Sit Down Mafia Mga Nobela at Kwento

Seated around it were the heads of the four mafia families in Rome. Bianchi, his ever-present right-hand man looming behind him. Vincenzo, flanked by two towering enforcers. DeLuca, the infamous one-man warrior. Carveli, draped in a heavy fur coat, his bulldogs resting at his feet, drool pooling beneath their jowls. Jaxon pulled out a chair and sat, completing the circle. “Apologies for the delay.” His voice was steady, his expression straight. Carveli smirked, a cigar clamped between his teeth. “We’ve been having fun without you.” He gestured to the poker game. “You in?”

Damian noticed her confused face. "What happened?..." He asked while other men were busy in discussions... "Why are all the girls sitting on men's lap ?" She asked looking at him, her face was near his cheek, her lips inches away from touching them... Damian looked at her and realised she definitely had no idea how men treat women in mafia... "Because they own them..." He said rubbing his rough thumb on her thigh, feeling her soft skin making her shiver in his hold... "Own them ? Are they slaves ?..."

“Ohh, you think you can demand from us? Do you not realize where you are? You are sitting in one of the largest mafia Offices there is.” “I completely know where I am sitting, but I must demand that my safety is insured before I start talking. If you wanna know how I got in here and you want to know what I am doing here, you will put the gun down, step back and sit down and listen to what I have to say.”

They had their whole lives ahead of them and now, they had to face the issues in the mafia. Slowly, they walked into the mansion and directly into a small meeting room. Without rest, Roman had declared a meeting as they didn't have enough time. As soon as they got into the meeting room, Jamie was standing by Roman's right hand while Lucas stood by his left. "Sit!" Roman ordered with a stern look. Swiftly, everyone in the meeting room sat down with tensed looks in their eyes. The mafia wasn't in the right place and they needed to do things urgently.

Dangerous men. The tension was thick—violence barely restrained. Jasmine felt the energy shift. Felt the weight of eyes on her. Felt the dominance in the air. But none of it compared to the presence of him. Jerald DeLuca. Pure Sicilian mafia royalty. He sat at the head of the table, his very posture exuding power. He wasn’t just a man—he was a force.

I said, my voice dangerously calm, "your presence here is an insult. And who are you to question my right? By our own rules, you are as unfit as anyone you might accuse. Your family's alliances are fluid, your reach is limited." Vlad chuckled, a dry, grating sound. "Ah, but that is where you are mistaken, Sokolov. I have secured an alliance that not even your ruthlessness can counter. An alliance that brings true power, true legacy, back to the Tenevaya Bratva." He paused, letting his words hang in the air, allowing the tension to coil tighter. "My family will soon be tied to a once powerful mafia family in Italy." A murmur swept through the room. The elders exchanged glances, their impassiv

Charity demanded once Milet removed her hand. Milet glared at her, exasperated. “Charity! Of all the people in this club, you had to bump into him?” “What’s so special about that guy?” Charity asked, frowning as she rubbed her temple. Milet dragged her to a quieter corner outside the club. “Listen to me: if you ever see that man again, avoid him at all costs. He’s part of the Mafia. He’s involved in all sorts of illegal activities. He’s dangerous, Charity—a monster! You’re lucky you didn’t provoke him.”

I switched places with one of the maids and took the tray of wine and glasses and headed to the dining table. Mrs Adams was sitting at the end of the table , on the right side was a man and a woman probably in their early fifties,dressed expensively ,smiling and chatting . I immediately assume that they are Stephanie’s parents . While on the left side of the table ,our favorite couple -fucking Cain Adams and pretty Stephanie. I swallow my emotions clenching the tray as I walked forward and placed it on the table . I could feel Cain’s eyes on me but I totally ignored it. I won’t give him the satisfaction of thinking he’s affecting me in any way.

“You can say it.” “Yes, that,” A chill went through my spine. “And what does it stand for again?” I had never heard of them before. “Mafia Intelligence and Security Agency, it’s quite the name, isn’t it?” “Yes,” I swallowed my throat. The reality of the situation was starting to sink in, and it wasn’t looking good. From all the organizations it could’ve been, it had to be one specifically built to, what I assume, take down the Mafia. "I came to visit because I want to know what I’m getting into," I lied, giving her the saddest look I possibly could. I could see Jessica’s hesitation kicking in.

Instead, he decided to play along, using this unexpected opportunity to gather valuable information and potentially uncover the identity of the informant who had been leaking crucial details to the police. Taking a seat at the long wooden table, Alexander observed the uneasy glances exchanged between the mafia leaders. They were all aware of the risks they faced, yet the allure of power and control had brought them together, even in this remote location. With a subtle nod from Alfredo, the meeting began.