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  • descendantsofwar-promos
    23.06.2021 - 7 minutes ago

    ༄ From the Ashes we will Rise... 

    Welcome to Oceanside, California where you can easily become entranced with its perfect backdrop. With miles of beautiful beaches and one of the longest wooden piers on the West Coast, Oceanside is like a tropical paradise without having to leave the United States. At first glance, Oceanside appears to be a true SoCal beach town with a tangible laid-back vibe. The city boasts spectacular year-round weather, gorgeous beaches, a historic wooden pier, quaint New England-style harbor, and charming bungalow neighborhoods. For some it’s a typical vacation destination to be coveted, and for others a place to call home.  
    However, no town is without its lethal secrets, for many of them linger in the shadows after the sun goes down. Oceanside is home to two notorious kingpens ─ Nicholai Volkov and Guasparre Scordato. With one as vicious as the other, these two Mafia families have bridged a war in their fight for dominating the brisk beach town of Oceanside. It’s the VOLKOV VIPERS against the SCORDATO SCORPIONS; each possessing their own deadly, venomous strike like their nom de guerre suggests. While tensions may appear to be quelled between the two Mafias, there is more to it than meets the eye.  
    When will the next war ensue? Most importantly, will you be ready? Find out what happens to this seemingly tranquil beach town when guns go blazing. Oceanside will see its day of reckoning soon. In the meantime, choose your side wisely. Blood will cover the streets of Oceanside once more.

    ... for we are DESCENDANTS of WAR.༄

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  • wbpromos
    23.06.2021 - 7 minutes ago
    “Some men aren't looking for anything logical, like money. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned, or negotiated with. Some men just want to watch the world burn.”

    𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐘𝐂. WorldBurn is an original character crime & roleplay group set in New York, exploring the corrupt underworld of the city. — Click the source link or on this blog’s icon to be redirected to our page!

    ACCEPTING ON A ROLLING BASIS!

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  • omertahqpromo
    23.06.2021 - 11 minutes ago

                                                  OMERTA - VOW OF SILENCE

    New York was theirs, it had been for decades. The Bianchi waged war on their enemies 40 years ago and came out stronger. Content and secure, their daily operations barely needed Gregory Bianchi, the head of the family, to look into things. A well oiled machine, his family was his legacy and his joy and pride. But power made him blind, convinced that everyone knew not to cross the family. They controlled the police, the mayor, the unions and the dockers. No one saw it coming, sharks circling, old enemies waiting in the shadows.

                                                                 June 2021.

    Gregory Bianchi was killed, found in his bed. There was a mole within, someone who had close access to the man. No one knew who the enemy was.

                                       Once thing was certain; There would be blood.

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  • seohopeful
    23.06.2021 - 28 minutes ago

    God, I love Jeonghan. His antics never end and I respect him for the chaos he brings ❤️

    #LOL #he literally added nonsense into the mafia game and for what??? #he wanted reactions #I love him #going seventeen
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  • wbpromos
    23.06.2021 - 35 minutes ago
    “Some men aren't looking for anything logical, like money. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned, or negotiated with. Some men just want to watch the world burn.”

    𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐘𝐂. WorldBurn is an original character crime & roleplay group set in New York, exploring the corrupt underworld of the city. — Click the source link or on this blog’s icon to be redirected to our page!

    ACCEPTING ON A ROLLING BASIS!

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  • aaravos-the-bug
    23.06.2021 - 35 minutes ago

    I’m absolutely LOSING it over these Mafia tiktoks by Americans and they’re like “oh I wish I meet someone in the mafia” “the mafia is so hot”…and I’m just sitting here a few hours away from the 'Ndrangheta like: 👁👄👁

    #bees buzzing #I’m related to the mafia I’m pretty sure it’s not like that #but like if you wanna die okay I guess #the leader is literally 87 #but go off I guess
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  • omertahqpromo
    23.06.2021 - 39 minutes ago

                                                  OMERTA - VOW OF SILENCE

    New York was theirs, it had been for decades. The Bianchi waged war on their enemies 40 years ago and came out stronger. Content and secure, their daily operations barely needed Gregory Bianchi, the head of the family, to look into things. A well oiled machine, his family was his legacy and his joy and pride. But power made him blind, convinced that everyone knew not to cross the family. They controlled the police, the mayor, the unions and the dockers. No one saw it coming, sharks circling, old enemies waiting in the shadows.

