Novel & Cerita Shark Mafia

Meet Michael Lockwood My name is Michael Lockwood, I’m the middle child of Raphael Lockwood. You might’ve heard about him. The Shark. He is known worldwide. Some people know him because of his Mafia business and others know him for his legit business. He’s not the easiest to work with and most people that go in his way ended up dead somewhere. That’s not how I want to do business. My brother took over his Mafia business and I took over Lockwood enterprises.

he smiled menacingly. "I am the leader of a mafia cartel known as the 7 Daggers, here in Miami. We happen to be the ruling force of the city's underworld and our authority is undisputed. As an Arabian Prince, I'm quite sure you understand what this means" Chelsea started. Hakeem caressed his jaw, gently pulling on his beards. "Am I to feel threatened?" he asked, eyeing Chelsea skeptically.

‘Aleksis Agustus, Chief Executive of Octagon Solutions’ How shameless of her husband to say he was fired from a company he owns? A flicker of excitement rushed into her eyes. All these years, Sierra has tried to dismiss the world she grew up in. The rush and hunger for danger were pulsing through her heartbeat. The same way it would always do whenever she was given a task. There was no need to ask who would play this game better. She knew damn well who would be a better player. All she had to do now was plan her way to make Alek feel like winning, and just when he got a hold of the trophy, she’d sneak in and snatch victory away from him. Maybe kill him. Well, that would be optional.

She sank back into her chair with a defeated look on her face. “ Hmm, what about the Mafia man who owns that Lickety Splitz club where you work on Tuesdays?” Sasha asked now attentive Petra. “Maybe you could meet him to lend you the money, I'm sure he would. Twenty thousand dollars isn't that much of a big deal to rich people like that.” “You are the best, Sasha! I knew I could always count on you when I need advice” Petra was squealing with excitement. Sasha was her best friend. They grew up together and had been friends for as long as she could remember, and her advice had never been wrong.

Seven? “Thank you,” she replied, flashing me a weak smile. “It’s a tough business, the mafia.” I wanted to know more, but I didn’t want to push. “I’m sure it is.” I’d heard horror stories about the mafia. Shootings and stabbings seemed to be common place. The mafia was notorious for hitmen, werewolves willing to kill a target for money. And I assumed the Santonio family, as one of the biggest mafia around, had a TON of hit men.

Lorenzo said. "She is dangerous. They hacked into our systems," Paul said. "What! If they manage to hack into your system and you are one of the best, that means they can hack any mafia system," Lorenzo said. "She has. I know she has," I told them. "How?" James asked. "If their system knows which tattoo belongs to which mafia, which cars, the leaders, their wives, and children, you think that they haven't?" I asked, and they all kept quiet. "We need them on our side as soon as possible. Maybe she can help us defeat Elijah," James said.

she said, and I let her. After dinner, Dante, Gio, Antonio, and I were on the porch at the back. I updated them on what was going on. “Okay then, we know who we are looking for, so there is no confusion. Pascal and the others will be here in a few days, and we start,” Antonio said, and I looked at him. Pascal wasn't just a security detail. Pascal and his men were demons. They were truly what the world feared. Yes, we were a Mafia family, and Pascal and his team were who we used when we wanted to make a statement.

he pointed then, at one of the five mighty men. "I'm sorry, Boss, but that guy is so strong that we can't fight him," explained the man named Dion as he confessed to his boss. The middle-aged man, whose hair had partially turned white, was the head of the mighty White Shark Organization. The White Sharks were a mafia organization that controlled the area. Its territory includes Pakuhaji, Paku Alam and Sepatan. The three areas are not very large. However, the population growth is quite high. Brian Buana, a middle-aged man, gripped Dion's shirt with one hand. He stared at his subordinate.

Replied the officer in anger. “You are practically saying that a huge deal is going to be signed between the two most powerful mafias, where mafia king himself will be present. If the deal is that important, do you think that mafia king will disclose its details? This thing has too many loopholes. Are you sure it's not some sort of trap, set by them?” Asked Emma. The officers all looked at each other, totally well aware that what she said makes some sense, and they had the same doubts. Emma was looking at their confused faces, when the chief sighed.