Port Mafia Dazai Novels & Stories

Lorenzo said. "She is dangerous. They hacked into our systems," Paul said. "What! If they manage to hack into your system and you are one of the best, that means they can hack any mafia system," Lorenzo said. "She has. I know she has," I told them. "How?" James asked. "If their system knows which tattoo belongs to which mafia, which cars, the leaders, their wives, and children, you think that they haven't?" I asked, and they all kept quiet. "We need them on our side as soon as possible. Maybe she can help us defeat Elijah," James said.

~Emilia’s Point of View~ “Well are you,” I asked again, grabbing a pillow and clutching it to my chest. His eyes darted all over the place. Was he … mafia? Oh no. Ohh … no. My eyes flicked to his tattoos. I watched enough TV to know I was in deep shit. “If she were a male, yes,” he said, matter of fact. A sudden surge of anger flooded through me, but not at my mate. Natalie had to know this would happen, you don’t just fuck over people for that kind of money and expect them to let it go. Then, a light bulb went off in my head.

I was furious “Lord is a Mafia king. There is no way he would get us a place he didn't keep under watch. One thing I know about the Mafia is that they don't trust anyone. What would have happened if you said whatever you wanted to say? He would have heard us and probably was watching us and would know exactly what was happening”, Lucas explained. I suddenly felt stupid as I covered my face in my palms in shame, It all made sense now, there was no way he would have stopped me from talking had he not kissed me. His earlier expression explained it all. He was trying to warn me not to say anything. And there I was thinking he was hitting on me. I felt stupid

“The men at the restaurant weren’t random terrorists, Alex. They were after me.” Alex’s smirk faded slightly. “Yeah, I kind of figured that part out. What I don’t get is why.” Damien took a deep breath before sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing his hands together. “The Cobra isn’t just some gang. They’re an international organization—dangerous, well-funded, and relentless. I used to be part of them, when my family was in great dept and I need money for my parents medication.” Alex blinked, his body stiffening slightly. “…What?”

Matteo Salvatore I never wanted to romanticize who I was. A criminal, an outlaw, a mafioso, as everyone calls it. The mafia should never be romanticized. It was never the path anyone should follow, but for me, there was never another choice. Reality imposed itself early on, and the only way to move forward was to accept that there would be no escape. The mafia chose me — and there was no way out.

Somewhere, in the heart of Philadelphia, a third power was rousing from its slumber. Kazuya Tekada, the charismatic boss of the Japanese mafia could be seen with his characteristic eerie smile. His eyes filled with excitement, as he was in the midst of finalizing a deal. "Yeah, yeah! Don't you worry about a thing, my friend," Kazuya spoke with a confident tone, his voice laced with a hint of excitement. "Our guys will make sure your merchandise is delivered safe and sound. We've got the finest coke, the finest marijuana, and as a special token of appreciation from our esteemed organization, we've even thrown in a little bonus for you."

What’s the point of all the dramatic flair? The entire room seemed to freeze, the air growing colder as every head turned to Dax. It was like a scene from a cliché mafia film. Seriously, was this guy a celebrity or something? Oh, right, he’s a mafia kingpin. But honestly, can a powerful mafia boss just waltz around the city like he’s any ordinary person? I sighed deeply, raising a brow at him. My first encounter with Dax had left me trembling, but now? I was immune. This man was like a bad habit I was determined to break. No more soft, feather-light feelings. I was a brave, modern-day superwoman.

He’d participated in the Mafia world to gain power that would help him with his revenge plan. Now exactly 22 years later, 28 years old Dmitri, a billionaire with hazel green eyes, the proper masculine physique, perfect face cut, impressive height of 6’2”, is a typical introverted, observative, arrogant and quick-witted person, who doesn’t want anyone in his life, especially a woman. He runs his companies in the line of electricals, Machinery, software and textiles apart from other investment businesses like equestrian, casinos and resorts in foreign countries. He manages both legal and illegal work perfectly. He’d also become one of the most successful and eligible businessmen in America.

“It means a lot.” Dylan returned the smile. However, Kathrine couldn’t help but notice a hint of distraction in Dylan’s expression. Kathrine squinted her eyes wondering what could be running around her thoughts. “What’s on your mind? You seem distracted.” Kathrine asked with curiosity. “Oh, nothing. I was just wondering.” Dylan replied with a smile. “Come on tell me.” Kathrine said insisting. “Well, did you ever hear about the Mafia?” Dylan asked, leaning closer to Kathrine.