                                                                 June 2021.

    Gregory Bianchi was killed, found in his bed. There was a mole within, someone who had close access to the man. No one knew who the enemy was.

                                       Once thing was certain; There would be blood.

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  • auto-mafia
    23.06.2021 - 51 minutes ago
    #auto mafia racing #sexy#fast#mcm#cars#builds#drag racing#racing#auto mafia #parts passion per
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  • descendantsofwar-promos
    23.06.2021 - 53 minutes ago

    ༄ From the Ashes we will Rise... 

    Welcome to Oceanside, California where you can easily become entranced with its perfect backdrop. With miles of beautiful beaches and one of the longest wooden piers on the West Coast, Oceanside is like a tropical paradise without having to leave the United States. At first glance, Oceanside appears to be a true SoCal beach town with a tangible laid-back vibe. The city boasts spectacular year-round weather, gorgeous beaches, a historic wooden pier, quaint New England-style harbor, and charming bungalow neighborhoods. For some it’s a typical vacation destination to be coveted, and for others a place to call home.  
    However, no town is without its lethal secrets, for many of them linger in the shadows after the sun goes down. Oceanside is home to two notorious kingpens ─ Nicholai Volkov and Guasparre Scordato. With one as vicious as the other, these two Mafia families have bridged a war in their fight for dominating the brisk beach town of Oceanside. It’s the VOLKOV VIPERS against the SCORDATO SCORPIONS; each possessing their own deadly, venomous strike like their nom de guerre suggests. While tensions may appear to be quelled between the two Mafias, there is more to it than meets the eye.  
    When will the next war ensue? Most importantly, will you be ready? Find out what happens to this seemingly tranquil beach town when guns go blazing. Oceanside will see its day of reckoning soon. In the meantime, choose your side wisely. Blood will cover the streets of Oceanside once more.

    ... for we are DESCENDANTS of WAR.༄

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  • fanficparker
    23.06.2021 - 55 minutes ago

    A GAME OF DIAMONDS AND HEARTS // H.O.

    >> CHAPTER FOUR

    “The life that you seek you shall never find. For when the Gods made man, They kept immortality to themselves.” - The Epic of Gilgamesh

    (Frenemies to Lovers! Mob AU! ) Harrison Osterfield x Fem!OC

    Word count: 2.47k words

    Warning: Swearing, knives, anger issues, guns, handcuffs, kidnapping (kind of?), Harrison Osterfield (Yeah, that's a legit warning)

    Synopsis: After the sudden death of his uncle and the eccentric multi-millionaire mafia king Lufian Clarke, Harrison Osterfield’s almost decent life is mostly devastated especially when half of what should be rightfully his fortune is transferred to their immediate rival for reasons he doesn’t know. What’s remaining is him trying to figure out how to deal with this collaboration of two rival corporations that don’t belong together and work on the side of the woman he never knew would ever be referred to as his partner in crime while they are dragged into a mess bigger than what they were trained to handle.

    << THREE [ MASTERLIST ] FIVE >>

    Sandhya parked the car at the rear side of an autobody workshop next to a white pickup truck that resembled closer to junk than any actual mode of transportation. It was past ten when she pulled there, and the three people Harrison spotted in the shop were on their way to shut it down for the night's call. He had managed to keep a careful eye at what turns she took as the roads forked or what landmarks she crossed on her way, only to achieve practically nothing. He was a stranger to this place and she being the wicked witch she was, had driven in circles so many times that he was sure, she had managed to complicate the path for him in manners that his head failed to detangle.

    "We are here, homies." She announced, yawning at the last part, tapping her palm over the dashboard, tugging the keys from the ignition and then pulling the hand brakes.

    Kevin groaned, shuffling in his seat, eyes half-lidded, voice groggy with sleep. The women sitting beside him plucked off her earphones, shutting her laptop. Harrison, on the other hand, chose to inspect the unfamiliar surrounding in the comfort of the car, eyes sceptical and narrowing. He ignored the thud of car doors opening and closing only to be disturbed by a sharp noise of metal keys hitting the window on the other side.

    He squirmed at the unpleasant sound and turned to look at the intruder as she leaned across from him, on the opposite side of the car, the neon signboard of the car workshop flashing red light over her face. She looked like an angel from hell.

    "Are you moving out? Or should I rather lock you up here?"

