Acknowledged By A Mafia Leader Novels & Stories

This wasn’t just female trafficking, they were minors. How dare they? It was my kingdom! I was the Russian mafia; how dare they try to do something like that under my nose? I would kill them. Without giving them a chance to think about what was happening, I quickly shot the leader of the American Mafia, who looked baffled and didn’t expect me to still be there. My men were equally swift, taking out some of their opponents. Unfortunately, one of our men got hit in the chest. He was about to collapse, but I caught him. He was alive and breathing.

“Threatening us won’t work. We hear worse every day. We breathe in threats like air. They don’t scare us.” The man’s bravado crumbled. His lips trembled as sweat ran down his temple. Leon leaned closer, his breath hot against the man’s ear. “Tell me, Mister… Have you ever heard of the mafia?” The man’s eyes widened in horror. His knees shook. “N-no…” Alerina’s grin spread. She loved watching that moment—the instant someone realized they were out of their depth, standing face-to-face with power they couldn’t comprehend. Leon tilted his head. “Ever met someone from the mafia?”

Sometimes, I’d try to talk to him, offer a light comment or a gentle smile, but he’d only look at me with those cold piercing eyes of him and remind me of our arrangement. “Don’t get carried away, Joan. This is business, nothing more,” he’d say, and each time, it felt like a knife twisting in my chest. But tonight… tonight felt different. I’d been walking down the hall, just trying to clear my head, when I heard voices. My curiosity got the better of me. I slipped into the shadows near the doorway and saw Derrick, standing with his right hand men, Santi and Ace. I was too far away to make out everything, but phrases floated over to me, the words “mafia,” “Godfathers,” and “pressure.” My hear

She suddenly asked her. She stopped talking and looked at her, " I do. But they are not a normal family like yours. " Lana smirked, but couldn't hide her pain. " They must be better than mine. I can bet. " She heaved. " No, you're wrong. My father and brother are Italian mafia bosses. Obviously, better than yours. They don't like Michail. " Lana said. " And you still let him hit you. I can guess you know the fighting skills. " She told her.

"Call Hudson, I wanted to make sure the house is safe when she gets there." The door burst open, revealing Connor. One of the bosses. Luca's circle of friends is small, but all of them are powerful. Luca specializes in technology, he uses his skills and intelligence to manage the underground world which is the mafias' abode. Connor is in charge of their guns and bombs, the main source for their firearms when needed. It's all legal though behind the illegal actions when things go south. Alejandro works as an FBI agent, no one knows he's one of the mafia bosses. Hudson is exceptionally skilled in combat. They are all trained to look after one another.

he snapped. Hans didn't need to reply as Annah knew that he either nodded or simply remained silent. She staggered back, refusing to believe what she was hearing. She knew what she was getting into when she made that vow with him, she knew she was entangled with a killer and a mafia lord but what she didn't expect was for him to be this brutal and strict. "No," she whispered. She didn't bargain for this and in that moment, she knew that there was nothing she could do to change the hands of time. This was final and even her words could hardly move him which was worse because she knew that there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop this.

But he didn’t blink. “This isn’t a fucking joke, Adrien.” “I know. You’re a scary mafia boss. Big bad Luca Moretti. I’ve seen the way you operate. Cold, ruthless, probably never hugged as a child.” He smiled—bright and sharp, all teeth. “So let me in. Give me something to do.” “I should lock you back in your room for mouthing off,” I growled. “You should,” he said. “But you won’t.” I hated him a little more for being right.

And to worsen the situation, his bodyguards stood like statues, blocking the exits. Hannah, who had been chatting with someone at the bar, finally noticed what was happening. Her face went pale as she hurried over. "Scarlett?" she asked, her voice shaky. Then she looked at Liam, and her eyes widened in recognition. "Wait, you’re…" Her voice trailed off, and I saw the fear flash across her face. She knew him. Everyone seemed to know him. Liam DeLuca, the godfather of some gang, Europe’s biggest mafia—at least that was what Hannah had told me earlier today in class.

Content with the transaction, the leading mafia man affectionately pats my trembling shoulder and announces, "Congratulations, little wolf. Your unit is officially cleared to go home." The moment his claws release my arms, my brain still seems completely disoriented. Is my body truly free to clear this death zone? The mafia boss calls out to my boots, his hand gesturing toward the silent figure of Chika, who still stands perfectly upright under his hood. "He is your elder brother, boy. If your clumsy wolf hadn't messed with the loan shark networks, our platoon wouldn't have executed his abduction at all. What final words does your mouth have to say to his face?"

(Translation: smuggled some drugs. "True that. But he owes us money. Either he pays or be killed." My blood ran cold at Erico's statement. Killed? I dropped my fork and looked at them with wide eyes. No one payed me much attention but Vincenzo. He was studying my reaction and anticipating what I will say next. "Who are you?" I asked with a fast beating heart. "Vincenzo Mercanti. Don of the Italian mafia. Number one mafia in Italy and USA." Vincenzo smiled evilly.