Black Mafia Bosses Novels & Stories

She spoke up finally, and the family froze in shock, especially Cross, who never thought she could ever accept such. "Are you trying to say I should get you sold to Gun Blackwood?" He asked her. "I have done my research. I know he's the biggest Boss in the city. He's also the biggest Mafia Boss. I know that too." she said, already crying with fear evident in her eyes. "But I have no choice but to accept it, Father if that's what will make you look at me for once and be happy." She said to everyone's hearing. Rose's heart broke on seeing the situation her daughter was in. "You must be joking, Mia; there is no way I am letting you do that. It's a crime."

“Someone told you where the cargo would be dropped. I want to know who it is.” Bedlam was quiet for a moment, his eyes with that of his other comrade which Alex caught immediately. Jude Bedlam and Daniel Gianni were powerful mafia bosses in their own way, still they knew not to cross him, they were in an alliance with someone and he needed to know who it was. “There is no mole.” He finally muttered.

He pointed his gun against Mia's temples and the others pointed theirs directed at Reed and his men. "I don't know. But the man on the side is the underboss of the NY mafia" one of them shared with the others. The moment they realized that Matteo is the underboss, their gaze turned towards Reed who has his gaze fixed on Mia. He doesn't need any introduction, as they understood he is the boss who is infamously known as the king of darkness. "Shit, leave the girl and run" one of them called the others. They abandoned Mia and tried to run out of the basement. But what they did not realize is that they are surrounded by Reed's men. In one instance all six bikers are captured by Reed's men and qu

Gio said nervously. " Oh come on, you and I both know Judah will never talk to me about it. Please, I'm begging you, I am your favorite cousin-in-law. Please tell me." I made a pouty face at him through the mirror. Gio sighed, " Fine but I'll tell you the basics, Judah is our capo, Zío Angelo is capo dei capi, which means he's the boss of all bosses or overall boss, he runs the entire American Mafia familia. Judah is directly under him and runs the LA division of our mafia familia, Judah handles every business that happens here in LA, drugs shipping, gambling houses, and brothels. Everything." I winced at the term, brothel. Were they into human trafficking?

“He was at one of my clubs, drunk might I add, before saw me. He claimed that ‘Ezra D’Caprio’, in his eyes, ME, ruined everything for him alongside his wife. He started public shooting, and almost killed three girls at the club. Thankfully, the cops weren’t around the scene when we got out, and people were yet to arrive in full numbers. But I had to close down for a while. Now, I came here because if men are going to end up coming to Moscow to ruin my business, then I am going to have to deal with you.” “You’re part of the mafia, aren’t you?” “Isolated or not, it runs in our blood. I am Pakhan, or in other words, Boss bossov.” Boss of Bosses. “Or what you call a Capo dei Capi.” “Separated or

Dominique managed to question him despite the searing pain oozing from every pore of his skin. Dylan tsked, “So many questions. All right this time I wouldn’t disappoint you. But we will go with the second part first, hmm. Now tell me have you heard about ‘The Black’?” Dominique quirked a brow at his absurd question. Nevertheless answered. “Of course, I know. He is the psychopathic Mafia Lord of America, Leader of the Night Stalkers.” He grated out. “Ouch,” Dylan feigned a hurt expression and placed his palm over his heart.

It seems that I couldn't get her out of my mind at all. "I will find you Miss unknown." I mumbled but the next second I was distracted by call. It's time to focus on my work. ___ I put back the lingerie in my pocket and stormed out of my suite. Black roll Royce cars were lined up outside with men in black, waiting for me. Their Boss , Caspar Mcadam, the money laundering Mafia King. The god of the American underworld. I'm the symbol of danger, blood and death...no human being in their sanity would like to cross their paths with me... I'm ruthless man with no mercy feelings.

“You’re leaving for Italy. Your name stays Jay. You’re the perfect person for this mission.” Jay exhaled slowly and accepted the documents. He glanced at the file — photos, notes, mafia profiles. One name stood out: Rafael “Rafe” Bianchi. The mafia boss of Milan, infamous for his ruthlessness, his dominance, and… apparently, his taste in men. The assistant appeared with a small suitcase. “Your things are here. And you’ll need to change your appearance for the mission,” she said.

I gave her a hard stare before leaving the room. It was time to deal with the incompetence of my men. I expected the Martin's to try something funny and I prepared for it—thought I did. How could they have been so foolish? Suddenly, a call came in. It was from Santos, the man in charge of the the dark flood (Alluvione Oscura) mafia's businesses at the Bronx. "Boss, I have news." "Spill." "The deal with the Moreli's have been sealed. A good thing for us, especially now."

His hand closed gently around her wrist, pulling it away. “Domenico won't kill me in front of you. And come on… he wouldn’t exactly announce it to you if he did.” His tone was calm now. “Have you gone mad?” Renata groaned, her voice rising before she forced it back down again. “Did you not hear a word I said?” She pulled her hand away from him. “They’re Mafia, Chase. Mafia. And Domenico—” her voice dropped, “he’s their boss. A mafia boss. This isn’t a joke. You don’t get to walk away from people like him.”