Rumah Mafia Mewah Novels & Stories

I smiled,making him smile. "By the way,this room is very expensive...you shouldn't have booked it for me." I said to him. "Well,when you are the wife of the owner,you don't need to think that much." He said to me,making my eyes pop out. Owner!!! Woah...but isn't he a mafia? "But aren't you...you a mafia?" I asked him hesitantly

Maya I never imagined I’d spend an afternoon inside one of the Irish Mafia’s safe houses. Yet here I am. Sitting on a ridiculously comfortable leather sofa, staring at a giant television that isn’t even switched on. The entertainment room is nicer than most apartments in Manhattan. Pool table. Games console. Bookshelves. A fully stocked kitchen. Someone even thought to put fresh flowers on the dining table. It’s strangely… normal. Which somehow makes it even stranger.

Cancel that, I plopped back into my seat and let worry gnaw me with its cold, sharp teeth from the inside until we finally arrived at the base. I don’t know what it is about the mafia and their obsession with humongous properties, but the Pakhan’s house was just as big as the one back in Sicily. But this one was different. It was a luxurious mansion standing four floors from the ground. The giant pillars on the front entrance stretched up the third floor, dwarfing every single thing that stood between the two of them. The entrance was brown, the biggest door I had ever laid my eyes on. The rest of the house was painted dazzling white.

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.

The high ceilings, marble floors, and famous art sculptures spoke of wealth and power, and the dark tones of the walls added a sense of mystery and danger to the space. The living room was spacious, with comfortable leather couches and armchairs arranged around a massive, carved wooden coffee table. The walls were adorned with paintings of classic Italian landscapes and old family portraits, adding a touch of history and tradition to the space. A grand piano stood in the corner of the room, surrounded by antique candelabras and sculptures. The kitchen was equally impressive, with granite countertops, custom-made cabinets, and high-end appliances. The mafia boss's personal chef was hard at wo

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.