Bos Mafia Novels & Stories

None of them looked younger than twenty-four, meaning I had to be the youngest. The mansion belonged to one of the most feared men in the city, Domenico Fanucci. Although he tried covering his tracks behind a family vineyard and brewery, everyone knew him as one of the most ruthless and notorious mafia bosses. His sons had quite the reputation in the city as well, and it was not a good one. There was the youngest brother, Dante, known for his playboy ways, the middle child, Gian, known for his lack of manners, and at last, the oldest, the heir—Alessio, known for his hideous temper, cold aura, and handsome looks.

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The eight Dons; Moncho, Raphael, Chevy, Clyde, Apache, Columbo, Carmine, and Bugsy, were all either involved in shady deals or had one selfish reason to the other, as to why Caddaric should be destroyed. “The monster. He is indeed worse than his father,” the oldest amongst them, Don Columbo remarked. The younger ones had not seen Casper in action until the video of Lord Night went viral among the mafia groups. “They are even two now. Who is the other guy?” Don Chevy asked from the video call. Moncho was the only one among them who attended the ruined wedding and knew a few things. All he wanted was Juliet, for which reason he was ready to go with whichever plan these dons hatched. He respond

I was NOT a very emotional person and to be quite honest I didn’t know how to handle other people’s emotions. I sat on the couch in my living room and turned on the tv. I laid back on the couch as I switched channels on the tv. The sound of my phone ringing drew my attention away from the tv and to my cell phone. “Hello?” I spoke out as I answered the call. “Tesoro, you left so soon.” My father slightly cried out on the phone. “Arcano, it amazes me how you are considered a famous Mafia Don when you call me whining,” I comment as I roll my eyes and focus on the tv once again.

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

Victorious warriors win first and then go to war, while defeated warriors go to war first and then seek to win. -Sun Tzu * * * MATEO So today something big will happen. By big I mean war. War full of blood and dead bodies. The Red mafia crossed us and today is the day to show them what we are capable of and what we do to those who cross us. They killed a lot of my men in Europe, and not only that, they also killed the family of someone I know.

Nicola’s brow furrowed as he said, “You want to share an idea ion how to punish him?” “Hmm... Yes,” I said while playing with my fingers. “Go on,” he said, while looking amused. "According to you, a mafia is like a huge family governed by trust, and he destroyed the trust of the family." I exhaled loudly. They asked, “Yes?” They seemed confused, which made me smile as I explained my plan to them. As soon as I was done, I noticed Ben looking astonished, and a bit terrified, while Nicolas seemed shocked and proud.

When the red haze of fury finally cleared, I found myself standing over Helena's prone form, my hands sticky with blood. The warehouse had fallen silent, the fight over. But the real battle, I realized as I turned to face Aliyah's shocked gaze, was just beginning. Aliyah Sundane The world had tilted on its axis, everything I thought I knew crumbling around me. Alessandro, my Alessandro, was standing before me, his hands dripping with blood, his eyes wild with a fury I'd never seen before. Mafia. The word echoed in my mind, alongside the images from the folder Helena had shown me. Newspaper clippings of gang violence, photos of Alessandro with known criminals, documents detailing illegal oper

I’m not one to allow people close to me physically or mentally, but I didn’t feel the need to push him away as his intentions didn't seem malicious. The rosé wine bottle arrives, and he says, “Ask away.” I begin my inquiry, “What is your name?” He says, “Alessandro Bianchi.” Bianchi? No. That…That belongs to one of the most powerful mobsters in the city. I gulp and ask, “Okay…Who were you shoot…shooting yesterday?” He answers, without a glint of emotion, “Santino Martino’s gang member, he had been hired to kill me and the gang is my biggest rival.”

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne