Sit Down Mafia Novels & Stories

What a way to die. My skin prickled with unease, but I was in too deep to back out now. I tugged my red dress down a bit, letting the neckline plunge as low as decency allowed. If I was going to catch Maruska Romanovich's eye, I needed to bring my A-game. Being a surrogate for a dangerous mafia lord without his knowledge? Yeah, not the safest gig, but the payout would be life-changing. A shaky, disbelieving laugh, and then I made my way toward the long, sleek bar. It was the perfect spot to get my bearings in this huge den of depraved elite.

"Who master Max?" "Nothing." How is that woman knows that Omega? Maximillian asks himself. After an hour of travelling, Maximillian arrived at the manor of his clan, where Nostra Adamus mafia clan can be found far away from the city. Legis opened his door for him, when Maximillian got out of the car, his waiting people immediately bowed and greeted him, Maximillian walked straight ahead with Legis following him in the back. "Did Mr. Sanchez, agreed on our terms?" Maximillian ask.

And then my eyes landed on Rico and beside him with Diego , the mafia leader of the Italian mafias , I could tell deep within myself that he had already bought ties with the man he sat with . “If it isn’t the famous Killian Blackwood, then who else would it be ? The potbelly man who I had seen when I walked in announced loudly as he let out a hard and disgusting laugh that utterly took me off the edge. Zade and Luca took the seat beside me as we sat facing the man. Rico smiled at me, the kind of smile that meant a challenge or even still the rotten anger in his face was just ending to show that he had something to do with this.

We have nine more hours to go. I just hope that I will be able to take care of my baby in this country with no drama. Honestly, I don't know the mafia leaders of America. I have never been interested because they are always so quiet and never start fights. When they have a disagreement with another mafia, it is believed that they sit down and negotiate a way to stop the war. In my stay in the country, I will meet with them at least once since I want to go back to assassination as soon as Jazzy turns two. I took my laptop and started getting into the American mafia systems. I needed to know how long from my mansion to theirs and so that I don't run into them without knowing who they are.

Antonio’s Headquarters – The Meeting of Four Mafia Leaders Inside the main meeting room of Antonio’s mansion, tension crackled in the air, thick with unspoken threats and unyielding authority. At the long table, facing a massive map of New York, four mafia leaders sat across from each other. Antonio Franches stood at the head of the table, his piercing gaze sweeping over his new allies. To his right, Rafael Montenegro, the formidable mafia boss of Los Angeles, a man of influence who controlled the West Coast’s drug and arms trade.

Because his client loved coffee. He'd book the coffe shop for the whole day too because his client hated being in a noisy environment. All this he'd found out after researching his client. He'd also found out one more thing. His client was a member of a very notorious mafia gang, SEVEN STARS. Richie sighed deeply as he wondered when he would ever stop getting roped with the mafia's. He'd sent the place of location to his client as he waited patiently. The minute it was 7:30am, the door ti the coffee shop swinger open as Richie stared at his client.

PAST The tension was palpable as four mafia bosses sat facing each other in the hall, seething and trading accusations, their hands poised to grab their guns if necessary. A fragile peace had held sway for seven years, sustained by lucrative business deals and treaties. It was a peace born of a shared desire to spare their children the fear of losing loved ones, a desire spearheaded by Leonardo Moretti, the founder of this uneasy alliance. However, with Moretti's death, the group's cohesion was on the brink of collapse.

"No! How can I just climb on your back? Moreover, there's an injury on your arm." JK yells, "Just shut up and do as I say!" "No, I won't! Why are you showing me mercy now?" "I have never seen a stubborn girl like you." Grabbing her hand forcefully, he makes her lean on his back. "This man, seriously! How long are you going to force me? Will you ever let me live peacefully? When will you stop all this?" "When you love me more than I do." "I'll never fall for you." "You won't have to do it, baby. It will happen automatically. Just wait and see." "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Walk as soon as possible; I'm so hungry." "It's high time to learn how to control your hunger." "Yah, I've never seen a stupid

Before I could understand anything he lifted his hand to slap me and before he could even touch me I sat down and dodged. "What the hell was that?" I asked angrily as I stood up and he smirked. It was a test. "Right. She is not the one to take a hit." He said with a smirk. Matteo got a table and chairs for us to sit and I hesitantly sat down. "I am here to explain the competition rules to you," he said and spread out a few papers which look like the rules. "First... there are a total of four mafia families which are the biggest in the world. Chinese Mafia, American Mafia, Russian Mafia, Italian Mafia which is us." He said and I chuckled.

Isabella’s POV It was nice to have dinner with Papa, but of course, as soon as the topic of the DeMarcos came up, there was a huge fight. “I don’t understand in this day and age that you can’t barter for my freedom,” I voiced, crossing my arms. “It’s mafia tradition, Mia Stellina,” Papa replied. “The mafia is very steeped in tradition and values. There is even a mafia council in Italy with strict rules. If you go against the council, you can face severe penalties, including death.”