Rumah Mafia Mewah Novels & Stories

Each room was more impressive than the last, with multiple leisure spots scattered throughout the house—from a cozy reading nook to a sun-drenched terrace overlooking the sea. After the tour, Ethan briefly spoke with the kitchen staff, asking them to prepare dinner while they caught up on the patio. The house was more than just a display of wealth; it was a fortress. The doors were state-of-the-art security level, and the windows were bulletproof—a detail that didn’t escape Britney’s notice. "What are you being protected from?" Britney asked with a raised eyebrow, her tone light but laced with curiosity. "A Russian or Italian mafia lord would comfortably reside here. I know you’re a wealthy

He asks when tons of questions keep stabbing him from inside. “Yes, I am.” “How dare you enter my house?” His presence billows Jacob’s heart from the inside, but he tries to stay calm. Henry’s gaze has trailed all over the house, that is reflecting the wish of seeing someone in particular. The living room is the same as before; nothing has changed at all. The color of the walls, the decoration of the living room, the cozy, comfortable couch with the pillows printed with the art of two little boys—everything is the same as before, just the pattern of the relationship has been changed brutally. Controlling all the emotions that have been raised a while ago, his gaze falls on Jacob. “Calm down,

That was hilarious. "Oh, it belongs to the family all right." I replied with a harsh chuckle. "This is an old mafia safehouse. Has been for years. And all the neighbors? That nice couple we went to visit? Retired mafia. In fact, everybody here is retired mafia. Why do you think we're so safe here? How does it have everything we need?" How could my wife still be so innocent? After everything she'd seen, everything she experienced? How could she not know?

When Maria De La Cruz met the Afro-German from Hamburg, she did not have to leave Mexico. The Fischer family came from Hamburg. They emigrated to Mexico, to one of the poorest neighborhoods, exactly where the De La Cruz family was, because their four little ones were murdered by a gang of hired killers. Little Armin was able to save himself because he was only three years old when he managed to hide until everything was over. Apparently the father worked for the German mafia, he was in charge of laundering money for the elite. And it is known that the German mafia has no limits, no mercy.

Now, it will be her new home. After taking a deep breath, Regina entered the mansion. Last time, because she was so panicked, she wasn't in the mood to look at the house closely. This villa is decorated in a classic style, with two main colors, black and white. The furniture and appliances in the house are not too many, but they are the most expensive and modern items. Thinking about Darryl Rider living alone in such a large house, Regina suddenly felt a little pitiful about him. The man must have been very lonely.

She said, reaching for the door. "I purchased it last month." He said, stepping out of the car. Climbing down the car, she drifted her gaze around. She noticed an old wooden house, "Was it abandoned?" She asked. He laughed again, shaking his head, "An old couple sold it to me," he said. "Where are they now?" She asked, suddenly feeling worried. "Who cares?" He shrugged his shoulders. She glanced at him. He was beautiful in the moonlight. She sighed. She forgot that he was part of the mafia world. How could she expect good from him? She shook off her thoughts.

“Has the issue been sorted out? And who is the cause of it?“ Alex asked looking everyone dead in the eyes. “Don we tried stopping him but we failed, Mack went ahead with his plan of involving kids in the business, he gives them drugs to sell and lets them have a taste of it.“ Mafia B said. “Where is Mack?“ Alex asked. “Don we heard he wants to flee the country, we've sent men after him.“ Mafia A reported. “Why I'm I just hearing of this?“ He growled at them. “Don we thought we could stop him but we couldn't,” Mafia C chipped.

Two years later "Xavier..." Killian marched into his study room. "Still no news?" Xavier asked in dejection to which Killian nodded in lament. A bitterness crept into his face. In spite of the despondency, Xavier was still the boss of the Italian mafia. Together with Killian, they had taken over a few new territories, including the Chinese triads, the Hong Kong triads, and the Japanese Yakuza. The last two years, all Xavier ever did was drowning himself in work and more work. More blood was shed. Megan leaving had awakened the lethal creature inside him. Power became a dangerous thing for him. The more he had it, the more he craved it.

“Does Marek own the building?” Keenan nodded. “It’s one of his many investment properties owned by the business he runs. You’d be surprised how many things he runs. Buildings like this all the way down to waste disposal companies.” I hummed, slightly impressed. Unusually, the mafia stayed in their lane. We made money from illegal businesses, not legit ones. If we happened to make money a legit way, it would be used for a front or laundering at the very least. The Baranov Bratva really was an entire empire on its own.

I thought aloud and Killian chuckled. Less than half an hour went by and we reached our destination. Leo came around and opened the door for us. I stepped out and crossed my arms as I looked at the house that was before me. I was very shocked and impressed but I knew never to expect less from Killian. If anything you needed to expect more than the most. I just didn't understand why he needed a whole mansion when he has a huge perfectly fine penthouse back in New York. Though we are talking about Killian here.. and a mansion like this I'd say is pretty predictable.