마피아 の小説・ストーリー

*** It was already lunch and still no files, as expected. I already called my men and they went down to mess up the building. What Veronica doesn't know is that they aren't just clients, the Morristons are a small mafia under-group that works for us. I send her there to see if she could handle them, if she is to be my queen she has to be able to deal with the fuckers. Pablo told she held herself pretty well, even before I was on the phone. I check my last email and leave my office walking up to her.

Imogen asked shifting his gaze intending to hide the blush from Orion and Fergus. The voice over the ph beamed with surety sipping from each word," È di moda in questi giorni. Perché dimenticare che ora sei un maestro della mafia, nessun uomo comune sul ciglio della strada. E un'altra cosa qui non si può fare senza che io lo sappia) ( It's in trend these days. Why forget you are now a mafia master, no ordinary man on the side of the road. And one more thing nothing here can be done without me knowing ),"

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.

Rose then turned to her father. “This is the one chance I had to win this stupid case. If Stan did something to my lawyer, I would be the one to kill him!” she warned with a serious expression. Rose seemed different and very angry. This wasn't the girl I had spent some time with before the nailing of that man, this was Lord's daughter, the Mafia princess. “Let me give him a call” Lord suggested, but Rose refused. “He knows he has messed up and won't take your calls” she said as she pulled out her phone and began talking to someone. When she was done, she turned to look at me.

For the first time, I saw not just the man who controlled everything but the man who would destroy anyone who disrespected me. It made my pussy tingle. I loved a chivalrous man, like Jabari from Entergalactic. Dinner was an endless conversation about mundane things. Every woman at the table was dripping in diamonds and gossip. They smiled with perfect teeth, all wives of mafia lords and crime bosses. “So,” one of them drawled, a brunette with too much perfume and a Cartier bracelet, “how long have you two been… engaged?” Azrael didn’t hesitate to lie. “Six months.”

The woman sat on the couch without responding, and she walked toward her. “What are you doing here ? Eva asks slowly.” “I understand you are astonished to see me here, but I need to meet you. You are Eva, my husband's girlfriend, or, as I prefer, his sex slave.” She looks surprised and angry; she doesn't have the right to say such things about her. “Excuse me.” “There is no need to be too innocent; I know a girl like you very well. Do you think you are special for her? It is a common thing in the mafia world to use a girl like you. You can never take my place.”

Discretion. It is what differentiates a monster from a villain. And this man right here is a monster. Not only could he not stomach that a Ponteza mafioso like me, half Italian and half Spanish, was taking over the mafia world. Spain, Italy, Las Vegas and the rest of the network. He also crossed the lines I drew. Children. My disgust when I realised that the overly religious bastard trying to bring me down, built a church and dutifully attended mass but trafficked the young and helpless when he didn't need to.

“You should have done your research beforehand. Perhaps you won’t fail stealing from another mafia.” He grunted. “Who are you?” She finally withdrew her gun and squatted down to his level. The confidence of this woman was beyond me. “Allow me to introduce myself. La regina. The queen of the mafia.” His chuckle was taunting yet with desperation. “There is no queen in the mafia.”

My anger was rising and my grip on my assault rifle was tightening. It was Jerry Gill, the leader of the Dragonbone mafia group located in Camden. Unlike the Morgan family's mafia business that only deals with money laundering and online gambling, the Dragonbone mafia has no specific field. However, they were famous for human trafficking, especially trade for women and organs. Then I heard Jerry whistling while still groping Jeanne's body. "You have good taste in women. It's a pity that you —" I couldn't stand it anymore, so I cut him off. "Keep your filthy hands off my wife or ..."

"Look, I don't like you raising your voice in front of me! " "I am Marco vilante, ruler of the dark world, leader of the great Mafia of the world! You shouldn't dare raise your voice in front of me, sweet lady. "Marco said in a tone that sounded so frightening. Knowing who the man is before him was instantly intimidating Bella's guts, given the man's power is no joke. To rid the earth of a life like darrel was not difficult for him, nor would she for whom alexa said she was above the law.