEO, and she realized now just how naive she had been burying her head in the sand. All the signs had been there but she had chosen to ignore them pushing them to the back of her mind and refusing to accept what was in front of her face.

Marami akong naging part time job, para sa ‘min ni mommy, pero etong underground battle ang pinaka-madumi at nakaka-ubos sa lahat. But in order for us to climb higher and to get out of this den, our big bosses organized a game. Madumi pa ring sistema para kumita ng pera, pero malayo sa masasahol na tao dito. Being able to be part of a mafia team will surely give us more protection in terms of identity and beyond classified tasks, unlike here where we need to fight for as long as we can a day. “Isang talo pa, mauungusan na nila tayo sa ranking.” malamig kong sinabi, hindi pinapahalata ang kaunting kaba.