About Mafia Novels & Stories

"Is a fucking secret mafia lord. Yeah, right. A mafia boss. Do you know what a mafia is?" No one answered Zara, too stunned at what they just heard. "Mafia kills people, undertakes underground activities, smuggles firearms all across the country, torture their enemies to death, and many, many more. He's Satan himself, Zoey. Is that the kind of person you really wanted to be your husband?"

“Even before the birth of Master Reign, his father and his grandfather and his great grandfather and his…” “I get it.” I say quickly, fearing he might go on and on, if I let him. The man was a like young puppy. “So, the Rafe Mafia go way back many decades.” “Yes, ma’am. The Rafe Mafia is one of the most feared and respected cartels in Italy. We have ties all around the world.” That word ‘respected’ often translates to the most ‘hated’ in the mafia life. “So, the shipping company is just a ‘legal’ front for their shady business.” I conclude

Seven? “Thank you,” she replied, flashing me a weak smile. “It’s a tough business, the mafia.” I wanted to know more, but I didn’t want to push. “I’m sure it is.” I’d heard horror stories about the mafia. Shootings and stabbings seemed to be common place. The mafia was notorious for hitmen, werewolves willing to kill a target for money. And I assumed the Santonio family, as one of the biggest mafia around, had a TON of hit men.

* * * * * * * * * * PD Luciana wandered through the villa's garden, the scent of blooming flowers and freshly cut grass filling her lungs. But her mind wasn't on the serene surroundings. Alessandro's words echoed in her thoughts; "Antonio's family is Mafia... they're ruthless. They'll stop at nothing to get what they want." She shivered, despite the warmth of the sun on her skin. The Mafia's reputation was notorious - brutal killings, extortion, and corruption. They operated in the shadows, and their influence reached the highest echelons of power.

My brain struggled to process it. Mafia? Actual mafia? The kind from movies? I actually thought they were business men who had bodyguards with them. The expensive suits. The armed men. The meetings. The injuries. The secrecy. Suddenly everything began making sense all at once. Sylvester noticed my stunned expression and immediately tried explaining further. “We mainly deal with people who..” Chris interrupted before he could finish. “We deal with bad people,” Chris explained calmly. “Drug dealers. Human traffickers. Bastards who threaten our territory or innocent people.”

She might be scared and terrified to her bones, the reminder that this man is not just an alpha but a ruthless mafia was sending cold chills down her spine. She knows who mafias are. How ruthless they are. She has read a lot about them. They are usually involved in a lot of dirty businesses and sheaas sure he'd definitely be doing such illegal things. He's alpha death, who's a Mafia, she doesn't expect him to be a good clean man.

Isabella’s POV It was nice to have dinner with Papa, but of course, as soon as the topic of the DeMarcos came up, there was a huge fight. “I don’t understand in this day and age that you can’t barter for my freedom,” I voiced, crossing my arms. “It’s mafia tradition, Mia Stellina,” Papa replied. “The mafia is very steeped in tradition and values. There is even a mafia council in Italy with strict rules. If you go against the council, you can face severe penalties, including death.”

He sighed again, "Have you heard of the mafia?" Even though I had guessed this fact already, my heart stilled. The man I liked was in the fucking mafia. I nodded slowly. "Half of this country is occupied by us. The Italian Mob. The Cosa Nostra. Call it what you want. The other half is the Russians'." He supplied quietly, then something seemed to get ignited in him, and his eyes flared. "The mafia is my family. My father was the head - the Don - earlier. Now I am."

He stands up straighter, towering over me, his dark eyes swirling with a storm of secrets he refuses to share. “I’m a mafia leader, Harper. There is always someone out there trying to get at me,” he says bluntly, his chest rising and falling heavily. He looks away from me, a flash of genuine pain crossing his face. “And now, they can hurt you to get to me. You’re a weakness.”

Working for a Mafia (Revenge was her DNA until she met him) By Nwabueze Ify Preçious Authoress Prechy PROLOGUE Miranda is a young girl living with her parents in a peaceful community not untill everything changed . Their town was raided by evil money bags and everyone was killed . . But she managed to escape after everyone in her small town were killed or so she thought. And then she swore to.have her revenge and kill those killers down to their generations