Rumah Mafia Mewah Novels & Stories

he says. I nod, and he continues. “There has been chatter of a new player,” says Corey. “He goes by the name of Urk, and he is a part of the mafia.” He looks at me with a serious face and continues. “He is not someone you want to mess with. He is a monster who specializes in human trafficking globally, and word on the street is that he is setting up a base here somewhere.” He turns and waves me inside, so I follow. I was right, the inside looks good. His home has an open floor plan with one bedroom and bathroom. They are both on the left side of the cabin. On the right side is the dining room and a small kitchen. In the center is the living room.

She moved at a crazy fast speed, was as luxurious as ever with a jacuzzi, and an inbuilt bar. One of the very few of its kind. It was one of the things I had not regretted buying--I craved my privacy more than anything else. Being a billionaire and growing in the eyes of the public had its perks. But it also had a lot of downfalls. Especially when one had a father like the one I had--a scheming bastard who couldn’t care less about the lives of his wife or children. The scandals of my father still blew in my face from time to time--threatening the very core of the Moretti Foundation. It was the major reason why I did all I could to keep a tight leash on my private lives.

Just silent efficiency, the kind born from years of operating outside the law. Silas’s mafia wasn’t a rumor anymore. These were the men who moved money through shell companies, enforced debts with broken fingers, and vanished problems that couldn’t be hacked away. Aiden had glimpsed it before the late-night calls, the locked briefcases, the way Silas’s eyes darkened when certain names were mentioned but seeing it deployed like this felt different. Intimate. Dangerous. He wasn’t supposed to be here. The contract said executive assistant, global access, discretion. Not trigger discipline and blood money.

Good, let's go straight to the location," he said kindly. It didn't matter at all what had just happened. Lusia directed Gama to her car, and the two of them headed to the location of the house that Gama wanted to see. During the trip, Gama expressed her preferences about the type of house she was looking for, including the location, size, and facilities she wanted. Arriving at the location, Gama and Lusia began to look at the house. Gama was very interested and began to consider buying it. She hoped it would be a comfortable place for her and Sierra. One by one, the houses recommended by Lusia were shown to Gama, but none of them were suitable for him, until Lusia felt pessimistic, If what

The bus stopped, and she rushed out as fast as she could, heading two her house which was about two minutes away. On getting home, she saw two black heavily tinted cars parked outside her house. There were two hefty men dressed in all black standing beside each car, and she began to get scraped. The plate number of the car read “Big Boss”, and that was all she needed to know. Someone from the biggest mafia in the city, “The Shadow Empire” is here. But, what could be the affiliation of her family with them? She dashed inside to see her father and mother kneeling in front of an unknown man, who was holding a pistol.

Nicole was not wrong. Her father wasted no time in bringing up the issue. In fact, for dinner the very next day, he prepared what one would call a mini banquet, consisting of foods fruits, meats and wine of all kinds. Apparently he felt the need to do something grand to commemorate his big announcement and the expansion of his empire that would come about as a result....She was not impressed. To be quie honest, she found the whole situation rather wasteful especially since her appetite was nowhere to be found for obvious reasons. But even if she was hungrier than a starved lion, there was only so much food she could eat and eventually, the rest soul go to waste.

, He concluded and the crowd gave a round of applause including me while Nikolai didn't even move a muscle. Something was off, the Vladimir family is a long line of mafia and underworld leaders, why then are they doing charity? They are known to be killers, smugglers, drug traffickers and worse, why do they take out their time to give back to the poor every new year? Could they be some other agenda or are they just doing it out of the kindness of their heart? “Please enjoy the party, buy whatever and do have a Moscow Masquerade evening”, He said, leaving the stage.

It was a house tour for both Dawn and Aqua. The mafia boss did not know where many things were in this penthouse, even though Jericho helped him make it comfortable. The penthouse was considered small compared to his family’s house on private land. However, it was comfortable and had everything he could possibly need in a city.

Ransacking a Mafia stronghold is the same as robbing a mega groceries stores, but for the illegal stuff, I were very surprised as I got the chances to really scours every inch of the large Mansion, from the outside the Mansion looks like any normal mansion that has 1 floor and a basement, but actually the mansion got 3 level of basement, the first floor of basement, was designed to be ass normal as possible, a place where they stored foods, supplies, large barrels of wines and a whole room of expensive wine collections. Even I were impressed with Mikhail wine collections, for sure this guy get a hold of all this expensive wine by stealing them.