Port Mafia Novels & Stories

He heard the second man ask. “Yes, she’s Alex personal assistant”. Those words clarified Alex suspicions. They’d intentionally targeted Maya knowing that she had a ‘connection ‘ with him. As Alex slowly approached the men, the black dragon tattoo at the side of their necks became visible as he scoffed. These were the Jensens. Mafia’s from Vladimir’s side. Ever since the incident of his father’s death, the Wolf’s and Jensens had become at war with eachother and sworn blooded enemies. Seeing that Vladimir was already sending his men out to him, it looks like he already got wind of his arrival in Russia. This was good. Alex thought.

I’m lowering my iPad slightly, “don’t visually rate adults before second breakfast.” “But he is.” “I know. That’s not the point.” Rafael stared at the road, calmly, but I could see the hint of a smile. Small, smug, and fully self-aware. “But what is mafia?” Gabby asked. “People you should stay away from,” I answered. “Are they rich?” “Do mafia have rules?” Al was fully out of his hoodie now. “Yeah,” Rafael answered before I could. I turned toward him. He glanced at me briefly over the top of his sunglasses. “What?”

Marcus Ruvia just continued his exit from the abandoned building as if he didn't hear anything. Marcus Ruvia was known for being a ruthless, dominant, and powerful young boss of the mafia in the human world. He is very tall and muscular. His delicate features and obsidian eyes made him look mysterious and aloof. His aura imposed that no one should try to mess up with him or else they had their own death wishes.

‘A fun ride in the train is what she needed to get away from the mediocrity of Austria these days,’ she thought while driving to the station after fooling Shane to leave her alone in her room and escaping through the emergency exit from the opposite doorway where she’d placed no security. Somethings, she needed to do alone and this heist was a dream she’d planned since she read about the diamonds in possession of the Italian Mafia’s some days ago. ‘Marco Harold, The Lord of Mafia’s has appointed nine regional Mafia’s to manage the nine cities of the country while he served the capital city of Rome. Nine under him managed the business dealings on his behalf while reporting it to him on a mont

I think he is. I remember the countless times my father forced me to attend his meeting with every member of the Scorpion Mafia family and I can still recall him talking about Andrew Miller, the leader and Don of the Black Mamba mafia family. There was also a day when I happened to accidentally enter my father's private Den and saw some images of members of the Black Mambas and how to identify them; and one of the ways of identifying them was the big “M” tattoo on each of their bodies which stood for “Mamba”.

"Not exactly. Why are you obsessed with me? What does Cardinal want? I know it's not my mafia." "You're a mafia devil." I said "I know that much from the file I found in your closet." "What file?" he asked furiously "The file about you seeing a therapist for a year when u were thirteen to control your anger. You were incredibly violent as a child." I answered a little frightened "I also know that you're going to New York by the next month. The mafia that you have here is just a bunch of people from other mafias helping to cover you while you protect Royalty from Cardinal. You're moving back to New York when all this is over. Your real mafia is there."

I say, he bows his head He shruggs and started looking outside of the window. I got to know, the man I killed was none other than Russian mafia's son Leonid. I immediately lit my cigarette, working on my laptop. " Capo, they'll block our trade!!! " This voice belongs to Luca. " In Russia!! " I clear him, my expressions calm. I don't bother, I am least bothered for those, my trade is already well established across the world and I don't need Russians.

Muraro was quick to find out Nek bet stakes he didn’t have, and he wanted his money or the equivalent. Not thirty minutes after Nek’s confession which her parents were still reeling from, she and her cousin Caprice were ordered to hide in the bedroom closets and not come out no matter what. Muraro accompanied by his men showed up to get his payment in the form of Nek’s head. It turned out Ercole Muraro was connected to an Italian mafia and despite the game being a personal one, he was using his power to collect his debts.

" On your right side. Turn the lamp on. " Catalina found the switch and pressed it. As soon as she touched it, an alarm went off. The pakhan snatched the gun from her hands and with one hand pushed her on the bed with him. She collided with his naked hard chest and now the gun rested on her cleavage. " Rule number 1 . Never believe a Mafia. " He laughed loudly and footsteps echoed in the corridor. The door opened with several men in there and one of them switched on the lights at last.

As I read and scanned the images and papers one by one, Chief Jackson began explaining. "We gathered reports that Rafael Jewry was once a member of the mafia group, AO, here in the states. I'm sure you are familiar with those initials!" "Yeah! AO Gang was once the strongest mafia in New York. Till the authorities captured each member including their leader four years ago!" AO, an abbreviation for Alpha Omega. The only mafia group that could be compared to MM Scarface, one of the most powerful mafia groups in Italy.