Rumah Mafia Mewah Novels & Stories

“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

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.

If it were before, there wouldn't be any problem but now, I can't just risk my baby's life and future because of her father who is a grown up adult who can protect himself. The Russian mafia are known for their ruthless and also been involved in the human trafficking. They kidnap both children and women. The children are sold to be slaves while the stronger ones are taught the ruthless ways of been assassins to the point that they don't feel anything to anyone, its as if there humanity is lost. Others who are extremely weak and don't have good appearance, Their body parts are sold while others are thrown into the streets to be begging for money as a method ti earn more money for them. The wo

* * * * * * * * * * PD Luciana wandered through the villa's garden, the scent of blooming flowers and freshly cut grass filling her lungs. But her mind wasn't on the serene surroundings. Alessandro's words echoed in her thoughts; "Antonio's family is Mafia... they're ruthless. They'll stop at nothing to get what they want." She shivered, despite the warmth of the sun on her skin. The Mafia's reputation was notorious - brutal killings, extortion, and corruption. They operated in the shadows, and their influence reached the highest echelons of power.

In the underworld, power is paid for in blood and betrayal. And I was born to rule. I survived the back alleys of the Bronx. Then I was adopted by two different mafia families. The first family's fake daughter cried. She wanted my territory. I smiled. I crushed her. I took every illegal casino and smuggling route in Brooklyn. The second family's fake heir slit his wrists for pity. I yawned. I took his black Amex. And the keys to the armory. I won. Clean. Both times. I sent those two idiots to the most dangerous prison on the East Coast. At twenty, a bloody DNA report showed up. Turns out, I'm the long-lost daughter of the Callahans. The biggest Irish mob in Boston. My first day at the Callah

But I couldn’t stop now. Riccardo Moretti never needed to raise his voice to command respect. His presence alone did that. “I refuse to believe I raised such a stupid daughter,” he said evenly. “You still don’t get it? In this world, no one does what they want. Everyone does what they must.” “I know,” I replied quickly. “I know how the mafia works. Rules. Deals. Hierarchy. But—” “But nothing,” he interrupted again. “Everything has a price.”

“I wanted the love of parents, brothers, and the feeling of having a sister. But now, I’m not interested in anyone— not you, not your brothers, not your parents, and not anyone else. Understood?” With that, Rose picked up her plate and walked back to her room. Everyone remained frozen in shock. Daniel stood up as well and walked out silently, without saying a word. A.R. Company A.R. Company was a thirty-floor building. The top floor belonged exclusively to Daniel Blackwood—his private cabin, where no one could enter without his permission except his assistant. That day, the glass-walled cabin was in complete disarray.

"You’re the wife of Zver. That makes you important. You can’t just go waltzing around." That softened tone cuts deeper than a yell. I flinch, jerking back a little, and glance around as if the room will offer me reason. I don’t want to seem irrational. I get it, Aleksei is rich, maybe even famous? I still don’t know what he actually does for a living. Is he really mafia? I’ve been stalling asking, because I don’t want to hear the answer. But I should. I really should. "So what does that mean for me?" I ask, tense. "That I’m under house arrest forever? I can’t stay locked in here the rest of my life. How am I supposed to get a job?"

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.