Best Mafia Novels & Stories

- I need your loyalty, because I can't do it alone, but I can't allow myself to be betrayed either. - Okay, start by telling me who Maria De La Cruz is, the beautiful Mexican who saved my life, and it wasn't by chance. - I won't tell you much, but I will tell you a little at a time. But let's make it mutual. Do you know who your daddy is? - Yes, a former hitman, and right hand of the most mafia doctor in Latin America. - Very well, you have accepted reality, congratulations, and me? do you know who I am?

Dante stiffened, and the car seemed to go slower. “She was supposed to be my bride, it’s a… work thing.” Chiara nodded, another question coming into her mind. “I barely know you. Like, I know you’re rich, but I don’t know what you do for money. For all I know, you could be some criminal boss.” Her voice was half-serious, it sounded like she was testing him.

"Now you can imagine what I am capable of doing to you, right? You see, my little Love, I could crush your neck right now, and no one would ever know. I could strip you down and fuck you right here on this bed, and absolutely no one would come to save you." His smirk vanished, replaced by an expression of pure, chilling stone. "So, this is my final warning. Do not test my patience. I am already having a very hard time keeping my cool around you, and you are being fucking impossible. The next time you decide to open your smart mouth, think very carefully about the consequences. Alright?" "Y-yes," I choked out, the tears flowing freely now. "Are... are you in the mafia?" the words tumbled out

Malik looked at him in shock. "She is my woman! Not any whore.. And true mafia never leaves his woman! But a Mafia-like you will never understand it, who even betrayed & killed his own wife, Zubaida. You will never understand the fact that a true Mafia needs to become a man first, before becoming any leader or king. But You are not a man enough to understand this because no matter what happens, no matter who comes across, True Mafia is above all that. So think before saying anything about my woman because

Not a word came out of my mouth. He knew. He got to know everything. I gulped. My fists clenched on my dress at the sides. "Leonardo McCommer. One of the dangerous mafia leaders of America. The man who has been running so many illegal activities throughout the continent for decades, the man police have been looking for years," he said, still not moving from his seat. "And nowadays his elder son is helping him run the gang, preparing to be the next mob boss of the organization. And do you know what his name is, love?"

It was too quiet for my liking. Sol would definitely prefer it this way. That’s why my babbo wanted him to lead the family. Babbo was named the Mafia King. Sol took over when he died and now… there’s me. A woman who is leading one of the world’s biggest mafia. After making people know that the king was actually a queen, I thought for sure someone would dare come after me. Perhaps I have instilled fear too much after wiping out those scums. “What’s with that sigh, Cara?”

Master Leonardo owned 30 major companies under his own name, petroleum and real estates are being handled by him mainly. While last but not least master Mateo had 7 businesses of mafia under his name as he always preferred to earn clean, mostly hospitals and pharmaceutical stores were run under his supervision. Master Mateo was also the most richest and biggest attorney in Europe, and no wonder why... because he had the Mafia's back all his life. The income of the mafia as whole, summing the 3 Garcia brother's total earnings were insane to calculate in mere digits. No wonder why master Alejandro was one spoilt brat since childhood.

I demanded, pouting my lips. "Rafe is in the Mafia, basically he's a shadow, we can't tell his exact location and whereabouts except he wants us to know and he never does, he just shows up whenever it's necessary. Also he was my first investor, he trusted in my business idea and innovation, you can say he's behind my success in a way" "Do you mean the Mafia is real?" I squealed, pulling out of Damon's body as my eyes widened with this new revelation. "What planet are you from? Mars? Of course the Mafia is real," Damon answered.

, Alan mused again, a smile playing on his lips. The American mafia was one of the three biggest mafias in the underworld, alongside Spain and the African mafia which was a combination of all the African mafias under one Don. Alan has the Spanish mafia under his thumb, along with over thirty other mafias under his thumb. Owning the African mafia was a question of time and a stupid decision on Kofi Adlojojo’s end but he could throw his weight around in the African mafia. Owning America gives one more power than they can fathom, a total control of the south and north and a direct access to the gangs scattered along the Mediterranean but Alan Poza was not a greedy man. Infact, his fair judgemen

came towards her like a missile landing on her mere world of imagination. "What did you say?" He inquired again just to make it confirm whether he had heard right or the young girl just threw something in dark. Bratva is not a mere man or a political leader who can be approachable easily. Bratva is the Russian Mafia or the Boss. Nobody except few had seen the new Bratva as he had still kept his identity hidden to come up with a massive entry. Few spectators who had ever got a glimpse of him often said only one line.