Novel & Cerita World Of Mafia

His confusion looked genuine, as though my behavior didn’t align with what he expected. This time, I was the one confused. I squinted slightly at him. “Do I have to be unkind to you? And for what reason exactly?” “The mafia world isn’t what you think it is,” he explained quietly. “We aren’t condemned by the law for our mistakes. Death becomes the justice.” His gaze hardened slightly. “I killed people before.” There was no pride in his tone—only fact. I held his gaze steadily. “Are you going to kill me, William?”

“I’ve never been with a man before… but I’m not against the possibility. You’d better behave, Tristan, or I might just make your entire body ache with regret.” He turned and walked away, leaving me alone, bound and exposed, in the eerie silence of the warehouse. It was then, in the echoing emptiness, that the full horror of my situation truly dawned on me. I was caught in the crossfire of a brutal mafia war. Abducted by Vlad, I was now nothing more than a bargaining chip, a tool for his twisted vengeance against Giovanni. And the night, it seemed, was far from over.

They were taken in by the elderly man in a grand mansion that resembled a palace. There, Aleah noticed numerous men in suits surrounding the estate. She discovered that her grandfather was no ordinary businessman—he was the leader of a powerful mafia group in Italy. His real name was Antonio De Luna. At the mansion, Antonio recounted the reason he hadn't been with Aleah's mother for 20 years. He was once the Alpha of a pack, but an unexpected tragedy struck, leading to the death of most of his pack members. He was blamed for failing to protect them from a deadly epidemic. The only ones he had managed to save were his own family. This incident was why he never formed another wolf pack, nor wa

But Amara saw only a debt repaid, a chapter closed. The reign of fire had begun. The Mafia world, a world steeped in tradition and brutal power, had a new, terrifying reality. The Moretti name was no longer just synonymous with Dante's authority, but with Amara's strategic brilliance, her cold, merciless vengeance, and her unwavering resolve.

“You want to be around me, Grace? Then you should know the kind of world I built.” My stomach twisted. I had guessed parts of it. I have thought he was into guns, drugs, and trafficking, but seeing it this real and organized was another thing entirely. “This is how you make your money?” I asked, my voice above a whisper. “This is how I built power,” he corrected. “Legit fronts, dirty roots. That is how the mafia works. In this life, you either own the system or you get eaten by it.” I looked around again, at the people working like it was just another Monday at work. No fear. No hesitation.

In the underworld. While we keep a clean surface on top. A nobody surface. I broke the nobody on the surface rule of conduct. I'd become a billionaire on the surface and a billionaire in the underworld. And I was yet to see the person who would point it out for me. Mafia is NOT a game. And once you are in it, you can't escape. And if you want to, We kill you. But that's not all. We all have our superiors. In particular situations like

“How do you know about their operation?” “I am the son of the mafia. A former underworld mafia.” “Huh?” What kind of plot twist was this? Ryuzaki blinked his eyes, trying to understand yet again. Ryuzaki was from the slum and he did think that Amino was too flashy for a slum residence. “Do you know about the world?” Amino backtracked when Ryuzaki couldn’t understand anything. “Yes. Our world is divided into three worlds. Upperworld, Underworld, and The Unknown. Although, I am not so sure about The Unknown…” He was quite unsure about the last one.

I have a lot of wealth under me more than u can imagine and I can end ur life with just a snap of my finger so don't dare to mess with me cause the moment u do so u will be a dead person for sure and I am a man of my words. I have a mafia of my own. Even though my father has one I want to make my own all by myself. We are known as NIGHT KILLERS cause most of our missions are completed at night. We are the number one mafia in the world. My dad's mafia is number 2 known as DEADLY KNIGHTS There is also another mafia which is at number 2 but its leader is unknown and no one knows a thing about him, no information can be found about him no matter how much u try.

With my cousin ruling this city and the entire side of this world, like a king he is, I had to be a good cousin for him or he would ban us from coming here. Even if he does favor me, I will still honor our agreement. Our families are big and the whole world will always watch us. It’s the reason that we try to be the good kind of mafia. It still doesn’t change the fact that though we are still a mafia who kill and do illegal things. “I never thought I would say this but… I miss Italy.” I said to Franco who followed me inside the penthouse. He chuckles. “We could go home for a week and come back.”

'My name?' He asked with a shocked expression. 'Yes.' He frowned and looked me in the eyes. 'Giovanni, my name is Giovanni LaRosa.' I smiled to myself. It's long and sexy, just what I hoped for. 'Okay, uhmm...' I was thinking what question I could ask. 'Do you do illegal stuff?' I asked. 'Yes. I do.' He said. Jesus, that was easy.. I nodded my head and thought of the possible thing he did. Maybe he killed more than just my sister. Or he is into drugs. Or woman export. You never know. But I'm already screwed, so fuck it.