The Mafia's Broker Novels & Stories

So I decided to call jax and hit the club. I take a long drag, let the burn sit in my lungs for a moment before I answer. “I’m fine.” Jax snorts. “Yeah, sure. Your fine looks like you’re ready to murder someone with that stare.” Across the alley, Marco and Diesel are counting cash under the weak streetlight, rubber bands snapping loud in the quietness. It was normal night with the same fucking routine; Pick up the money from the college dealers, split it, smoke then go home. Easy.

“When your father was alive, his winery business always helped deliver shipments across the continent. So, I want to know… are you cutting ties with the Cosa Nostra? What’s your plan?” “So you want to use my wine shipments to disguise your drug trade,” I said, exhaling sharply. “What the fuck, Don Mancini? Now you’re ruining good wines.” “I don’t think I can accept your offer,” I continued, locking eyes with him. “Because of the past strife between our families, especially my father’s dealings with the GDF, I won’t touch anything involving drug trafficking.” “So you are refusing to do business with us?” he asked, indignation creeping into his voice.

she said. “No problem at all. Just let me know the details, and I’ll be there.” “I’ll send you all the information later today. Thanks again, Summer,” she said before walking out of the room. What the hell did I just sign up for? I took a deliberate drag of my cigar, savoring the bitter taste before blowing smoke into the air, trying to calm my frayed nerves. “The Puppet Master is crawling through our territories like a fucking rat.” “He’s been provoking chaos in other territories as well,” Marco, the New York mafia capo, replied. “Shipments are vanishing, our men are disappearing, and our influence is waning daily.”

) Another man yelled from the other end of the table. “It was the Irish mob” A lady that looked Chinese to me walks in on a black suit through the now open entrance doors . Finally another woman asides me in this huge house. The sound of her heel echoed as she walked to the don and dropped files on his desk. “The Irish mob planted a guard in the New York cosa Nostra to learn secrets about the business since the don has refused to merge ,and the guard was killed . The revenge plan was to kill he’s girlfriend and take Mr Adams hostage until the don agrees to merge business or handover …or so we figured”

“You don’t need me to explain the details unless you need me to spell it out for you what it means to be married, yeah?” My firm grip loosened as I let go of my fork. Roman Vicavoche! He acted so high and mighty just because Father listened to him. I bet he was also the one who suggested this marriage. Clenching my fists, I took a sharp breath and met with Roman’s gaze. If I couldn’t decline this, then I wouldn’t be a Vale. “I disagree,” I said in a firm voice, enduring the heavy stares from my family. “I’m not going to marry that man from our enemy.”

Mark said. "Then you should ask your brother to give him a job and request the body to be delivered, and you will see for yourself," Lucia said, and I shook my head. "He has done some work for me, and I have never been disappointed. He tracks down someone very fast. I had a traitor in my mafia, and I had been searching for him for seven months. My second-in-command then suggested that we hire him. After six hours, I was called and informed that the job was done," James said.

"Forgot about that. It's your nickname." Rolling my eyes, I observed as two others entered the room – Lorenzo Francesco, the son of the Chicago Don, and Miguel Garcia, the eldest son of the Miami Cartel. Noticeably absent was Aleksei Petrov, the true representative of the Bratva, whose immigrant father had secured the Philadelphia syndicate through brutal means. Aleksei, much like his father, was seen as a merciless force, more savage than a respected member of the mafia.

I question as I slip the pulse ox off her finger. “I’m here to speak with you Miss. Violetta. I come in peace and with a message from Misha Romanov.” Helen informs me. My blood runs cold for a moment at her words before as I let them settle over me. Misha Romanov is the head of the Russian mafia. I think they call themselves Bratva. I don’t know all the various terms tossed about as most in the underworld say mafia or mob and don’t do the specific names. “Oh, is that so?” I raise an eyebrow at her.

I stated with my hand on my hip. “Whatever hotcakes,” Drake laughed, looking back at his phone. Anger bubbled up. I slammed my hand on the counter. “I said my name is Bristol!” I shouted, repeating myself. He stood. “Watch it. That pretty little mouth shouldn’t talk like that. I have a few ideas about how I should be used.” I gagged. “Ew.” I rolled my eyes and walked away, but Drake gripped my wrist. “Big bad mafia man isn’t here to protect you. I could take what I want, and you are like a helpless kitten.”

that wondered There was no much cue when Edwardo got there but as he stood on the cue, people started leaving the que giving him the opportunity to get the ice cream fast and go back to his family. Although the sales guy has already seen Edwardo before but he was still surprised to see him again. That means the Mafia was definitely with his family,the man wanted to see Edwardo's family bu t he knew better than to let his emotions get the better part of him. Edwardo collected the ice cream and hurriedly made his way to his family,a smile plastered on his face which made people more shocked. The Mafia never smiled and whenever he does it wasn't always a genuine one like the one on his face now