World Of Mafia の小説・ストーリー

" On your right side. Turn the lamp on. " Catalina found the switch and pressed it. As soon as she touched it, an alarm went off. The pakhan snatched the gun from her hands and with one hand pushed her on the bed with him. She collided with his naked hard chest and now the gun rested on her cleavage. " Rule number 1 . Never believe a Mafia. " He laughed loudly and footsteps echoed in the corridor. The door opened with several men in there and one of them switched on the lights at last.

We go on and on about some arms exports and imports. "There's a masquerade ball the day after tomorrow, on Thursday, you and Amber will have to represent the Bianchi group of organizations." Says Harlow. I nod. To the world, we are just successful businessmen, but our roots are that of the mafia. We've got our hands in many illegal trades; arms, drugs, money laundering etcetera. But I have abolished human trafficking and slavery from our family. A family stands for an organization under me. At Night: Amber returns, clearly exhausted, but she plays her part. "Alessandro, I missed you." She says as she gives my shirt a slight tug.

If he just left his mafia then it would've been so easy for Serrano to kill his whole family because of no security. Once a mafia, was always a mafia. He has killed a lot of bastards. Didn't she know they would come to kill him and his family as soon as they knew he was playing a normal man and left his empire behind. It wasn't that easy, perhaps it wasn't even possible. She didn't know the cruelty of this world but he did. The more powerful you are the better because the weak ones were nothing more than a pawn in this world. She has hurt him for three fucking years. Every day he prayed. He didn't know to whom he was praying but he prayed for the safety of her and Chase.

I had called him earlier, so that we can talk about the person that had killed Nadia's parents and why I am been fingered as the one. “How is everyone down there?” I asked as I got closer to him while my eyes shifted to the old parking garage behind him. Things in the mafia are not exactly what they seem, you only see what we want you to see. To an ordinary eye, this place might be mistaken as an old garage but beneath it are over three hundred worlds most deadly Italian men waiting to strike anytime. I have always had a thing for underground designs, and I plan on creating a whole new world under the ground someday.

Since I have become his human diary, I know everything that there is to know about Arrigo. Leonardo has enjoyed the success and benefits that have come with being the first cousin of the Leonardo Mafia don. The Leonardo Mafia is the most notorious mafia in the whole of Italy and the world. They run the biggest drug trade operation, weapon trade and sex ring. They are what we have been taught to believe about mafia’s: ruthless. They bribe world leaders with millions in cash and kill spies who dare get too close.

She’s clapping excitedly. “She can be moulded. Welcome to the Alejandro’s. As for what you saw earlier, we have stayed long in this game by establishing dominance. It’s not going to be easy for you at all. But you will get the hang of things. That.” Nikolai’s father stops talking to make sure I’m digesting the knowledge. “Is how the mafia world operates. The floor is stained with blood of past heroes. Blood of weaklings, blood of opposing parties, thieves and rubbers, bosses and like my son, the Lord of the Underworld.” Something flashes in his eyes.

She was being a damn brat, but this conversation wasn't over. "I don't have a real life? I'm just some criminal to you?" I said, half laughing at how absurd of an accusation that was. I had a family to protect, multiple business I ran and funded, I had responsibilities set in place from hundreds of years ago. This wasn't some gang of teenage thugs fighting over drug deals. We were Italian mafia, a code... maybe a little like a cult. "I'm just saying, we are two very different people. We don't belong in each other's world. And I don't want to be some girl you get off with, let along make a mistake we can't fix."

If the opponent knows everything about you, then you are already losing. That is how things will always be in friendship, love, and war. Sierra and Alek's situation is unique: living under the same roof, sleeping on the same bed, and being tied with marriage by someone who is almost but not quite an enemy. The blurry line between a suspect and a criminal is evidence, and both of them don't have one yet. At this rate, it will be a contest of who catches the other first. The second contest would be how big damage it can cause.

I have spread people under my command to keep an eye on anyone who would take the direction leading to this place, starting from a safe distance. Marco Alfonso is a big name known in the big-time world. But I also have a little kingdom I rule. We are like shadows in the dark. Unseen, unknown, but definitely there. Every talent of every lost, runaway-from-home kid or orphan is being nurtured in exchange for whatever they want to get in return. So, we have the nice to worst kinds of people. IT geeks, spies, beggars, hookers, runners, pushers, addicts, street vendors, gamblers, frauds, and many more of those you can find in the streets. They have their groups, and every group has its kingpin. T

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne