Accidental Mafia Heir Novels & Stories

“Legacy and shit,” So this is what’s been bothering him? “That’s not all,” Miles went on, ignoring the looks on their faces. “After I more or less adopted Cody over there, turns out his family is Mafia. You know what that means? I’m hiding their heir, so they are coming for me. That’s basically the tip of the iceberg, compared to my own father wanting to kill me,” Mrs Sirenio gasped, her eyes wide and filled with horror.

Then, I gave him the absolute laziest, most half hearted hug in human history. There. Hug accomplished. Now let me go. Instead, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist, pulling me flush against his warm body. I stiffened. This was so awkward I felt like throwing up. Several hours later, everything had been cleared and packed into the convoy. Our billionaire Alpha had literally ordered his private trauma team to pack their equipment and move to the estate, having already reserved living quarters for them. Must feel nice being an insanely wealthy, handsome blood money mafia lord. I sat in the plush leather seat right beside Chadwick during the long drive back. I peeked over at him. He looked

On top of everything, she couldn’t get enough rest because of Zade. She had asked Chiara to help dig up more information about Zade, and now she was scouring the internet for anything about him. But his damn face was nowhere to be found. There was nothing indicating that he was Enzo's grandson—wasn’t he supposed to be the future heir to Vclass Mobile? It didn’t make sense at all. Alice had spent her whole life as a hidden associate of the Vicenzo Empire. Although she wasn’t fully a member of the mafia, she knew how the clan operated, since her father was the Capo. From her experience, she could confidently say they were far more than what the public saw. She didn’t want to jump to conclusion

Was that the excuse he was giving me, mafia? He scared me when he shot the man, but knowing he did it to protect me made my heart flutter like he would kill to protect me. Am I sane for liking a killer? I laughed at his joke about the mafia. Right. He continued, Kimberly I'm serious, I am and so was your dad and you are currently the heir to ur father's organization, the last time he told me I was the heir to my father’s wealth. Was this the wealth? “Don't bring my dad into this mess," I spoke.

I am the CEO of my company and no one dares to double-cross me. Besides all of my legitimate business, I am a mafia boss. I control the Italian Mafia in America. From guns to drugs to strip clubs I do it all. I found out I was the heir from the Italian Mafia when my grandfather died, I was 25. I never met him, as my father decided to leave the mafia my grandfather never had the chance to meet me. My father rejected it all but I didn’t. I was thirsty for money and power. I wanted all. Everything I was entitled to. My cousin Gabriel runs the Things in Italy. We decided to split the duty and rule together.

How could that even be possible? Before I have a chance to open my mouth she raises her hand, stopping me as she takes a sip of her tea. She then locks eyes with me and smiles. “Everything you know about the mafia is a lie. I am the heir. My father was the leader of the American mafia in New York. I was trained all my life to take everything into my hands after my father retired, but I fell for your father, Christopher was sweet and kind, and the way he looked at me always made me feel like I was seen. I was always kept in the hiding, I was trained in the underground, and the other families didn’t know about my existence”, she says, and I can relate to that, so that’s where dad got the idea

"Unfortunately, yes. That's why you have that scar. Your scar is an insignia of the Romano Mafia. You're supposed to be the heir, but then an accident happened when they sent you here in America." "Heir? What do you mean?" I asked. "You were supposed to be trained to take over the Romano Mafia, but your mother doesn't want that life for you, so she sent you here. On the way, your transport got into an accident, and everybody thought you were dead. Your father went on a rampage after that, and he attempted to kill Valentino's family. Valentino was the son of the Mafia don back then. He retaliated, but Luca escaped so here we are." Romero narrated.

His eyes were ice-cold, devoid of any remorse. "This is between you and me. Mia has nothing to do with it." He leaned down, lowering his voice to a bare whisper, a naked threat in his tone. "All these years, you've been killing yourself working, just to pay for your adoptive mother's heart surgery in Chinatown, right?" "I heard they finally found a donor match?"

"You're one lucky son of a bitch, do you know that?" I turn my head slowly, ignoring the painful flare running through my body. As soon as my eyes land on him, I groan again. He sat in the hospital chair next to me, leaning backwards with one foot rested on the other leg. He doesn't look happy. The eyes of Mr. Lambardi, a mafia gang leader and my only father.

We won. We entered a smoked glass door on this tall building 3 days after the conquest. Wearing a corporate suit, we'll meet the 'bosses' for formalities regarding our training as one of their mafia teams. Heading to the front to bow, I raised my head, and I saw Theon in the middle. I didn't show my shock, the two gasps. I knew someone's up with him. He's the 'Mafia Chairman' according to the pin on his coat. The meeting have this cold air, we remained stoic.