Rumah Mafia Mewah Novels & Stories

She has never carried herself like that. "Do you kill people ace ?..." She asked and ace Smirked. "We are mafia Sarah. That's our thing. But we don't hurt innocents, children or women." He assured her but still she was very uncomfortable with the thought that they kill people. Sarah looked at the big mansion and instantly got impressed by its beauty. Everything was designed with unique color combinations. Shiny marble floor and expensive paintings. It was screaming royalty. Sarah saw one maid coming towards her. "Hello ma'am. I'll guide you to your room please come with me..."

Adam sighed, arguing with Mark is useless to the man has no venomous mouths, Mark is a CEO, of all Delio families, Mark Delio is the most in normal and sunny life, far from dark words. And Adam Delio is the best in the Mafia world, he has connections and even almost all over the country, with the drug cars, behind gatecrashing guns, and with many rivals and enemies of course, his life is far from the calm and safe word, this also applies to people close to it, Mark also includes. Moreover Elina if that woman is legitimate later. That's also what forced Adam to be a robot that didn't have any weakness, but now it seems he's going to have a weakness, the child who is now in Elina's biological.

He added. Just as always he was well informed, my negligence had really gotten the best of me. A lot of things had changed and most of the connections I had, had been stolen from me. This was something with being a Mafia, with Money anything can be bought over. To my world, Alliance, Money and Connections were the sure deal. "He's involved in a lot of dirty deals, it involves human trafficking, I have to bring him in order " I replied. Human trafficking was something I detest.

It was a beautiful city, big too. We pulled up outside a large fancy hotel and unloaded all our stuff. I just stood there looking at the building, not moving. A hand snaked around my waist. "My father owned it. Now I do." Bran smirked lightly and frowned. "This is our second home. No one knows about it. The Snakes don't ever come here." "Why not?" I turned my head to face him. "Monroe city, it belongs to the Russian mafia. They're bigger and scarier than a gang."

“What do you mean?” “They're old school mafia. They have roots in Sicily or something, but they made most of their money in real estate in the early eighties. They had a trash company and were basically the stereotypical Italian mafia,” Sara explains. “That's why they have that big house, the buildings, stuff like that. But, they're not making money like they used to. The money is in digital now, which is why they want in on the Savio Family.” “Where did you learn all that?” I ask. I'm impressed that she's delved into the histories of the families.

Cancel that, I plopped back into my seat and let worry gnaw me with its cold, sharp teeth from the inside until we finally arrived at the base. I don’t know what it is about the mafia and their obsession with humongous properties, but the Pakhan’s house was just as big as the one back in Sicily. But this one was different. It was a luxurious mansion standing four floors from the ground. The giant pillars on the front entrance stretched up the third floor, dwarfing every single thing that stood between the two of them. The entrance was brown, the biggest door I had ever laid my eyes on. The rest of the house was painted dazzling white.

It was very well decorated and had great interior design. "Mala," Emilio's sister smiled, "welcome to our home. This mansion is almost two centuries old." "Her name is Bela Luna," Giovanni's deep voice entered the conversation. "It was built by my great-grandfather in the late 1800s for his wife, which is why it was named after her. My grandfather lived in this house ever since he was born, I did and my children as well, although most of them have moved out. ” "È fantastico," I genuinely marvelled. (That's amazing)

Third Person Pov: Thomas Allen is one of the most ruthless leaders in the mafia gang Hayden Wren heads. Its known as 'Python'. Recently, there's been a fued between the two, hence; Thomas moved to Dubai. The members of the gang thought things would dissolve over time... but it didn't. Communication seized between the two for the past two years. Now, Thomas is back to set things right.

It was as if I had entered a world that existed beyond imagination— I wondered how the other four Mafia men would look like. The exterior of the mansion was a striking rich design; it was situated far from prying eyes, hidden behind thick trees and imposing stone walls. It was a fortress hidden in plain sight. The interior was a marvel of luxury. Crystal chandeliers hung from high ceilings, casting a warm, ethereal glow on marble floors that gleamed underfoot. Priceless artworks adorned the walls, each piece seemingly telling a story of its own. The furnishings were a harmonious blend of modern and classic, creating an atmosphere of timeless elegance.

“Being my adoptive daughter comes with benefits, of course. You’ll live with us in our mansion, and you’ll receive a monthly allowance of $100,000 that you can use as you wish.” Mafias are rich. I remember my neighbor also said. It’s a life of great risks and even greater rewards where the women are draped in furs and jewels. The houses are large, he said. Places that blend business and pleasure, where they live and kill in the same halls. A different car to drive each day of the week. I thought my neighbor was exaggerating, but my new insane monthly allowance leaves me wondering if he spoke with first-hand knowledge about this level of wealth.