Novel & Cerita World Of Mafia

They tried it once, and it really exploded the car driven by the remote control. "Stay at home! Whatever happens, stay calm. I'll sort it all out. It's just people's rubbish." "Is it the Mafia too?" Jessica asked when they reached the room. "Just an insignificant piece of rubbish. Drug kingpin." "You're Mafia, what." "I am the Mafia! But I don't deal in illegal goods! I only sell illegal weapons. Even many countries buy my weapons illegally! You should know that!" "Then your name is in the Otherworld?"

"Tell him you'll fix it on your part, make something up. I'm trying to take care of you, that one or the other boot lickers is trying to overtake you." "I don't want you to take care of me! And that's the most twisted definition I've ever heard of caring for someone!" "Well, it's about time you realized I'm a little twisted. Mina, you're just getting to know what this whole world is about. If you let me, I can show you everything, as long as you go carefully and follow my every precaution." Your world. The business one. The mafia. The money guys. Politics. The power one.

I sniffle while wiping my tears and snot, trying to clear my head and assure myself that Hailey would later come around. This mafia world just takes and takes from you until you have no one else but sadness, death and trust issues.

None of them looked younger than twenty-four, meaning I had to be the youngest. The mansion belonged to one of the most feared men in the city, Domenico Fanucci. Although he tried covering his tracks behind a family vineyard and brewery, everyone knew him as one of the most ruthless and notorious mafia bosses. His sons had quite the reputation in the city as well, and it was not a good one. There was the youngest brother, Dante, known for his playboy ways, the middle child, Gian, known for his lack of manners, and at last, the oldest, the heir—Alessio, known for his hideous temper, cold aura, and handsome looks.

“You’re a genius! I keep forgetting that this is the mafia.” For a moment, Vera froze. What was this kid talking about? He thought and acted like a civilian, but he was born into a mafia family. How sheltered was this child? She did not have a chance to probe further because Zen swallowed the first cup of alcohol and the invigilator cringed at the loud sound of his head smacking against the wooden table. That had to hurt. Thankfully, this was a virtual world. It would have left a very large bruise if it wasn’t

Everyone had heard of the Underworld and its dealings in illegal acts, black-money, bloodsheds, drugs, sex, violence and guns. Where all the wrongful deeds can be farmed as the dealing of the underworld aka The Mafia World. However, what if someone saw the misfortune and destruction it brought? And decided Enough is Enough!! Three friends, one pact, one love, one betrayed- two move on. What would be the outcome of the generations to come?

I couldn't take the suffocation I felt. My father didn't stop me. He simply sighed as I made my way past him and into the family room. I wanted to laugh at the irony. I sat on the couch and stared at the piano. I wanted to play but I knew the moment I touched that piano I would break down. I had no room for emotion in my life right now. I was going to be the biggest Mafia Don this world had ever seen. Mafia Dons have no room for emotions or family. My father taught me that early on. “Good Evening Master, Neko is making Dinner. Would you like me to play you a song?” Ayla questioned as she spotted me staring at the Grand Piano.

I stared at it as I opened the text. ' We're on our way.' Tann. ' I've decided to kill him today more mercilessly and brutally that he would haven't imagined. ' I stood up and buttoned my coat, " Let's go. " I said, without glancing back. If I would set a swimming pool with ravenous crocodiles and ask my men to jump in it. They'd do it without questioning me. No one could judge the Mafia Emperor. Reaching the garage, I unlocked my black Mercedes. I climbed in it and turned the key. I sped up at my destination to end the dark story that he started the same day one year ago.

Get up, smoke, deliver news, killed if there need to be, and sleep with My air conditioner at 16, cooling my ass off. People knew better than to offend me. I mean, both men and women in this world I'm so deep into. However, it didn't stop me from doing what needed to be done. I consider myself a balance between the Mafia world and the regular world. See, Men from the mafia world, or The Background as it is called, allow power to get to their heads. Sell coke, own guns, and now they think they're the big shots. Some of them turn to Child Trafficking and that's an absolute no for me. A firm one.

Did he not believe I would want to be a werewolf someday? I had seen the good, the bad, and the used werewolves, and I likened them to my human world. Humans lived in a world where the rich got richer by exploiting those beneath them. When we passed by the bar close to our suite, my gaze had locked on the screen. It read: "Mafia Leader Strikes Again." The next image showed people who had lost their homes due to the activities of a mafia crew, the Farem group precisely. I couldn't help but curse. They were people just like me who needed protection from these ruthless crews. They needed someone who would stand up and speak for them.