Port Mafia Novels & Stories

Bato counters with equal annoyance. I yield against his argument. Bato is right. My deadly job should be the center of my attention, nothing else. Though my head is still aching and doesn’t wanna take in more stuff that will make its pain worse, I have some questions that must be addressed so I won’t screw up. “The Manila Mafia is an international body of criminals that always excellently circumvents the government’s laws. Wouldn’t anyone from their thousand members make a background investigation on their employees? What if they find out that I’m a lycan who’ll kill them for eagerly showing interest about our existence?”

I glared at him and turned to run up the stairs. I got to my room, slammed the door shut, and locked it. I picked up the laptop from the study table and searched for the word that was bothering me the most. "Mafia" Hesitantly, I clicked on the first search result that pulled up and started to read everything about it. Mafia is an informal term that is used to describe a criminal organization that bears a strong similarity to the Sicilian Mafia... Mafias often engage in secondary activities such as gambling, loan sharking, drug trafficking, prostitution, and fraud...

Voilet let her knew what the valid reason behind this is—but it is not the time for her. “I am once an entertainer at your father’s mafia organization…” the eyes of Keesha widen when she heard that. “M-Mafia? O-Organization?” she is stuttering when asking it because she doesn’t know about it. Ms. Violet nodded to her “yes, Mr. Alfredo of Monteverde Mafia.” “Then who is the leader of the silver void mafia organization that Jostein is talking about?” she curiously asked her, then she replied directly to the point.

An order from the Petrov Mafia Godfather. ****😳****

Completely taken off guard by whatever he said. He took a deep breath. “He is a mafia lord. Runs both the Italian mafia on behalf of his mother and the Russian mafia inherited from him by his father. One call and every legal and illegal authority would be at his foot.”

I demanded, pouting my lips. "Rafe is in the Mafia, basically he's a shadow, we can't tell his exact location and whereabouts except he wants us to know and he never does, he just shows up whenever it's necessary. Also he was my first investor, he trusted in my business idea and innovation, you can say he's behind my success in a way" "Do you mean the Mafia is real?" I squealed, pulling out of Damon's body as my eyes widened with this new revelation. "What planet are you from? Mars? Of course the Mafia is real," Damon answered.

“You… seem to really like our boss. So even if I tell you the truth, I don’t think you’ll believe it.” “I’ll believe it.” Something about the look in Araceli’s eyes told her she already knew. Paula sighed. “He’s part of the mafia. Actually, he’s not just a pear. He’s the don.” Araceli swallowed. “Can you explain what that means?” “The mafia’s a criminal organization,” Paula said quietly. “They’re involved in everything—drugs, weapons, trafficking. They control businesses. Politicians. Judges.” “And… murder?” Araceli whispered.

My father beamed with pride. The walk back to the office was quiet. The Russian Mafia is not to be fucked with. Our mafia is ranked one of the most powerful, along with the Italians, but the Russian Mafia easily has us outnumbered. They’re allied with the French mainly, and those two mafias on their own car devour us. I entered the office and made my way to the sofa, while my father sat behind his desk, his hand still on his chin. A pose he often does when he’s thinking.

"This is Javier Pérez, the Columbian Mafia leader." Javier. The man she was looking at. He's not as old as the other men here. Maybe in his mid thirties. It seemed like he hadn't payed much attention to her until the introduction. His eyes checked her out quickly before they exchanged a handshake, both aware of the attraction to one another. My father continues, "Next is Conan Fitzgerald, the Irish Mob boss. Boris Kolev rules in Bulgaria, and Simon Kaminski is the leader of the Polish Pruszków mafia."

They took out their penises from their pants and pointed them at Harry's helpless body. “Arrrggghhh!!” Harry immediately screamed in pain when the mafia members did something he had never imagined before. His wounds became even more painful, even more painful than before. He continued to howl in pain, his body shaking violently. Slowly, his vision began to darken. “You're going to die, you stupid traitor!” said one of the mafia members, making the others laugh with satisfaction. They were going to prolong this old man's hell. ***** Meanwhile, Jefford, the leader of the Black Wolf mafia, was focused on staring at the photo of a wolf on the wall in front of him. It was an alpha wolf, symbolizi