Rumah Mafia Mewah Novels & Stories

The one who liked the extravagant lifestyle was Sienna, not her. The Mercer's mansion, located in the heart of the city, was a grand and opulent residence. It was built in the 19th century and stood as a symbol of wealth and power. The mansion boasted intricate architectural details, with its towering columns and ornate carvings. Inside, the rooms were adorned with luxurious furnishings and exquisite artwork. The Mercer family, who were prominent members of society, hosted lavish parties and gatherings in their magnificent home. However, as time passed, the mansion fell into disrepair and was eventually abandoned. Today, it stands as a haunting reminder of a bygone era.

I was more interested in our position and the wealth we had acquired. "We have had reports that the Russian mafia is doing extremely well. Infact, they are doing well enough to threaten our position and to take over our territory," Ken said as he waved his hands about. Everyone stilled as they watched him. I also stared at the overgrown ape and the hideous tattoos that covered his neck. "There have been rumours of a rat in our mafia, boss," Ken added as he glanced at me. Why the fuck was he even looking at me? I hit a fist down onto the table so hard that it made a loud thudding sound. A couple of grown men flinched in their seats and I chuckled darkly before I began to speak.

It’s too cold to be up this early on a Saturday morning. Almost a hundred feet up from the long driveway of the house, a large black SUV is idling. The rear windows are tinted completely black while the driver and passenger are smoky gray, so they won’t get a ticket. Whoever they are, they’re mafia. If there was any doubt the tinted windows clinched it. That and they were carefully out of shot of the cameras—that they know where the cameras are speaks volumes. All mafia Carlo does business with comes to him—usually at his huge house. A house empty of anyone except him and sometimes my mother, when he allowed her to stay the night. Carlo got off on power plays, and showing off his home always

They bribe world leaders with millions in cash and kill spies who dare get too close. A life in the Leonardo mafia is rewarded with great wealth that comes with great danger. The homes that Leonardo owns are endless and they are neither small or cheap. He lives in one of the most expensive homes in all of Italy, a home worth billions of dollars, with an airport in the backyard and an amusement park for his daughter. This is not even mentioning the possession of fifty fast cars in his underground parking garage.

He’d participated in the Mafia world to gain power that would help him with his revenge plan. Now exactly 22 years later, 28 years old Dmitri, a billionaire with hazel green eyes, the proper masculine physique, perfect face cut, impressive height of 6’2”, is a typical introverted, observative, arrogant and quick-witted person, who doesn’t want anyone in his life, especially a woman. He runs his companies in the line of electricals, Machinery, software and textiles apart from other investment businesses like equestrian, casinos and resorts in foreign countries. He manages both legal and illegal work perfectly. He’d also become one of the most successful and eligible businessmen in America.

We were sitting in her room catching up, we hadn't seen each other in two weeks. "Yeah, he should be here soon." Mia replies. Diego Garcia is our other best friend, Mia, Diego, and I have been inseparable since we were seven years old. Suddenly, the door opened, "I've arrived," Diego shouts. He always does this. He's a very dramatic person. Diego Garcia is a hacker for our mafia, along with Mia, much like me, Diego and Mia never go on missions. We mostly work from our warehouses. "Stop screaming, Diego." I scold him jokingly.

At my birthday party, a subordinate chuckled and said in Russian to my husband, Tony Gambino, heir to a mafia family. “Sir, Sasha has a surprise for you tonight. You’re in for a good time!” Tony handed me the piece of cake he had just cut and wished me a happy birthday before replying to him in Russian. “That girl always has her tricks in bed. Makes it hard to resist. I’ll see her tonight. “Just don’t let Madam find out, or I’m afraid I’ll get thrown out.”

Luca continued, "we were able to figure out why he was in town. He was securing some business deals with real estate companies and a few apartment complexes. None of them have been reported properly to the mafia network." Massimo frowned. "Just some real estate deals? Really—that's all?" "Combined with the purchasing of some home improvement tools and some heavier construction equipment bought under the table, it sounds like he's building something big," Luca explained. "Perhaps some kind of stronghold, or a place to hide deals even we don't know about." "Great," Massimo complained. "So we it could be something as simple as skimming from our tributes or as dangerous as all-out war. And we ha

“What do you mean?” “They're old school mafia. They have roots in Sicily or something, but they made most of their money in real estate in the early eighties. They had a trash company and were basically the stereotypical Italian mafia,” Sara explains. “That's why they have that big house, the buildings, stuff like that. But, they're not making money like they used to. The money is in digital now, which is why they want in on the Savio Family.” “Where did you learn all that?” I ask. I'm impressed that she's delved into the histories of the families.

I clung to a final shred of hope that he would step in to protect me, just as he always had. But the bald man was rubbing his hands together, a lecherous grin on his face as he stalked toward me. Alessandro just let out a soft chuckle, not moving a muscle. Just as I was about to close my eyes and resign myself to my fate, I heard a familiar voice. "Three million?" Alessandro said, slowly turning the paddle in his hand. "Then I'll bid five million." The bald Capo froze, stopping in his tracks. My heart began to pound.