    Harrison tamped down the urge to roll his eyes and stepped precariously out of the car, rolling up his sleeves and buttoning them near his elbows. He followed the three people as they walk down a slope that connected to an underground parking lot. There were a few cars and motorbikes parked there, most seemed to be in a dire need of repair. It took him roughly two minutes to figure out that it was no underground parking. It was a whole ass hideout disguised on the front with unused motors. They walked into a narrow alleyway, passing through several closed doors of what he assumed were rooms to a living area attached to a kitchen. It wasn't well furnished but furnished enough for a stay. Gray unpainted walls, sofas, tables and chairs, fridge, microwave, a small but flattering shelf full of wine bottles and a CCTV monitor to the top corner that covered the outside of their hideout, all the necessities one needs to survive.

    "Hey, we will need your phone and your watch." The other woman he didn't know the name of yet, matched his pace, her laptop tucked below her arm, her green hair shorter than his with a cool undercut to the sides. She looked equally chill and nerdy in her baggy checked shirt, a mixture foreign to him.

    He paused on his way, casting her a scathing glare, a bored look wiping over his face the next instant, "And why would I give you that?"

    "Because Holly needs to encrypt them," Sandhya replied for her, standing beside the taller girl.

    "So that it isn't traceable." Holly reluctantly but quickly added. She was younger than them, probably around Harry's age. Harrison could feel an undercurrent of fear floating through her voice.

    "Thank you very much, but..." Harrison replied, not missing a beat, shooting a bitter smile at Sandhya before facing Holly, uttering: "No," his lips forming a proper 'o' as he took a step away only to be stopped by Sandhya's hand grabbing his wrist.

    "It's not a choice, Harrison." She asserted.

    An order.

    Something sour lathered at the back of his tongue. A vein in his forehead twisted. Anger? Resentment? Malice? You just name it. He felt all of them at once.

    He jerked away from her grip, releasing his arm. When he turned to face Sandhya again, his entire aspect had changed. His shoulders were square and broad, posture imposing, features stone, eyes icicles. They exchanged a long, threatening glare, eyes never wavering. He took a step ahead, expecting her to step back but she didn't recoil, holding her ground. She had the sort of personality you associate stereotypes with: high cheekbones, tall stature, sharp features but she somehow managed to defy most of them. Without her heels and now wearing some flat running shoes, she barely reached his chin, there was something warm about the softness of her features hidden beneath her belligerent attitude. The little baby fat her genetics had blessed over her face, provided her preys with false hopes of mercy. Betrayal at its finest.

    He looked down at her and she looked up at him, their shoes bumping, faces inches apart. Realisation ticks through her mind when she looked a second deeper into his eyes.

    He was, perhaps, stalling.

    Her neck snapped to the monitor embedded at the top corner of the living space.

    Shit.

    A car had stopped outside their hideout and two armed men emerged from the car, strolling towards the basement.

    She identified one of the men. His men.

    "Look ou--" She tried to yell but Harrison didn't allow even an ounce of air to escape from her lungs. He'd grabbed her shoulders swiftly, taking advantage of her diverted attention, squeezing her shoulder blades and twisting her body. Her back flushed against his chest.

    Both Kevin and Holly grabbed their pistols, the clicking sound of safety pins dropping echoed in the enclosed space. They pointed the weapon at Harrison but he already had a pocket knife pointed at Sandhya's throat while his other arm was pressed beneath her neck, holding her still.

    "Keep your guns down or this floor would bathe in her blood." He warned, poking the tip of the knife into her skin, eyes focused on the pistols.

    Kevin and Holly hesitated, their eyes flickering at Sandhya's face. Something passed between their eyes, some sort of permission and they threw their guns down, sliding them away from their reach.

    "Hands above your head, quick." Harrison added, "And place them on the wall, face the other side."

    Holly and Kevin obeyed without questioning, pressing their palms to the walls, while Harrison bent to pick up their pistols, shoving them at the back of his pants, holding Sandhya on a chokehold.

    "I'd warned about your men's involvement in Clarke's murder," she whimpered when he placed the blade near her skin again, getting to his feet, "Yet you let them trace our location," she somehow managed to finish the sentence.

    "You speak a lot for someone millimetres apart from dying."

    "You won't kill me." She said, gritting her teeth.

