Mafia Novels & Stories

He never fucking liked me and I did nothing to earn his approval because I would never get it. l am Alessia Ferrari the Don of the Italian mafia. Father only passed it down to me because he is dying and he has no male heirs, which is quite unfortunate for the bastard. He did not even have any illegitimate sons despite the fact that he fucked day in and day out. He hated watching me take over his mafia, making it mine, making the power mine. But I never asked for this life.

Mafia’s maid It was late afternoon, sun was about to go and She was standing in front of a pub alone with just few pieces of information. Jeremy sends her to find out the person who was stealing his drug consignments.given by the guard, contained three photographs with the information regarding the stolen consignments. With shaky feet she gets out of the car and started approaching the entrance of the pub which was filled with neon lights and smell of alcohol was strong in air.

So, he continues "I was the leader of American mafia. My real name is 'STEVEN KNIGHT' not Steven Moritz. Aidan's father 'Eric uncle' and your grandpa were alliances. During our childhood, we lived all together. Both the families were the envious of them all. Dad handled American mafia whereas Eric uncle had Canada and Mexico under his control. It was the most powerful mafia clan. Everyone feared them. But we were a happy loving family until the day, when we lost dad and uncle. You know sweetheart, power comes with its own thorns. Once you got the hunger of power, you can't back away. There's only

keeping some distance between them so she could be able to focus. William dove right into it. "Have you ever heard of the Italian mafia?" He asked, nodding as Louisa shook her head in the negative. He continued. "They are a crime syndicate usually based in Europe but with... let's call it branches all over the world." Louisa was curious. "Well, what do they have to do with what happened fifteen years ago?" He smirked. "You really are impatient, woman. Relax, I'm getting there."

I had an entire white Mercedes Benz left for me while the others took the cars they came with. Since I was still dumbstruck, Knife had given orders to have me driven back home. I noticed my men were scared or me as they bustled me into the car and rushed out into the highway. The mafia. Leaning forward with my hands clasped to form a triangle, I took my time to evaluate the situation I'm in. The mafia. I've read a lot about them; even watched movies made about them. From my little knowledge about the Mafia, they're a criminal organization that makes money illegally, especially by threatening peopl

Xavier stated twirling his spaghetti around his fork "I'll take you there one day." "I'd be honored." I smiled "What exactly do you do you know where?" "Everything a normal mafia does." Xavier said to me softly and I looked around to make sure no one was listening "We're the biggest and most deadly mafia in Italy. We don't deal with drugs though. We leave that out the mix but we do everything else." "You kill people then?" I asked shyly

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

It was a text from Damon wishing me goodnight. ************** ~Trisha’s POV~ Sitting at the centre of the living room with a glass of red wine in my hand, I listened as my brother, Matteo, leaned back on the couch opposite me, his eyes scanning a thick stack of papers. “This is everything from the past quarter,” he said, tossing the documents onto the table between us. “Gianni’s businesses are clean on the surface, but I’m telling you, there’s something shady going on with their new shipping routes.”

I turned my attention again to him as he started in a very dominated deep voice. ' I am a Devil. The owner of this mansion and all the men and women working here Works for me... You know what mafia is?' I shook my head in no. I don't know what is this mafia. He sighs and continued. ' Well, the mafia is a big organization which does some... I mean all illegal works. We are all bad peoples, really bad. And I am their boss. That's enough for your little pretty head'

“Alessia.” Ivan shrugged. “We already know your name. I’ve heard so much about you, against my will.” Dante’s voice cut in, low and firm. “Ivan.” Ivan raised both hands in mock surrender. “I don’t want to offend the mafia don. He might chop off my fingers or do some other mafia thing to me.” I laughed, harder than I meant to. The sound surprised me. It felt foreign after days of nausea and quiet anxiety. Maxim waved a hand. “Don’t mind him. He never stops teasing Dante for choosing his grandfather’s path and becoming a mafia boss instead of… I don’t know, being a doctor or something civilized.”