Chance X Mafioso Novels & Stories

'My name?' He asked with a shocked expression. 'Yes.' He frowned and looked me in the eyes. 'Giovanni, my name is Giovanni LaRosa.' I smiled to myself. It's long and sexy, just what I hoped for. 'Okay, uhmm...' I was thinking what question I could ask. 'Do you do illegal stuff?' I asked. 'Yes. I do.' He said. Jesus, that was easy.. I nodded my head and thought of the possible thing he did. Maybe he killed more than just my sister. Or he is into drugs. Or woman export. You never know. But I'm already screwed, so fuck it.

They also don't want Dylan to get angry. Those loyal to La Victima Mafi, those who are still willing to fight for their own mafia, did not meet a good end. Hey, all died swiftly and brutally. If any of the lower ranks see them now, they will all shiver in fear and ask themselves if they still want to stay in La Xiena Mafia. After all, these kinds of brutal ways of killing can cause trauma to those who are not used to them.

Like fate had decided to play dirty. The first time I saw him was months ago, at a party. A work night for me, just another contract, another throat to slit and vanish before the champagne went flat. I didn’t expect to lock eyes with a mafia heir dressed in black silk and sin, his gaze catching mine across a room full of killers and crooked kings. I’d slipped out unseen, job finished, but my mind had stayed behind hooked on him. Rafa. And now he was here again. No plan. No chase. Just him.

He extended his arm while showing the red mark from her hit. Clara rolled her eyes, "Can you be a little more serious? Something bad is happening, and you're still worried about your reddened arm?" "Come on, the mission is well planned, and I know exactly what to do there. I won't attack Liam and his troops in Canada. In fact, I'm not tasked with attacking ElWagner's headquarters because Rafael has arranged a team from a mafia network led by Mikael Williams." "Who is Mikael Williams?" Clara furrowed her brow upon encountering another unfamiliar name in Lucas's story.

She chided but Matteo scowled instead. “Anyone with a lick of sense would stay away from these mafia types." “They're not all bad." Kate defended. Matteo snorts, “Name one." “My uncle is a good man and he's involved with them. Besides, I met a man earlier who was a perfect gentleman." “That's just a front for the public. When there are no witnesses, that's when the claws come out." Kate sighed as she had no comeback for his words but one thing she realized was that he had a deep-dislike for the Mafia.”

Fred taunted Bowie, he knew how long he had been in a batter with his brother ( Bowie ). Fred, Bruce, and Bowie we're all brothers, and siblings from the same mother and father. While Bruce was the eldest, Fred was the last child. He was different from the rest of his family, while his brothers took his mother's facials he took his father's. He also decided to dive into a different career from the one his family was into, yes Bruce and Bowie were Mafia lords. gods of the underworld, they were both known as demons hiding within humans, they killed and murdered with reserve.

I usher her as I sit down and she nods sitting as well "I am sorry if I'm crossing any line but how did you two meet considering this is Xavier we're talking about" she says giggling like I’m in with the joke "Uhm I don't understand ...what do you mean by Xavier" I ask completely confused "Oh no I'm not disrespecting you in any way, I'm just saying the man is literally the most heartless person I know I mean that's why his mafia is literally feared. Not to mention women don't last around him. Poor things either die or become junkies saw one at the corner of a restaurant charging 10 Euros for the hour" She shakes her head in disapproval

I fell on the floor with a thud when I realized that my parents were really gone and I let out a loud cry. **** PRESENT "Here, it's the next target," Xander said, sliding a file across the desk toward me. I picked it up and the name CASSIUS DIMARCO leapt off the page, stark and foreboding. "Cassius, Mafia Lord?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. There’s no one in New York who doesn’t know the name Cassius, even if some don’t even know what he looks like—including me. Xander nodded, his expression serious. "Why? When did I migrate to mafias?"

He pursued his lips when his father gave him a glare. "McCarthy." Marian gave a tight smile. "Ah Schürmann." Garreth forced a smile as they shook hands. "This is my son, Kay my future heir of course or our future heir if this partnership works out well." Marian added. "Of course." Marian gave a curt nod. "This is Alfredo, Don of Mexican Mafia." Garreth added. Marian sank in fear, Mexican Mafia was very dangerous and well known. He had not met the Don as of now, he looked very young.

But for now, the lines had been drawn. And he would make sure that no one—absolutely no one—ever dared to cross them again. *** Dante’s study smelled of tobacco, leather, and polished wood. The afternoon light filtered through the heavy velvet curtains in golden shafts, glinting off the black marble floor and the bookshelves crammed with ledgers and documents—papers only a mafia boss would bother to review personally. He was hunched over his desk, going over numbers and balances, when three soft knocks broke the stillness. Without lifting his eyes from the papers, he murmured: