Rumah Mafia Mewah 소설 & 이야기

Even bhai spoke against me. That was the final straw. I finally lost all my patience. "So why the hell do you guys pretend as if you're saints?" I questioned them. "Avyaan!" My mom tried to sush me. "You guys own the biggest real estate mafia in the country. You forcefully snatch away other people's land for construction of huge buildings, malls and societies. You go on every illegal way to extort money and land and you people are teaching me about being a good husband?" I shouted at them.

Felix pulled up to his luxurious home, he couldn't help but feel a sense of panic. His mansion stood tall and proud, a symbol of his success in the mafia world, but now, it was merely a reminder of the life he had left behind. He stepped out of his sleek black car, his mind filled with thoughts about his next move.

she said instead, being careful to sound indifferent. The woman looked up at her, narrowing her eyes a bit, but she didn't push. "There's an opening now. Large estate. Good pay. You'll be living on the grounds. No going in and out without permission." That's okay," Maya replied without pausing. The woman weakly smiled, as if she'd expected more questions. "It's in Posillipo," she continued, tapping the pen on the desk. "Do you know the name Lucien Moretti?"

He runs the Italian mafia for gods sake, that is nothing I can take lightly. It could never work, right?

most in the Mafia family thought I was his blood. "I'm sorry, Papa." We all called him that 'Papa' because in the Mafia, it's family more than a gang. "How is she?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper but sharp enough to slice through steel. "She hasn’t made a move yet... but she's planning something with her ex-husband. I don’t know what it is yet but I’ll find out soon." He went silent for a moment. I could picture him, his jaw tight, fingers probably drumming on his desk.

My disgust when I realised that the overly religious bastard trying to bring me down, built a church and dutifully attended mass but trafficked the young and helpless when he didn't need to. The Mafia crime ring didn't have to be dishonourable. Him and the others I have taken out were the scum of my world. He was the last of the dishonourable dons in the mafia world. I had picked him right outside the church. Eliminating him and his likes had been my life's work, a work my father started and I was finishing. "Bring me four of his fingers, two from each hand," I order my man, sipping the gin.

I turn away instead of asking questions, and yes, I have thousands of questions that need answers. After we land, there is a sports car and two more black SUVs waiting. The drive to our destination, wherever it is, may take another hour or so. The sun is rising from the horizon, a reminder that I’m away from home and with a man I know nothing about other than a name with a terrifying history. He lives in a mansion on the hill. For a mafia alpha, the design of his house is modern, which takes my breath away, and the interior is even more impressive and warm with luxurious finishes. There are also paintings and a huge family photo on the wall.

Ilya gave that same terse nod and headed to the back of the car to unload my bags. "Come on, let me show you around." He took my hand, and we walked up the path together. Inside, the house opened up even more. High ceilings, wooden floors that shone, and big rooms filled with light from those windows. He started showing me around; the living room with comfy couches and a fireplace, the kitchen that was all modern with shiny counters and appliances I couldn't wait to try. "Perks of a mafia family," he joked as we passed a fancy dining area. "They hook you up with a house like this as a wedding gift. Not bad, right?"

he says angrily, his hands curling into tight fists at his sides. “Sweetheart, Bella is the absolute perfect mafia princess to become your wife,” she says to him, but she purposefully shifts her gaze around his shoulder, her cold eyes locking directly onto mine. She wants to make sure I hear every single word. “She’s endlessly wealthy, drop-dead gorgeous, highly intelligent, and most importantly… she’s worth it.” A mafia princess? An arranged marriage?

“Of course you don’t. The people you sell are just products to you, not living beings with names, lives, families, futures. Who was she sold to?” “To the famiglia. Some Italians showed up here and demanded to buy before the auction, apparently, they were to travel in an hour and needed entertainment for the trip. The minute they saw her, she was picked, and she was examined. Turned out to be a virgin, I made them pay triple the usual price she would have been sold for because of the urgency and the fact that she was liked by them, they paid without even blinking. If you’re looking for her, she’s probably been shared multiple times by them and her body dumped somewhere to rot… AARGH!” He yell