Pakaian Mafia Novels & Stories

I said lowly and she yelled out immediately. “What?? Stalked?? By who????” I squeezed my face immediately at her facial expression, “what the hell? Krystal!” I exclaimed and rolled my eyes as I turned my attention back to the road. “This is not a child’s play Madison; how can you be this cool if you think we are being stalked? Should I report this to the police? God, I love my dear life” she said “Who doesn’t?” I scoffed “You can’t report a mafia to police, I mean…forget they could be police, they can be killed and forgotten.” I replied with a shrug.

Neveah asked me holding up two necklaces "Neveah!" I exclaimed "Those cost a fortune!" "That's why billionaires are my older brothers." Neveah shrugged "It doesn't matter how much things cost. I just shop 'til I drop!" I guess she was right there. The mafia bosses weren't materialized and didn't use money unwisely but when they shopped it didn't matter the cost. "Sapphire." I said "It goes with the blue chalk dye and the blue dress you bought." "Alright." Neveah said trying it on

He tonguelashed at Raphael as he turned red with fury. Tears pooled in my eyes hearing the way he addressed me. Nobody dared to interfere. Leila, Lorenzo, Marco, Luca, Thomas, Emilio, Sofia and Aurora just kept numb. I wouldn't blame them. This man looked deadly. I felt this sudden discomfort and pain throbbing in my chest. "Papa!"Raphael yelled back. "Don't you dare raise your voice at me boy! You are truly growing wings! Going against my orders in the mafia, bringing this black as a wife. She is not even Italian. Can she even handle the gun? Harlot"

“The hotel refused to let my men watch their CCTV or give any information about whether Ivan is staying there. They don’t want to be involved in any mafia-related issues. They think it’s connected to the ongoing war.” I frowned, leaning closer to the screen. “Why would they assume that?” “They’re protecting their reputation,” he said, voice edged with frustration. “High-end hotels like that don’t want to be dragged into our world. They’d rather stay neutral than choose a side.” I nodded slowly. “I guess they don’t want to assist or risk retaliation.” Dante’s arm tightened around me. “We’re able to get hold of the cafe opposite. That’s what I’m looking at now. I told them to stay put and see

The meeting continued. Leonard Kim, head of the Shadow Mafia in Italy, stood after a moment. He had that measured look, like every word was chosen for effect. “Sir Eric, the other mafia organizations in America are in chaos. Since those three major groups were arrested with heavy evidence from a government spy, they’ve been scrambling to find new alliances.” I set my phone aside and faced him. “Indeed.” “I think you should be careful,” he said, eyes looking at me. “Of course.”

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.

It was breathtaking. And your wardrobe is over here, Marcus added gently, gesturing to a walk in closet that was bigger than my entire old bedroom back home. I walked inside, running my hand along the racks. Neatly hung rows of clothing stretched out before me, soft loungewear, crisp business casual blouses, designer jeans, and cute, perfectly tailored dresses. I picked up a simple cashmere sweater and checked the tag. It was my exact size. Not an approximation, not an oversized spare, it was tailored precisely to my frame, looking fresh, presentable, and impossibly cute.

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.

After Arianna said the grace, Signor Rossi carved the roast and we began eating. “Beth, you're quite famous. Those tweets about the mafia. You practically broke the algorithm and gained many followers, eh,” Signor Rossi said and I looked at Ari surprised that she had revealed that much to them. However, I could see that she was just as surprised as I was. Her father chuckled as he saw our expressions. “You think I'm not on Twitter? It's the most unfiltered and biggest news platform right now. I see the amount of death threats you get daily. You'll have to be careful while you're here though, this city is full of the Mafia.”