Rumah Mafia Mewah Novels & Stories

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.

The Mensah Moon Estate was massive, built like a fortified castle and dripping in modern mafia opulence, fully decorated with silver banners and fresh kills to celebrate Amara’s big day. Every high-ranking wolf in the room wore expensive tailored suits and heavy gold chains, except for Rapha. He stood out like a dying rogue, dressed in an oversized shirt and frayed jeans, his face covered in dark ash to mimic a sickness. He didn’t just disrupt the elegant mafia gathering—he completely shattered the illusion.

“Since you were so eager to show up at my workplace uninvited, maybe you should also follow me to my other workplace, “ he spoke menacingly and I gulped. I knew better than to protest. He definitely wasn’t asking my permission but on the bright side, I would get to see his Mafia boss side, since I didn’t get to see much of his CEO side. ***************** I was stunned to see that a 3-story house was what he usually referred to as the mafia house. I mean the first thing that came to mind when I heard that wasn’t a beautiful house adorned with beautiful flower bushes. I had expected to see a campground with people fighting and blood spilling. I expected a chaotic environment, not this peaceful

But I inevitably felt frustrated when I remember he mentioned the sex slave thingy. "D-damien, you're joking right?" I laughed along with that because I wanted to hide my frustration. "Sabrina, I'm not just a businessman but, I'm a mafia king too. A dominant and a sadist. I like to play in the bed but to someone I want. I have flings before but no one of them ever pass my standards." I was just stunned by what he said. I didn’t know what to say because I was surprised too.

"No kidding." He ignored my sarcasm, remaining impassive. "The Russian mafia wants to take over our property in New York. They’re expanding too fast, eliminating competitors, claiming new territories. They’re cutting old deals and establishing new ones—on their own terms. Luigi Romano is caught in the middle of it." I swallowed hard, feeling a knot form in my stomach.

I asked and he glanced at his blonde secretary before he stared at me. "You and I know both know the situation of your company, it is crashing everyday without control," He leaned in as he spoke. "So game houses are popular for games. I'll sell the card and I will be completely honest with you. Opening a gaming house equals involvement with the mafia, drug smuggling and gun trafficking," He smiled at me.