    "Yeah, but I can hurt you," he whispered near her ear, "And we both know how much I'd like that." His warm breath fanned over her cheek as he dug the pointy edge of the blade to the pulsing side of her neck, pressing not enough to cut her but enough to terrify her.

    "Arsehole." She muttered, sucking in a breath.

    "Tell me something new." His lips twisted into a devilish grin as he dragged her outside, her loose hair tickling under his chin, his arms clenched so tightly around her that she was sure she would still feel them tomorrow.

    "I am telling you..." She tried to breathe and speak.

    "Sssh..." Harrison interrupted with a shush, the vibrations moving through her flesh, echoing through her bones.

    She tried to ignore the effect of his voice on her spine, suppressing the chilling sensation. "We are on the same team," she whispered softly and carefully as if trying to lull a toddler into handling back their parents' important work files.

    "Oh well, then I should be the one giving orders."

    They walked to the front of the basement. She could spot the shadowy outline of the two men waiting.

    She started trying to resist, wiggling her body in his grip.

    "Hey, Hey! Behave. This blade won't spare. Don't blame me."

    "Let go, Harrison. Your life is on the edge!" She wiggled harder.

    Edge.

    He couldn't stop but laugh at the irony in the metaphor she chose.

    They reached his men and she stilled in his grip. A white man, she identified as Tom (as Harrison had previously pointed out) and the other man she didn't identify was black and taller than all of them, both standing like soldiers in front of her.

    "This is Tom. And this is Tuwaine," he introduced his men.

    "This could be dangerous for both of us." She was almost pleading now, eyes pooling with tears of irritation and of failure.

    "We don't want to kill her," Tom said, passing Harrison a pair of handcuffs.

    And here she thought she had the lead.

    "Why do y'll keep telling me that?" Harrison groaned at Tom's advice. He had repeated it over, even Sandhya has said the same thing, twice.

    "Do I look like a psychotic killer on a killing frenzy?" He grabbed her wrists, fastening the cuffs behind her back, gripping her upper arm. "I know well who and whom I am supposed to hurt, how and where." He clarified, gently pushing her to sit on the back seat of the car. She obeyed this time, having no choice.

    "It's not easy to trust you," Tuwaine added.

    Harrison nodded, trying to look offended, "Thanks Tuwaine, I needed that," getting into the car, along with her, keeping a good distance between them. He snorted when she swirled her neck to the other side, refusing to look at him.

    Tom settled himself on the driver's seat and Tuwaine sat beside him as the car drove off.

    ***

    The giant gates of the mansion she'd only seen from far away opened like butterfly's wings, welcoming the car where she sat as a hostage.

    "Aren't you delighted seeing this place?" Harrison asked in a tone that was closer to mockery than curiosity.

    She still refused to look at him yet could hear the smirk in his voice.

    "The place you won in the lottery? Or shall I say, cheated--"

    "Fuck off." She interrupted but he went on like a guide, ignoring the cuss—

    "The second luxurious property in England, just next to the Buckingham Palace."

    She chose to ignore too. The main doors to the estate were wide open. Two women came rushing out when the car came to a halt. One of them opened Sandhya's door, pulling her out, holding her forearm, the other pulled a pistol and a knife from her dress.

    "Release her," Harrison said nonchalantly, tossing the keys of the cuffs to the first woman. She unlocked the metal and Sandhya pulled her hands from the woman's grip, rubbing her fingers around her wrists.

    She walked in, eyes in the front as Harrison and the crew accompanied her.

    "Take her to the guest suite." He said and the same woman nodded.

    Before she could grip Sandhya's arm, she moved it away, rushing to Harrison, grabbing his shirt collars with both her hands.

    "I'd planned everything so intricately and you... You just ruined it all." She spoke with clenched teeth, eyes glistening with emotionless tears. "Do you--Don't understand the gravity of the situation? We are literally playing with fire." She exhaled forcefully.

    He chortled.

    Playing with fire?

    He had committed various mistakes today, more mistakes than he could recount, more mistakes than he could afford. He had let his emotions get the best of him. He had not inspected Clarke's body, then went to beat Dino's men without even being careful of the various other dangers he could cross paths with, then chose to accompany Sandhya alone, got into a life-threatening car chase, had a sniper pointed to his head.

    On top of that, he had also failed to consider the disastrous change the mafia world would go through upon the King's death. Damn, he had already played with fire and it was enough for him.

