Port Mafia Dazai Novels & Stories

Or was this just another layer of the Sokolov facade, another game being played for my benefit? "You’re a strange man, Dmitri," I said, shaking my head. "I can’t figure you out." He offered a ghost of a smile, a fleeting expression that vanished as quickly as it appeared. "Perhaps that is for the best, Tristan. This world…it is not kind to those who are easily read." He released my arm, and I took a step back, feeling a sense of unease settle over me. Dmitri was a dangerous mafia member like Giovanni, a silent observer in a world of calculated chaos. And for some reason, I found myself awed to him, despite the inherent danger.

She was confused by his behaviour – and convinced that Dante was bipolar. A loud knock on her door, interrupted Chiara’s thoughts. She sighed, exhaustion hitting her as she headed to the door and opened it. Her breath hitched, of course it would be Dante – who else lived in the house besides the staff. Her gaze shifted to his arms, the shirt he wore complimented his biceps nicely and the tattoos on his forearms only seemed to attract Chiara to him. She wanted to trace the swirls of ink with her itching fingers, but she held back.

A one-night self-reward to help her erase whatever stupid feelings she thought she had for a mafia boss who didn’t know how to spell softness. Dante reached the last step. He was in a dark shirt and black pants, simple, nothing too official, but somehow the man still looked like danger dressed itself. He stopped when he noticed her staring. His eyes dragged down her body like he was checking what he touched last night. Then he cleared his throat. A slow, wicked smile pulled at his lips. “You want another round before work?” Iris blinked fast. Her throat went dry. She forced a laugh. It came out dry like sand.

Her mind was completely blank, as she was shocked, speechless, and completely clueless as to what she should do. Daciana Lorenzo was the daughter of the Leader of the second-strongest mafia gang, Alfred Lorenzo. After being rivals for a bit of a long time, Damon’s mafia gang and Alfred’s mafia gang decided to form an alliance. A strong one at that. To seal the bond, Alfred betrothed his daughter to Damon. Daciana was pretty enthusiastic about the marriage, given that Damon happened to be a rich and very handsome man.

"I'm itching to find out who that mafia boss is and bring him down," I whispered. "Don't get too excited. This mafia is big, most of the big companies here in Manila and other places are connected to them. This mafia is not easy so if you want to kill him, you just have to be tronger and not making weaknesses," he said and looked at our house. Is he saying Warren is my weakness? "What do you mean?" I asked him irritated. "I'm saying, I don't like him for you. I have a bad feeling about him," he said.

Olivia asked, very curious. Holand remained where he was. He took off the gloves he was wearing with a sigh. "There was a family from Italy. Markus Eleazar was known as the most insane, cruel, psycopath, and cold-blooded killer. He even killed his wife and daughter because of his madness and raised his only son, Darius Eleazar. The black mafia organisation that Markus had previously led was now under Darius' leadership. Then Darius fell in love with a girl from Germany. Miss Isabella Benecia, who was studying in Italy at the time,. Finally, they got married, and Miss Isabella only found out about the cruelty of Darius, who followed in the footsteps of his father, Markus Eleazar. Isabella bec

the door cracked open as Damon came inside interrupting her thought. "Can you leave us alone Damon commanded the guards of which they obeyed" being the best and most trusted friend to the deadliest mafia king feels so good? He gets whatever he wants and also give orders, he is almost equal to Jeremy but Jeremy as the mafia king has more authority. "Hey, are you alright".? "Yes, she answered". "Don't worry I will get you out of here very soon" With that, he gave her a peck on her lips and he turns around to leave but was interrupted by her charming voice.

Harry said and with this, we came to the living room. " Breakfast is ready, sir." Mrs Daisy said to us. " Thanks, Daisy! We will be at the table after fifteen minutes. " I smiled. I paced in my room. I took shower with hot water after going to the gym. I donned in my blue formal. My phone was buzzing on the nightstand. I picked it up. It was a call from the South Mafia. He wanted to sell his poison on Brooklyn's Street. Which I would never allow him. Still, he sent his men to my place. My men easily captured his poison and his men. He wanted to meet me. I thought I should make him understand face to face. Perhaps, nobody taught him that rules are rules, especially mine.

Anaya I was amazed at the spectacle in front of me as we exited the armored car. I may not have seen many places, but I feel this one is the most magnificent. Cia has given me a crash course in Mafia-related things. Her report states that the event was held by one of the wealthiest mafias ever. He is richer than my father and even Nicolas. There is no question in my mind now that I have seen this. Daisy whispered, “Close your mouth or you’ll catch flies.”

"No! How can I just climb on your back? Moreover, there's an injury on your arm." JK yells, "Just shut up and do as I say!" "No, I won't! Why are you showing me mercy now?" "I have never seen a stubborn girl like you." Grabbing her hand forcefully, he makes her lean on his back. "This man, seriously! How long are you going to force me? Will you ever let me live peacefully? When will you stop all this?" "When you love me more than I do." "I'll never fall for you." "You won't have to do it, baby. It will happen automatically. Just wait and see." "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Walk as soon as possible; I'm so hungry." "It's high time to learn how to control your hunger." "Yah, I've never seen a stupid