Novel & Cerita Port Mafia

Sophia tried not to shudder at her own indifference. Maya let go of Sophia's shoulder and whisper-yelled. “Are you out of your mind, Soph? You're getting yourself involved with people from the mafia," Sophia froze, and Maya continued. "Mafia as in, M-A-F-I-A. Those are the type of people you're getting yourself involved in," She didn't know what exactly the meaning of a mafia was, but she knew it was a dangerous organization. They sold illegal drugs and all sorts of weapons. Some were even engaged in human trafficking and rape, if not worse.

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

he paused and half smiled. “The Mortale mafia is best known for buying and selling attractive girls. Any girl that turns them down has to live in hell for the rest of their life, that is, if she is lucky enough to turn them down in the first place. So, serving them drinks is like going up there to discuss your price. Obviously, you are new to New York cause everyone knows the Mortale mafia since their crimes are just in sight of everyone. It is never hidden.” I stifled a burst of laughter at his impossible explanation, but once the realization that what he said could only be possible in this club, an intense silence enveloped me as I gulped.

Heck he would show no mercy if the Patriots lost and probably show no mercy and celebrate if they won. Carlos started rubbing my feet, after finishing his taco. "What's your book about?" I looked over at the tv...commercial time...."Teenage mafia and romance." "Soooo...like Men being made?" "Its called Mafia Royals, and women are allowed to be made at 18. Its their birthright."

Martin asked casually, leaning on the rail beside him. Lorenzo didn’t answer directly. "You recorded it? Or hacked it?" Martin shrugged. "Does it matter? The important thing is: I have it." "What do you want? Money?" Lorenzo asked, already fishing for how deep this would go. Martin let out a low chuckle. "Money? Please. That’s too simple. No, I want something much more useful." He turned, locking eyes with Lorenzo. "I want access. You’re Raphael's brother. You work inside his empire. I want you to be my eyes and ears. Feed me information. Sabotage when necessary. Undermine quietly."

Immediately the door was slammed shut, Roman turned to look at Jamie, "Azazel's family used to be the head of the Mafia. Grandfather took over when he got to the human world." "You know, Werewolves crave dominance and he made the mafia his pack. Now, Azazel wants to rule the mafia." Roman explained. On the other hand, Jamie was a bit surprised, she had been trying to get Azazel to meet her, so they could talk. However, he had been evading her. Also, all the plans she had set up to catch him never worked. Seeing Jamie in deep thought, Roman continued, "We can't let him rule the mafia. It's our territory." He said, with so much resoluteness.

None of them looked younger than twenty-four, meaning I had to be the youngest. The mansion belonged to one of the most feared men in the city, Domenico Fanucci. Although he tried covering his tracks behind a family vineyard and brewery, everyone knew him as one of the most ruthless and notorious mafia bosses. His sons had quite the reputation in the city as well, and it was not a good one. There was the youngest brother, Dante, known for his playboy ways, the middle child, Gian, known for his lack of manners, and at last, the oldest, the heir—Alessio, known for his hideous temper, cold aura, and handsome looks.

I took a sip of my drink, the bitterness a perfect match for my mood. “Isn’t it ironic how they all have to take part in most of the same things as my dad and his business partners?” I asked my wolf, my lips not moving and my face not betraying a hint of my conversation as my eyes wandered the room. “I was just thinking the same thing,” Ema replied. “Flip sides of the same coin.” “I couldn’t have put it better myself.” Ema was right: despite the similarities between powerful business people and the Mafia, the worlds were so different. There was an undercurrent of danger here, a tension that was absent from the staid world of business networking.

As for the ones who did, they were long dead. The chances that Ronaldo would not sell me off to the mafia if I went back was an absolute zero. My future would be even worse off than the first. The marriage would have ruined my life the first time, but I have a 100% certainty that it would end my life the second time. The Crow Cartel is the mafia of mafias. If that's even an expression. They are not a force to be trifled with. I've seen Ronaldo quiver in fear at the mere mention of the name. Helps me gauge how much he hates me by trying to marry me off to them.

Matteo said. "Let me make myself clear, Matteo. I do not want some whore you bought," Matteo's son, Vittore answered in a deadly calm voice. Now that word hurt. It made terrifying memories flash in my mind. I sagged, being held up my two men as I tried not to have a panic attack. I breathed slowly. Now was not the time Dalia. You are free ok? You are out. Breathe. Breathe... "I realise she is in fact pathetic but, she is property of our mafia. She's worth billions," I was confused at that.