Why The Mafia Is Not An Aesthetic Novels & Stories

“As in the mafia?” Lorenzo met her eyes without flinching. "Yes," he said. "The same Salvatore who owns half of Brooklyn Town. We rule with power and we’re feared for a reason." A chill ran down her spine. She wasn’t sure if it was fear… or the thrill of knowing she stood so close to a man like him. “You’re not joking?” she asked again. “I’m not joking.” There was no lie in his eyes. This man is the famous Lorenzo Salvatore.

"I don't have time for this, Candice. If that is so, then save your ass alone. I won't help you." "If you won't, then maybe I will hand over the file to your boss and maybe have some deal with him." I grab Candice's wrist. "Do you think that Tiago was capable of doing such a good deal to a person that gives him headaches? Well, I tell you this: I can kill people in a blink, but I certainly should have known the background before. But Tiago is worse. Do you think that he calls himself a mafia boss for nothing? He can break you while closing his eyes. In a heartbeat, he can cut you into tiny pieces. He can make you suffer in every possible way."

Your hate and anger is unjustified, and it is driven purely because she is a woman and she bested you all. There was uproar, the Dons were on their feet and those who hated her, for this very reason shouted the loudest, ‘Questo è un abominio. Aveva infranto ogni regola, ogni legge semplicemente perché era una donna. La mafia è una società patriarcale, è stata così per centinaia di anni, fin dal suo fottuto inizio. Non possiamo permettere a questa donna di infiltrarsi e distruggerci, finisce qui’ [This is an abomination. She had broken every rule, every law simply because she is a woman. The Mafia is a patriarchal society, it has been this way for hundreds of years, since its fucking inceptio

“Let me rephrase that, are you into illegal dealings?” Niko pulls my body flush to him, my bare back rests against his warm chest, his fingers smoothing my hair behind me to bare my shoulder to his lips as it lowers to my shoulder. Scenarios ran through my head, in movies they always portrayed the mafia as a violent illicit world, lawless men and women, committing all sorts of crimes imaginable, trafficking substances, women, and children. And while ours can be quite violent, the lifestyle and traditions are somewhat old-fashioned, and outdated and can come off as strange to outsiders. I never imagined it would have some truth to it.

He begged Nikolas. Nikolas looked at the physician head to toe with absolute venom. “Every murder doesn't have to be done with a knife or a gun,”It can be done by hiding the truth too. The pity of the situation is, murderers like you roam free breaking the law. And the people who lost their kith and kin because of you won't even have an idea about it. Mafia is far better than you. We carry the board ‘danger’ wherever we go so that people around us are with caution.

] Gabriella stared at him in confusion, ‘Siamo noi il futuro della mafia? Due ragazzi distrutti cresciuti in Inghilterra?’ [We are the future of the Mafia? Two broken kids brought up in England?] ‘Chi meglio del piccolo gatto infernale?» Non siamo indottrinati come la vecchia scuola, possiamo portare una nuova prospettiva come outsider, abbiamo la possibilità di portare la mafia nel ventunesimo secolo e renderla un’organizzazione più equa e non patriarcale. Tutto quello che devi fare è perdonarmi, gatto infernale, per favore, dammi un'altra possibilità, lasciami sistemare le cose tra noi, lasciami amarti nel modo in cui meriti di essere amato.’ [Who better little hell-cat? We are not indoctr

Cathy looked taken aback, then a guilty look followed again. “Mafias are all the same. You kill, you take, and you don’t care. You can’t just… own someone. That’s not how this works. That’s not how anything works.” “Maybe in your world, that’s true. But in ours?” She shook her head. “Things don’t work the way you want them to.” I clenched my jaw, a sense of frustration bubbled up in my chest. I’m done making sense of things and looking away.

The auction starts. It’s everything I should’ve expected and more. Guards flank the walls. Waiters flit between tables with wine. A screen lights up with items: guns engraved with old family crests, blades made of obsidian, stolen Fabergé eggs, ancient rings that once sat on the fingers of dead kings. I blink. So this is real mafia shit. Testosterone, money, and blood—it’s all in the air. Very on-brand for these psychos. Still... it gets boring quick. The novelty wears off after the fifth weapon with a blood-stained legacy.

He arched a fraction of his brows and watched her in levity. "Is that what you called us? Gangster?" "So you are then?" His smile faded and he had gazed out the window, ignoring her question. Calling him a gangster felt like an insult to him. He was no gangster. The Italian mafia always detested when people had called them that. They were different, although their goals were somewhat similar. The Italian mafia would not bring harm to women and children. They would avoid killing civilians, non-affiliated people. But once you crossed into their world, usually by some business transactions, you are pretty much fair game. They had more clout, money, resources, and contacts than gangsters. They w

She didn't try to find whether it was the whole truth and she clearly didn't see if Aster was being forthright. Come on, it wasn't that hard. Aster couldn't lie well and it's not rocket science to figure it out. Well, she was also an idiot. She smiled and started to worry about the matter. She could see that Marvin was not telling the entire thing. Even if he could help her, it shouldn't be easy. Why would it be easy? The mafia families are not like what they show in movies. Easygoing. They are called the top ones for a reason. And if their paths don't cross, it's better to not cross.