Chance X Mafioso Novels & Stories

He squirts and I let go of his hand and turn to face Mia who stood frozen to the ground. "Who is the Mafioso now?" I question her and my words seem to hold humor as the fucker in the seat starts to chuckle. "You thought this guy was part of the costa nostra?" He continued to chuckle. "He will never be costa nostra. Me I am costa nostra." He smirks. "You..." Mia stared at him that crazy shit anger returning. Oh fuck.

Mafia Luca is the second most dangerous mafia in the city. He's well-known for various crimes such as murder, manslaughter, and sexual assault. Unlike William, he's more terrifying and shows no mercy. He has a strong aversion to forgiving people. Luca is a covetous individual who has a profound fondness for women. He frequently dons a black suit and is perpetually accompanied by a minimum of eight strong bodyguards. He is a womanizer and frequently engages in relationships with college girls. His extravagant spending on women knows no bounds; he is willing to purchase anything for them.

“Alessia.” Ivan shrugged. “We already know your name. I’ve heard so much about you, against my will.” Dante’s voice cut in, low and firm. “Ivan.” Ivan raised both hands in mock surrender. “I don’t want to offend the mafia don. He might chop off my fingers or do some other mafia thing to me.” I laughed, harder than I meant to. The sound surprised me. It felt foreign after days of nausea and quiet anxiety. Maxim waved a hand. “Don’t mind him. He never stops teasing Dante for choosing his grandfather’s path and becoming a mafia boss instead of… I don’t know, being a doctor or something civilized.”

If I had to leave at any moment, I needed to be sober and in full control of my mental faculties. Deep down, I was worried; I feared I had made a mistake and was drawing even more unnecessary attention to Lais. In my position as the head and Don of the mafia, mistakes were fatal and unforgivable. However, I had been trained and raised to know how to turn the worst situations to my advantage.

★★★★ (SOMEWHERE IN INTALY, 11:15PM) "Dear mafias of the city of light" The female voice echo through the microphone, and everyone who know that sound stood up. "To all the mafias who is scared of Alessandro matteo, to all the mafias who wish to eliminate him, I will be so glad to tell you that he has a weakness. A weakness that can get him in his knee and surrender." "I can't wait to see him on his knee 15 million euros to those mafias who are willing to get the great Alessandro matteo down."

Meanwhile Chase had plans of his own. The next morning at breakfast, (if you could call cold oats and rubbery eggs breakfast) he sat down at the table of Marco Carlucci a renowned Mafia mob boss. “I don’t remember inviting you, stronzo.” the older man said as he dabbed the remnants of his breakfast off the side of his mouth. “Don Carlucci, I would like a favor. I have money.” Chase lowered his voice. “Get lost! Didn’t you hear the Boss?” a brawny baldheaded man rolled up his sleeves to reveal heavily tattooed arms, ready to throw Chase down on his ass.

I said, shrugging. The man nodded and disappeared. Ace chuckled under his breath. “Now,” he said, raising his voice, “you will all be friends with each other.” A few nervous laughs echoed. Ace leaned down toward me. “Why did you kill a guy earlier?” “He pissed me off,” I replied flatly. He laughed openly. An unfamiliar voice cut through the crowd. “Why are you two merging your mafias?” Ace pulled me in by the waist. “Because,” he said smoothly, “we love each other.”

As Halloway always said “In order to be a good agent, you’ve got to be able to think like a crook and anyone that knew the Mafia families well enough also knew that they had to commit a crime to cover up an organized crime which most times would lead to a slip up. Although it was going to be really hard, Charlie knew that she just had to be a little patient because when that slip happened, she would be waiting to get it and hopefully unravel the deep dirty secrets of the mafia. Then New York would be a safer place and these dark times would be over. She looked up from the pile of paperwork on her desk which she was trying to get through ,yawning because she was beginning to feel a little sle

DANTE. The dim light coming from the overhead chandelier flickered a little as I leaned over the huge oak table in the strategy room. My finger drew a thin line on the map, my voice measured but commanding. Around me, my most trusted officials stood in silence, hanging onto my every word. "This alley here," I said, pointing with a gloved hand, "is where they'll expect us to strike. Marcus, I need your team to—" The doors creaked open. A man hurried in, his face pale, his lips pressed into a line. He moved to my side and leaned in to whisper.

thank you brother Khloe pov I got to Dante ‘s house and screamed his mf name ,the neighbors are use to my noise … Dante don’t you dare run , just wait and lemme hit you I promise you it won’t hurt .., I said to him running after him .. we ran around the house till we collapse on the ground while breathing heavily …