Rumah Mafia Mewah 소설 & 이야기

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

Not now that I’m defenseless anyway. We entered a vast front yard with a tall circular fountain in the middle of the path and behind is a wide European mansion. This mansion is at the end of an exclusive village and for passersby, this is just like the others – full of wealthy professionals because they’re the only ones that can afford such luxury, where they’re not entirely wrong. But this is Casa Rios, according to the data I gathered. Casa Rios is currently inhabited by Jett Rios, a business tyrant and infamous boss of the Rios Mafia – my target. “W-Where are we?” I asked through gritted teeth, feigning a frightened expression.

The room was an elegant shade of off-white, and expensive, well-made furniture loitered it. This was the office of Chiara’s father, Lorenzo, its elegant appearance a contrast to the casual feel of the restaurant just outside it. Lorenzo’s eyes scanned through the screen of his IMac, the beads of sweat that ran down his face a sign of his ill luck. What Lorenzo’s eyes were fixed on were the financial records of his restaurant and though it had been doing well, he was twenty thousand dollars lacking in the money they were meant to make.

Unfortunately this was nothing new in a family that worshipped him as if he was the lord himself, and rightfully so. Grandpa Fanucci had come to the country without a single penny, and grandma had followed him with all of their twelve children. Together with his eldest son, my dad, Domenic Fanucci, he had managed to build a vineyard from scratch, then a brewery, then a brand, then some more businesses, both legal and illegal, and had somehow grown into one of the largest mafia in the East Coast. The Fanuccis ran this city, and everyone in it. Every neighborhood, every store, every tile on the street belonged to us—and it was because of my deceased grandfather, and Domenic Fanucci, that our e

Many men were all lined up, waiting for the master of the house to grace them with his presence. Michael got out of the car, Aurora in his hands. All the men bowed down while greeting, “Welcome back, Master.” Michael ignored them and strode in with his wife, leaving all the men perplexed, question marks expressed on their faces. ‘Who is that woman?’ Michael strode into the house. It was luxurious; the decoration was simple. All the living room furniture was either purple or white, while the walls were all white. He immediately climbed the steps; his bedroom was at the end of the corridor. He entered the room and placed Aurora on the large and comfy bed, deliberating on whether to change her

When the red haze of fury finally cleared, I found myself standing over Helena's prone form, my hands sticky with blood. The warehouse had fallen silent, the fight over. But the real battle, I realized as I turned to face Aliyah's shocked gaze, was just beginning. Aliyah Sundane The world had tilted on its axis, everything I thought I knew crumbling around me. Alessandro, my Alessandro, was standing before me, his hands dripping with blood, his eyes wild with a fury I'd never seen before. Mafia. The word echoed in my mind, alongside the images from the folder Helena had shown me. Newspaper clippings of gang violence, photos of Alessandro with known criminals, documents detailing illegal oper

“What did he mean I hid their baby?” Ava is pacing back and forth in the room. Her hand is on her temple massaging it because she felt like her head would be cracked open by the revelation. Apparently, he’s not joking when he told her he kills people as his means of living. That man is the head of the Druft family, the lethal mafia group that is feared by many cartels all over the state. No wonder Levi did not make a fuss with Daemon in the pub. He’s no match to his wealth and power.

"What does he want from your family now?" "The house." I simply replied. Alliyah's brows arched. "Why does he want to have your family's cheap house now? His children had their own houses, they got a huge mansion and a penthouse. That bastard is as heartless as those crazy mafia guys." "I know right. How I wish his soul gets rotten in h*ll very soon. But, of course, I am not gonna let him have the only thing that was left for us. He already took away everything we had."

I was more interested in our position and the wealth acquired. "We have had reports that the Russian mafia is doing extremely well. Well enough to threaten our position and to take over our territory." Sabre spoke as he waved his hands about. Everyone stilled as they watched him. I also stared at the overgrown ape and the hideous tattoos that covered his neck. "There have been rumours of a rat in our mafia Boss." Sabre said as he glanced at me. Why the fuck is he looking at 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