    With Clarke's death: The mafia world has never been so free and so trapped. So vulnerable yet so lethal.

    Harrison had discovered that for himself. He fucking knew the gravity of the situation! And that's why he chose to take matters into his own hands. He could trust nobody. Especially her.

    "You really need to stop with your habit of holding collars." He held her hand in his, thumbs tracing circles over the back.

    She continued to search his face, dark eyes filled with disbelief.

    "We will work my way. And..." his face hardened at the conjunction, his thumbs stopped their ministrations as he squeezed her hands tighter. "And when I find your involvement in Clarke's murder, I would not hesitate to put a bullet through your skull."

    She snorted this time, pulling her hands back.

    "This is what you concluded? This? After everything?" She burst out into a peal of bitter laughter, the one that twisted Harrison's gut.

    Her eyes hardened again as she jabbed a finger into his chest.

    The next words came out as an unchecked storm out of her mouth, "The life you want, you will never get." Her words were merely whispers but worked their way through his gut, burning his chest, crawling through every fibre of his body and she never seemed to stop.

    "You'll never be the next Clarke, you'll never even be half of him. Maybe," she hiccupped, "Maybe, he knew that and that's why he chose me, he chose me over you because he knew how incongruous you were."

    She took a step forward, her chest pressing against his, standing on her toes, directly meeting his eyes and raising her voice beyond the point of normalcy, "How you were an insult to his legacy!" Pausing to exhale, she continued, her voice back to low, "It was a pity that he gave you half of his kingdom. You didn't even deserve that. You'll never be him. You are nothing like him."

    Harrison bit back his tongue, his icy eyes burning from the lack of blinking. The mansion was dead silent, no one had dared to speak or react. He clenched his fists tight, feeling his nails digging into his palms.

    "Take her to the room." He instructed, voice barely above a few decibels. He didn't wait for his words to turn to actions, rather he turned on his feet, striding towards his room, jaws tensed, nerves popping through his burning flesh.

    His footsteps echoed behind him.

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  • kpopdreamlands
    23.06.2021 - 56 minutes ago

    t w o || a l l t h e l i e s w e t e l l

    ↞previous ... next↠

    mafia boss!hongjoong x mafia boss!oc

    words: 1K

    warnings: mentions of drugs, violence, mafia

    'So, what's so interesting about this scene?' Ara asked, stepping into the large warehouse. Hyun walked up to her, her gloves on and that look in her eyes. That look that said that they were in for a surprise. The younger girl motioned for her to follow. Ara looked around the warehouse as they walked through; she hadn't visited it in a while but everything seemed the same.

    'I got the soldiers to do a full sweep of the warehouse before they left. They didn't find anything so I did a once over and just caught this,' Hyun explained, pointing to a broken window.

    'So they got in and out of the window,' Ara said. She wondered what the soldiers situated under the window were doing when a heist was taking place right above their heads.

    'That's the interesting part,' Hyun stated. 'See, the broken glass fell to the outside. A smashed window will always leave shards of glass on the side opposite to the side of impact, which means that this window was only used to get out. So how did they get in?' The girl pulled Ara to another corner of the warehouse.

    'And then I found prints,' she said. Finally, Ara thought, some useful evidence. Hyun stopped just short of the large boxes stacked up. All of which contained their stock. Hyun pointed at a disturbance in the dust, but instead of the footprints Ara had expected, she found something completely different.

    'Animal prints?'

    'And the plot thickens,' Hyun muttered. 'Anyway, I ran them through some basic tests, turns out they're rabbit prints. I asked around to see if any of the soldiers saw anything, but most of them said no. One, funnily enough, said she might have seen a white bird fly out of the window but she hadn't processed it until later.'

    'And none of this helps,' Ara grumbled, squeezing the bridge of her nose, 'because it doesn't make any sense.' Hyun flashed a smirk at her.

    'Fun.' Ara glared at Hyun, annoyed at her playful nature when her own head was hammering against her skull.

    'A window to break out, a set of rabbit prints and a mystery bird,' Hyun listed. 'This is one of the most interesting scenes yet.' Ara couldn't help but agree. As annoying as it was, it was particularly intriguing. Maybe if she didn't have meetings and exams coming up, she would have been equally as amused.

    'Ah, also, I got Hoon to look around, but he said whoever did it left too early for him to find anything,' baeB added. Ara nodded understandingly. Although she never particularly liked Hoon, he was quite a help to the gang. Most of Hyun's "friends" were.

