Rumah Mafia Mewah の小説・ストーリー

Savita tai said while moving the door shut. ******* On the other side _ Leaving the noise and hustle bustle of the metropolitan city a big and splendid mention was standing proudly in the outskirt if the city. It was very beautiful and magnificent. It has 10 floors. It was the house of the business tycoon manik malhotra. Manik malhotra who is the second name of perfection, thought he is involved in some illegal activities too but his business always works like a sheild to him. He is the mafia leader in mumbai and a big name of underworld.

The worry has sink into my bones now, blooming deep. Serena hesitates, then exhales. “My husband said Aleksei, Aleksei Drognov, is the kind of man people don’t talk about. Don’t mess with. That his whole family is into… ” “Sex trafficking?” I ask sharply. She recoils. “No!” “Then what?” “Money laundering. The dark side of life.” I swallow hard. “Dark side of life? Like what, murder?”

"I want access. You’re Raphael's brother. You work inside his empire. I want you to be my eyes and ears. Feed me information. Sabotage when necessary. Undermine quietly." Lorenzo recoiled slightly. "You want me to betray my brother?" Martin's smile didn't waver. "I want you to help me destroy him." "You’re insane." "Maybe. But I have the video. And I know how to make it go viral. Police, press, social media. You'll be roasted alive." Lorenzo balled his fists. "You're blackmailing me." "Let's call it bargaining." Silence stretched between them as the city lights shimmered below.

Bobby coldly threatened, "This will be your last warning." "I won't leave the house, and you can't do sh*t Bobby. I won't let you turn this place into your drug den for the mafia. I worked too hard to watch the place turn filthy.” My head was knocked by some force when he mentioned the mafia. Bobby was involved with the mafia. No wonder he wanted the house so badly. The company was a cover-up for him. That was why he killed Mr McCole and the residents. It wasn't because they had seen him, but it was what they heard.

The thought of being close to another woman makes me sick, but Harlow has left me with no choice. I need to get details about the new changes in the mafia family from Julia, she’s the only key to access the information. The jet lands after three hours of a journey. I enter the house. The house where I grew up, the house where I first met my soulmate. This house holds many precious memories, but I have to let it go. “Alessandro Bianchi?” A middle-aged couple enters from the main door. “That’s me,” I tell them. “I’m Richard Solem and this is my wife, Anna Solem, we’re here to look around the property,” the middle-aged man tells me.

I peered out of my dirty car window at the big mansion and had to consciously raise my jaw back up off my chest. I knew houses like this populated the island, but I hadn't actually been this close to one before now. Perfect white marble columns were flanked by lush tropical greenery, and scenic balconies hung out at regular intervals. The place was huge. Grandiose. Palatial. It belonged in a movie. And according to my roommate, it was actually one of the smaller mansions of the island. Key Island was the home of two extremely exclusive resorts, a smattering of multimillion dollar homes, and some locals to help run it all. The island was known as the island for people with more money than the

He asked again yanking her in front of him harshly as she slowly looked up at him. "I wasn't.. Trying to do anything.. They weren't leaving me alone.” She tried explaining but Zeke glared at her. "These people are not normal human Danica. Everyone in here is a mafia or belongs to a mafia family. You must not mess with anyone here, do you understand me?" He looked at her furiously making her to give him a nod as he walked away with her following him behind.

The hotel—fucking—Valgrande. Straight out of a goddamn billionaire’s catalog. All polished stone and darkwood. Clean lines and soft lighting. It pretends to be peaceful. But it's crawling with the mafia—and rich, sick, twisted people who do deprived things in their spare time. Like illegal hobbies. And some acts or things that can be considered as criminal. Like orgies, arms dealings, drugs and murder. Six stories high, it was tucked into the quiet streets of Domodossola—like it didn't have secrets bleeding from its walls.

He was driven straight to his quartenage where he would have his brother brought in. The majesty and the radiance of the towering estate shone through the expanse of the clouds. They approached the boundaries and the women beheld the glorious spectacle. The mafia lord was rich, obscenely rich. It was clear that this was his home, away from the demons of his alter ego.