Pakaian Mafia Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

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?”

Once we were inside Renzo spoke first as if I were not there. “I don’t want to believe that it’s the Armani syndicate,” Renzo said, his voice low and urgent. “It has to be them,” Mother said. “No one else would try to do this to her without a reason.” Father paced near the window. “They have been quiet for fifteen years,” he said. “Why now? How did they even know she was back?” Renzo stayed quiet for a moment. “It shows they never truly disappeared as we thought,” he finally said. “Remember the message they sent to Mum? They’ve been waiting for her to return.”

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.

She didn’t know whether to feel protected or petrified. He turned back to her as the guards dragged the women out. "Don’t mistake this for a favor," he said coolly. "I just don’t let anyone speak shit about what’s mine." Martha’s throat tightened. That strange blend of possession and protection lingered in her mind like smoke. She was still lost in thought when Martin walked in, dressed in a charcoal suit that barely masked the healing bruises on his cheek. His eyes roamed the room before falling on her. She felt his gaze long before he stepped forward.