Bring It On My Mafia Life Novels & Stories

I began, trying to keep my voice steady, "we understand your concern, but we've worked hard to make this world better." "Better?" he scoffed, his eyes flashing with anger. "You call this a better world? We're the fucking mafia!" His voice echoed through the grand hall, silencing the celebratory whispers of the Families. The tension grew palpable, the room feeling suddenly much smaller. "You're going to bring a child into this mess? Have you forgotten the price we've all paid?"

Dressing up and going out with the girls to clubs and having men approach me only to cower in fear when they noticed who I really was. Kyle hurried over to me and Jason and dragged him inside the vehicle." Mrs.Bianchi" he said as he opened the door for me. I smiled at him and sat down next to a pale Jason, little me would have been crying by now, but the number one rule of being in the mafia is to show no sympathy. I don't even care if he died or not, especially since he betrayed me many times before. "I want to go to the Milian cathedral," I stated as I stared out the window.

For the past two months, Misha has been residing in Chicago, making preparations for my takeover of the now-defunct Chicago Bratva. Similar to myself, Misha is an active member of the European Bratva, engaging in various illicit activities such as drug trafficking, money laundering, extortion, and contract killings. His expertise extends beyond the realm of criminal operations, encompassing combat skills, weapon proficiency, and the art of manipulation and control.

That is just something that you learn when you are in the Mafia. After exchanging rings and everybody has gone to the venue, we take a few photos. It is a new memory for the Marino family. I did not feel like I had lost a daughter. I feel like I have gained a son. Mark fits in perfectly with us and has the perfect sense of humor. It is just one more addition to our family. He is now my son, and I will treat him as that. He has become one of my children. I do not know their future, but I hope to become a grandmother soon. I know the two of them are not in a hurry to have children, but maybe I get lucky, and they forget to use protection. It happened to me. I look at my two beautiful twins. I

never in my life have I felt this way before For the first time I was scared I reached the place were my BG told me they were they even handed me the phone that I gave Rosie it was broken I went to the car and looked arround but no clue only the credit card I gave her I opened the booth and went through the things she bought there were a lot of baby stuffs in there which made me smile a little I saw some male hair products ,,wait she bought them for me "I need all the information on the guy who took her away" I said in a bossy tone and entered my car "I need the best tracker asap" I added "yes sir" I began making some phone calls and everyone saw the part of me they haven't seen before the

Brianna was seated on his right while Ramsey sat on his left and I sat next to Ramsey. The mood was dull even though we had a scrumptious meal on the expensive marble table. Brianna coming into our lives had turned things upside down. “I have an important announcement to make and it involves the future of this pack and our Mafia organization.” He said. “Darling, this is not the time nor the place. We can talk about this later… there’s no rush.” Brianna said in a sickeningly sweet voice while her hand went to dad’s wrist and she massaged it a little.

“Trust me, I think about it every day.” But at the same time, no matter what I thought or said, there was a part of me that wondered if Ella was right; if our lives, our upbringings, and our futures were set on paths that were just too different. And right now, there was no guarantee that I would walk out of this mafia lifestyle unscathed, or even alive. Hell, my brother might just take me down with him, I thought. If he couldn’t have the fortune, then maybe no one could.

“Otherwise, we’ll officially have a full scale mafia war on our hands tonight.” The cool night air bites at my skin, and that’s when I notice the patches of wetness soaking through my dress pants. Stephon’s blood. It’s dark, sticky, and warm. A stark, visceral reminder of Scarfo’s reach. Thankfully, my suit is charcoal black, the spill invisible in the moonlight. I only need to go inside for a singular, non-negotiable moment. Collect Harper and get her back inside the reinforced walls of the mansion. “I need you to handle one last thing,” I say to Kris.

Five guards step out of it, and fall into step behind me instantly. With my phone in a pocket, and a pistol in my hand; eyes filled with deathly fury as we approach. The moment I step in, the sight before me makes my heart stop. Not because its new, I've seen thousands of dead bodies, it was worse after an all out war between two ruthless mafia Lords. What made my heart stop is the implication. "This is a lot." I mutter, noting the extent of damage that had been done. The thought of innocents being murdered, and killed for something they didn't do or had no idea of; makes my heart ache.

Chiara Moretti Alessandro stared down at me, his jaw tight. "You say that now," he said, and took a step toward me. "But you do not understand what you are asking for, Chiara. The mafia world is not a boardroom. It is not about signing papers or making smart investments. It is a world built on blood, loyalty, and extreme violence. It is filled with people who will not hesitate to cut your throat just to send a message."