Pakaian Mafia Novels & Stories

“Don't give me that look, you are responsible for this. You endangered them when you senselessly tweeted about coming here to spend Christmas with them.” "It's not my fault. So the Italian mafia is enraged with the tweets of a young girl and decided to act on the death threats they've been sending since. What do you all stand to gain by killing an innocent family with no connection to me? They knew nothing,” I said, whimpering as my voice cracked due to how I was crying. All I could feel was rage, a blinding rage that melted every sense of danger and fear I had left. I struggled against my restraints, fighting to break free until my hands and knuckles began to bleed.

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

Ohhh boy, he isn't going to let this topic go easily. I groan at constantly being treated like a baby. "You know aiden and roseline are our very close friends. We kinda brought up together. So both Aaron and rosaline is like you and Janice to us. For once I would have considered approving Aaron for you but not after all the heroic sh*t. I am going to tell you something ella and I want you to listen to me with open mind." I don't know why but anxiety starts to arising inside me. "Aaron runs a mafia clan. He's the king of America mafia. The ultimate leader." By each passing word my mind seals automatically. My breathe hitched, brain got jammed and body refuse to move. How many more shocks are

“You can say it.” “Yes, that,” A chill went through my spine. “And what does it stand for again?” I had never heard of them before. “Mafia Intelligence and Security Agency, it’s quite the name, isn’t it?” “Yes,” I swallowed my throat. The reality of the situation was starting to sink in, and it wasn’t looking good. From all the organizations it could’ve been, it had to be one specifically built to, what I assume, take down the Mafia. "I came to visit because I want to know what I’m getting into," I lied, giving her the saddest look I possibly could. I could see Jessica’s hesitation kicking in.

On the ride here Adrik had filled me in on what to expect so I was semi prepared. All the different mafia gangs will be here. From the Italian mafias, Russian Bratva, Mexican cartels, French mob, Japanese yakuza, Irish mob, Chinese Triad, Albanian, and Armenian mafia. “It's a gathering of devils all dressed in Suits Malyshka, stay by my side and follow my cue.” Inside, the room smelled of power and danger. Every table was reserved with name tags for each member present. Glasses of champagne were being passed around as conversations flowed in a mixture of different languages across the room. The men were dressed to the T in double breasted suits while the women stunned in couture gowns.

Warning, Chapter contains gruesome violence... Luca stepped out of his walk-in closet now in his usual work outfit: A pinstriped suit with a tie and a black hat that matched his black boots. Just as his name 'Black Viper', the outfit must flow and blend with the darkness. Well, the usual dress code of the mafia was black. On his bed were two briefcases: a black and a white with black stripes. He opened the white and inside were arranged his weapons for operation.

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.

In the Celestial Pack, they lodged in a resort. Beta had brought forth the uniform they would be putting on. It looked casual and came with a mask and cap that would disguise them. Lena had her own on herself and stood before the mirror to see how it looked on her. “Simple, but has a Mafia vibe….” She grinned and turned to the Alpha. "Is this the way the Mafias dress when they want to make a subtle move?" He grimaced. “Why do you seek an answer? To tell Nathan how we dressed?”

We were sitting in her room catching up, we hadn't seen each other in two weeks. "Yeah, he should be here soon." Mia replies. Diego Garcia is our other best friend, Mia, Diego, and I have been inseparable since we were seven years old. Suddenly, the door opened, "I've arrived," Diego shouts. He always does this. He's a very dramatic person. Diego Garcia is a hacker for our mafia, along with Mia, much like me, Diego and Mia never go on missions. We mostly work from our warehouses. "Stop screaming, Diego." I scold him jokingly.

I can't believe they had been pretending for so long. I got ready, am wearing a baby blue coloured long sleeved shirt with a black pant and along with a classy pair of sneakers. I let my hairs freely open due to the surrounding plaster. Some minutes later, Lea joined me. She is not wearing anything important but a jean with a black coloured blouse and the classy boot, more likely to her daily mafia style. Lea leads me to the terrace, opening the door I saw a group of bodyguards who are waiting near the car. "What they are doing?" I questioned Lea.