Novel & Cerita Best Mafia Novels

"Pier 7. Twelve years ago. November." "Jesus," a new voice cut in—Noah, the only hacker in the city who didn't sleep. "The Leviathan is the ship where the old man Moretti caught a 'stray crane' to the skull. Official word was an accident. The streets said Dominic cleared the throne." "The manifest has a signature," Lina said, her heart hammering against her ribs. "A big, jagged 'V'." "Victor Russos," Bailey finished, his voice trembling. "If Dominic was cutting deals with their biggest rival the night his father died... Marco will burn this city to the ground to kill his brother. You aren't holding a story, kid. You're holding a nuke."

Chapter five Micah’s POV What the fuck kind of mafia N*****x nightmare had I landed in? Was I being tested? Everything that had happened from the warehouse till now felt surreal, like I’d wake up in a cold sweat any second and laugh at how messed up my dreams had gotten. But I wasn’t waking up. And Elio Romano... God. What the hell was that earlier? Why did he storm in like a man possessed, only to stop short like he was fighting himself? There’d been tension in the air, thick enough to choke on.

I aimed and fired twice; one dropped, the other ducked. Rafa was already returning fire, cool and precise. He didn't seem caught off guard; he looked like he’d done this a thousand times. Because, well, he’s a mafia boss; I wouldn’t expect anything less. A bullet grazed Rafa’s side, making him flinch, but he didn't fall. Instead, he pressed his hand to the wound, blood seeping through his shirt. “I'm fine,” he said through gritted teeth. He wasn't, but he’d survive. A small injury wouldn’t do much harm.

He always lies. He used to be someone. A capo in the Diavoli. Feared, respected. Men lowered their eyes when they spoke his name. He was supposed to be next in line for underboss. Then came the drinking. The losses. The debts. When Mama got sick, everything collapsed. He gambled more, begged for loans from men who smile as they sharpen their knives. Eventually, even the mafia washed their hands of him. And now… now his debt is mine. I check my phone, thumb trembling on the cracked screen. I’m already late.

Both by the same hand. Yasmine Fernandez. The name curls on my tongue, soft, dangerous, intriguing. I already own several of her pieces. Looks like I’ll be adding more. Despite leading the Rossi Family, the Cosa Nostra’s most powerful syndicate I’ve always loved art. Maybe it’s because beauty, unlike people, never betrays. But beauty can also be a weapon. “Boss.” My bodyguard approaches, eyes grim. I sigh, irritated. They know not to disturb me here. “What is it?”

“Well, that’s true… but I was wondering if you would be open to hearing a proposal I have put together?" He rested his hand on his protruding belly, his eyes boring into mine. "Fine. Let's hear it." I took a deep breath, fighting the nerves settling in my stomach. "Word on the street is that two rival mafia gangs, ‘The Brooklyn Blood Brothers’ and ‘The Blood Kings’, are fighting to control New York. Now, the—" "Wait!” Mr. Jeffers cut in. “The Brooklyn Blood Brothers and The Blood Kings? Gwen, are you listening to yourself right now?" He laughed, shaking his head.

Lucas shrugged, then moved the man's body in front of him to recognize who he was and which side he belonged to. Liam's troops. He found that most of the bodies in this mansion were Liam's troops, not the ElWagner troops still loyal to Rafael. "They died because they deserved it. Isn't that right, Axton?" Liam walked down the stairs and stopped not far from him. Lucas nodded, "I think they died not because they deserved it but because you wanted it." There was no fear in his eyes even though he was facing a dangerous man. With all his cunning and bravery, Liam had successfully betrayed Rafael—a big mafia who led an underground network in America and Europe.

U just had to keep my mouth shut and i feel like I never had such good luck in life because now I just had to go ahead and get involved with a freaking mafia boss. This was my life. This was just my sad and pathetic sad life and it's only just a matter of time before Marco finally kills me and I knew that to help myself and also stay alive I just had to shut up and keep my mouth shut so that I could live longer. My heart was beating so fast and I didn't even know how I was going tj face him. He didn't catch me unlike last time but yet I felt so scared because he was a freaking mafia boss which meant that he could do literally anything to me and that meant killing me in one go

I decided to taunt her more I want her to loose it . I moved closer to her and touch her lips ,I felt a weird connection between us ,so I moved close to her and whisper in her ear .. where do u want it lil slut? Here or outside ?? I fanned her neck .. she shivered lightly .. I was about to do more before I felt someone pull me back … I had totally forgotten my sister is here .. lilo dear ! Sorry but I will talk to you later I need to leave now and she .. I said pointing to the girl is coming with me ….. she made to protest but I stopped her no lilo I promise you I won’t kill her … take care lil sister I said and peck her on her head ….. I dragged the girl along with me , we got to my car ,ge

Carlo said, "He's only betrayed us in the last few years, and it's said that he has something to do with his family." Mauro Ricci muses, "Well, it's a risk to use someone with a soft heart in the end." Mauro Ricci is a big businessman, but when he was young he was a penniless street hustler who started from scratch in a smuggling business. The process was naturally difficult and he experienced many betrayals, which led him to develop his own way of doing things: the important things are never done by someone with a weakness, unless that person has a weakness in his own hands.