Rumah Mafia Mewah Novels & Stories

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.

“Wait. Moretti Moretti?” Riva frowned. “You know him?” “Are you—are you serious right now?” another friend asked, wide-eyed. “He’s Ares Moretti. That family runs half the illegal shit across borders. Mafia. Guns. Casinos. Black money. People disappear when they breathe wrong around them.” Riva’s stomach dropped. “You mean he’s like… actual mafia?” “Actual. Untouchable. Lethal. And you—” Nia looked her up and down. “What the hell did you do to end up in his car?”

You could imagine a monarch with a fashionable gown and a crown walking around the property with helpers following them around. But this regal property belongs to the Maxford family. The most prominent and the wealthiest family in California. For those who don't know them well, they are an iconic family when it comes to business and real estate, but for those who know them well, the Maxfords are a long line of criminals. Their wealth started from their pirate ancestor, grown by their tyrannical second generations of slavers and tricksters, multiplied by their third generation of assassins. And as the world modernizes, so are their crimes. Maxford business turns to illegal casinos, Casas, hum

"I used it for business. I'm involved in money laundering, and the whole operation and assets got liquidated and seized by the government. The fact is, I've been doing it for years with no problem until Damian Tucker took over the mafia world in this territory." "What?!" Caden gasped. His mother and two sisters looked at their father in horror. "Who doesn't know Damian Tucker? The ruthless mafia boss? How could you get into any dealings with him? The man has a high record for clubbing, drug deals, and frauds, and the police is doing nothing to stop him. Now, I heard he bought a new mansion worth 10 billion dollars. How did you get into business with him? He must have scammed you," Caden said