Novel & Cerita The Mafia's Acquisition

“And?” “He won’t accept your blank check. He wants her back.” questions are now forming in my mind. Mafia people never buy anything, anyone in my case , like a beast in the wild, they take what they want. It’s survival of the fittest, and the most powerful will take what the weak have. “We’ll still proceed as planned. Tell our men to get ready as soon as we land in Colombia.” I heard retreating footsteps after his instructions. “Eat.” He told me, but I shook my head.

Chuckling, he said, "I forgot. But I'd rather keep our methods to ourselves. The mafia's rules can be... barbaric." I nodded. "Will he live?" "I will have to discuss that with the others since Old Barry's a significant pillar of the mafia. Remember one of the things I told you before?" "When?" "When you woke up after sleeping for four days. After... all that shit went down with Gio in the warehouse." Oh. I remember vividly what he said that night. The information that only Rios's heirs know. "I said then that the mafia was formed not only by the Rios family but also other families, right? But after a struggle for power for the throne, the Rios overpowered the other families. Do you remember

I wondered to myself. For Diego to work for those people and betray him, it means that those people have all the power and whatever it takes. It means they have everybody’s secrets in their palms. They are the ones who gave the orders for my father’s assassination. I thought it was my rival Vicenzo and other greedy mafia kings. “The battle has just begun, and I must get to the roof of this. I won't rest until I bring every one of them down and they beg on their knees.”

Sometimes, I’d try to talk to him, offer a light comment or a gentle smile, but he’d only look at me with those cold piercing eyes of him and remind me of our arrangement. “Don’t get carried away, Joan. This is business, nothing more,” he’d say, and each time, it felt like a knife twisting in my chest. But tonight… tonight felt different. I’d been walking down the hall, just trying to clear my head, when I heard voices. My curiosity got the better of me. I slipped into the shadows near the doorway and saw Derrick, standing with his right hand men, Santi and Ace. I was too far away to make out everything, but phrases floated over to me, the words “mafia,” “Godfathers,” and “pressure.” My hear

She said in a cold tone. “Come on as if we don’t know Hugo and Luca”. Another woman scoffed. “It’s, Mr. Martino and Mr. Giovanni for all of you. They aren’t your diaper buddies. They are the ruling heads of the mafia and the biggest source of food on your tables. You all survive this city and your businesses survive just because of them. At least be grateful of the hands who feed you. If he stopped his deals with any one of you, you won’t be able to take a breath in this country and don’t let me start over the police who has a bounty over your heads. Every.single.one.of.you”. Caterina waved her fingers around, addressing everyone.

It wasn’t hard to spot the host and his family but I am yet to find out the buyer of the blueprints. The Balsamo takes extra security when it comes to business and they don’t sign any contract without a heavy price and costly transaction. They are greedy and bloodthirsty mafias who are merciless and cunning in their way of business. Over the years, they have strictly kept the identities and information of their buyers safe. But that hasn’t been able to escape my eyes as a professional Hacker. Every information I get about the buyers is always a useful tool for the Keegans.

One of the most dangerous and feared Mafia boss of them all. He's wearing a dark suit, a hat and black mask that obscures most of his face, but I can recognize that toned body and towering height from anywhere. I haven't seen him in years and when our eyes meet, I feel a jolt of electricity run through my body. I swallow hard, my throat dry as sandpaper, as I watch Nico move forward, like he owns this place. What is he even doing here? He is the same man that planned my brother's shooting and put him in a coma and he has the nerve to show up here to want to buy me?

The scent of oil, smoke, and ambition clung thickly to the air. Lorenzo watched them with pride. This was what power looked like. A dark smile curved his lips as his thoughts sharpened. Soon, he mused, I will become the lord of the jungle, Bruno. Before you even sense the shift, everything you own will belong to me. Among the ten major mafia families in Russia, he had already secured three—men hungry enough to betray tradition for power. In Italy, two lower families had pledged loyalty, drawn by promises of territory and blood-soaked advancement.

The second Ace and i entered the house, all of them stopped whatever they were doing and looked at us. "Alexia." Zayn greeted with a smile, hugging me. I smiled back, returning the hug. Ace intertwined our hands together as we walked on the stairs. We stood in the middle of the stairs while everyone looked at us. "As you all know Alexia and I have an announcement to make." Ace started. "We have come to decision to merge our two mafias together, to form one. Italian/American Mafia. She'll be your Queen while I will be your King. If anyone have a problem with that, step forward." He ended.

Poverty became endemic, and the population found itself strangled by a system that left them with no hope. It is in this context of extreme precariousness that the mafia took shape. It appeared first as a local response, a means for the destitute to protect their interests, even to survive. The original mafioso is often a miserable person expelled from his lands, forced to wander, sometimes to beg, or to become a bandit. But another profile of mafioso exists: the wealthy landowner who, to maintain control, employs henchmen ready to intimidate, extort, and eliminate his enemies, thereby avoiding the official justice system, perceived as slow and corrupt.