Chance X Mafioso Novels & Stories

But when I turned around, it wasn’t him. It was Murphy. My whole body froze. He walked toward me casually, hands in his pockets, a lazy smirk on his lips. My fists clenched by instinct, though I didn’t know what I could do with them. I was scared, any sane person would be, but I wasn’t going to show it. “You’re one of Bruno’s men, right?” I asked, keeping my voice steady. He tilted his head and gave a half-smile. “Yeah. I run a few of Bruno’s businesses in Colombia.”

he pleaded in desperation. My words fell out before I could stop them. "Give it up." "What?" he asked in confusion. "The mafia thing, whatever it is. Give it up," I blurted out, well aware he'd never do such a thing. "What are you saying?" he asked again. "You want a second chance, don't you?" I challenged. "I'll give you one if you give up on the mafia thing."

I pushed her to the brink. “Boss, you good with that?” Deron asks, snapping my focus back to the present. I look around the dark SUV as my inner circle, Deron, Stephon, Kris, and Max, are preparing to help orchestrate a raid on a meatpacking plant. It’s one of many business fronts for the Scarfo mafia. This one, in particular, is run by Vinnie and his crew. It took a little digging, but Max managed to track the bastard down with ease.

My father spoke out as he wiped a tear from his eyes from laughing so hard. “What is it?” I asked shortly. The familiar pain in my heart was returning, and I needed to see if Allegra’s letter came today. “As you know, the Italian and American Mafias have never been so successful, profitable, and organized.” Xavier spoke out as he leaned back in his chair. I walked back over to the bottle of whiskey and poured myself another glass.

LUCKY CHARM "I look forward to continue working with you, Mr Ferrari". The bald man said as he stretched his hand for a handshake. His French accent was evident in his voice. Cesare smirked. In the Mafia world relationships didn't exist; you could only have Allies if you have two things; money and power. Nevertheless, he replied with a handshake. "Sure Mr Agreste". The man smiled at him again then Rico before walking out of the door and the other two soon followed too where there were three black SUVs waiting for them outside with some of their men.

Matteo hissed, his hand tightening on the grip of his sidearm. In the dim light of The Gilded Toad Club, Vince Hale—the man who went by 'Chance'—nodded slowly. He didn't look like a mob boss; he looked like a man haunted by ghosts. “So where the hell have you been for the last decade?” Nickie demanded, his voice low and lethal. “While she was scrubbing floors and sleeping in a closet, where were you?” “I’ve been right here,” Chance said, gesturing to the flickering neon signs and the smell of stale gin. “Running this front. Keeping my head down.”

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."

Richard walked over to Chansu and stood right in front of him. "Listen to me, you've been in this business with Max, much longer than I have. I entrust my entire Casino to you. Because I know you are the right person." "We are the Mafia, Chansu. We are not clean people. Killing and torturing someone is a small thing for us." Richard grabbed Chansu's shoulders. "You are my right hand, if my right hand can be this careless and stupid, how can I run my business properly?" Chansu was silent, not daring to reply to Richard's words. Replying to Richard's words at this time was tantamount to suicide.

“Isn't that wonderful?” “So what man, are you hesitant about the 09 fortune because of her?” “Angelo, not now.” I waved my index finger in the air. “Hillary is your key to the 09 fortune, why are you hesitant?” “Probably because he's in love with her.” Rafael suddenly joined in, I looked at him with daggers in my eyes. Angelo laughed loudly. “That would be crazy; in this mafia game, there's nothing like love, you know why? Because it makes you weak, no one wants to be weak over a bitch right?”

“He’s too much of a pussy to be involved in things like this. He’ll get killed too fast.” “Does that mean there’s a possibility of you dying?” He turned around slightly. “Is that concern I hear?” “Is there a possibility of you dying?” I repeated. “There’s a possibility of everyone dying, sweetheart.” He returned to the plates and went back to the stove to transfer the pancakes he’d made to it. “Being in the mafia just increases that chance by fifty percent. Being smart in the mafia reduces it.” I nodded. “Don’t get yourself killed any time soon?”