    'Well, whatever it is, we need to get back to the headquarters. We have meetings to plan...' Ara sighed. She saw the younger girl visibly deflate at her words.

    'But my finals are in two days!' Hyun whined as she disposed of her gloves and stepped into the car Ara had brought.

    'Yah!' Ara grumbled. 'And mine is tomorrow morning. So hurry up and let's get this over with.' Hyun nodded, and strapped on her belt, sulking all the way back. Once the pair stepped back into HQ, Roze walked straight up to them.

    'Our stock's current location,' she said, passing a sticky note to Ara. Ara nodded, scanning the page. An address had been copied onto it in Roze's flawless script. As soon as the words had registered into Ara's mind, she threw it into the furnace glowing at the front of the Administration Office. There was nothing she wanted to do more than set this "ATEEZ" on fire.

    'Have you called Alice?' Ara asked Roze, settling into her seat at her desk. Roze nodded.

    'She'll be here by ten.' Ara crumbled internally. It was such an inconvenient time. She couldn't fit in a sizable study session beforehand, and the meeting would surely be a long one so she doubted she'd be able to study well afterward.

    'Remind me why I, the boss of the most wanted criminal syndicate in Korea, still goes to uni,' Ara groaned, flopping onto her table. Roze didn't even bother looking at her as she replied.

    'Because you're an idiot.'

    'Not helping,' she grumbled. Hyun had already propped open several books at her own desk, looking over them frantically. Ara, knowing full well she wouldn't absorb any information even if she tried, got comfortable and laid her head on her desk. Sleep was the next best thing before the meeting. However, the sweetness of Ara's unconsciousness was short-lived. It seemed as if only a moment had passed since Ara had closed her eyes when Hyun was tapping at her desk.

    'ZH,' Hyun whispered, 'Alice will be here in ten. You might wanna get ready.' ZH nodded sleepily and started gathering herself. Pulling on the first coat she found, she made her way to the meeting room along with the other two. A few capos were already stationed around the room, preparing for the night. They nodded in greeting before parting to let her step inside.

    She waited for a few minutes. The tell-tale sound of Hyun's man-squeal notified her of Alice's arrival. Within a few moments, the esteemed NTMR associate stepped into the room too, followed by Hyun and Hwa.

    'Nice to see you, ZH,' Alice said, holding out a hand. Ara took it and gave it an assertive shake.

    'I'd like to say the same, but it seems every time there is a meeting, it's not something to look forward to,' Ara replied. Alice chuckled before settling into her seat. The dark night sky had set in, and with it, a tiredness seeped into ZH's bones just at the thought of the proceeding few hours.

    Finances, business, murders; so much to figure out, Ara thought to herself. And so, that was exactly what they talked about. At some point in the early hours of the day, Hoon returned to the HQ. Ara watched as he flew in.

    'Ah, how are you?' Hyun called to him, patting his head gently. The hawk perched on baeB's shoulder. Ara stared at him for a while, lost in thought.

    Sorry, this chapter's a little short and boring. I swear they get better from here >.<

    Anyway, luv y'all

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  • mobscenepromos
    23.06.2021 - 57 minutes ago

    They’d co-existed peacefully once. Complacency in the face of the French Organization, however, was a certifiable death sentence.

    London had always belonged to the British, and for a while, even the French showed little interest in challenging them for it. Whilst the St. Clairs might have solidified themselves as the most powerful criminal syndicate in the world, the Rutherfords were so deeply embedded in their capital that removing them would be anything but easy. 

    When the families butted heads in California decades later, this time the French weren’t so keen on sharing. What started as an isolated (albeit violent) confrontation soon sent waves toward their London operations. Overnight, a city once run in harmony collapsed under the weight of a fight that wasn’t even theirs. Friendships were torn apart; now enemies in the eyes of their leadership. There was violence. Murder in the streets. Backstabbing—both literally, and figuratively—in the shadows of their towering empires...

    London sits on the brink of its most violent gang war ever. There’s going to be blood. The only real question is who will be left standing when the last body falls?

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  • wbpromos
    23.06.2021 - 1 hour ago
    “Some men aren't looking for anything logical, like money. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned, or negotiated with. Some men just want to watch the world burn.”

    𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐘𝐂. WorldBurn is an original character crime & roleplay group set in New York, exploring the corrupt underworld of the city. — Click the source link or on this blog’s icon to be redirected to our page!

    ACCEPTING ON A ROLLING BASIS!

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  • omertahqpromo
    23.06.2021 - 1 hour ago

                                                  OMERTA - VOW OF SILENCE

    New York was theirs, it had been for decades. The Bianchi waged war on their enemies 40 years ago and came out stronger. Content and secure, their daily operations barely needed Gregory Bianchi, the head of the family, to look into things. A well oiled machine, his family was his legacy and his joy and pride. But power made him blind, convinced that everyone knew not to cross the family. They controlled the police, the mayor, the unions and the dockers. No one saw it coming, sharks circling, old enemies waiting in the shadows.

                                                                 June 2021.

    Gregory Bianchi was killed, found in his bed. There was a mole within, someone who had close access to the man. No one knew who the enemy was.

                                       Once thing was certain; There would be blood.

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  • mobscene-london
    23.06.2021 - 1 hour ago

    (+1 RUTHERFORD APPLICATION)

    Melissa Lin 

    You can find the complete audition count on the main page.

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  • wbpromos
    23.06.2021 - 1 hour ago
    “Some men aren't looking for anything logical, like money. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned, or negotiated with. Some men just want to watch the world burn.”

    𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐘𝐂. WorldBurn is an original character crime & roleplay group set in New York, exploring the corrupt underworld of the city. — Click the source link or on this blog’s icon to be redirected to our page!

    ACCEPTING ON A ROLLING BASIS!

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  • descendantsofwar-promos
    23.06.2021 - 1 hour ago

    ༄ From the Ashes we will Rise... 

    Welcome to Oceanside, California where you can easily become entranced with its perfect backdrop. With miles of beautiful beaches and one of the longest wooden piers on the West Coast, Oceanside is like a tropical paradise without having to leave the United States. At first glance, Oceanside appears to be a true SoCal beach town with a tangible laid-back vibe. The city boasts spectacular year-round weather, gorgeous beaches, a historic wooden pier, quaint New England-style harbor, and charming bungalow neighborhoods. For some it’s a typical vacation destination to be coveted, and for others a place to call home.  
    However, no town is without its lethal secrets, for many of them linger in the shadows after the sun goes down. Oceanside is home to two notorious kingpens ─ Nicholai Volkov and Guasparre Scordato. With one as vicious as the other, these two Mafia families have bridged a war in their fight for dominating the brisk beach town of Oceanside. It’s the VOLKOV VIPERS against the SCORDATO SCORPIONS; each possessing their own deadly, venomous strike like their nom de guerre suggests. While tensions may appear to be quelled between the two Mafias, there is more to it than meets the eye.  
    When will the next war ensue? Most importantly, will you be ready? Find out what happens to this seemingly tranquil beach town when guns go blazing. Oceanside will see its day of reckoning soon. In the meantime, choose your side wisely. Blood will cover the streets of Oceanside once more.

    ... for we are DESCENDANTS of WAR.༄

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  • omertahqpromo
    23.06.2021 - 1 hour ago

                                                  OMERTA - VOW OF SILENCE

    New York was theirs, it had been for decades. The Bianchi waged war on their enemies 40 years ago and came out stronger. Content and secure, their daily operations barely needed Gregory Bianchi, the head of the family, to look into things. A well oiled machine, his family was his legacy and his joy and pride. But power made him blind, convinced that everyone knew not to cross the family. They controlled the police, the mayor, the unions and the dockers. No one saw it coming, sharks circling, old enemies waiting in the shadows.

                                                                 June 2021.

    Gregory Bianchi was killed, found in his bed. There was a mole within, someone who had close access to the man. No one knew who the enemy was.

                                       Once thing was certain; There would be blood.

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  • chelofvenus
    23.06.2021 - 1 hour ago

    was upset and then i remembered it’s wednesday which means i get a gose ep today

    #mafia part 2 baby #i can’t wait for wonwoo to get caught as a mafia cuz his handsome face is too honest #svt #tagging this as svt cuz i will rb this every wed :D #i’m upset everyday tbf
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  • tuanzie
    23.06.2021 - 1 hour ago

    i forgot whether pledis cuts off gose when svt starts promotions and i was so scared that they were gonna leave us hanging with don't lie 😭

    #i havent watched the new ep yet but i think that theres no mafia but we shall see
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