Chance X Mafioso Novels & Stories

No one else would dare. I had escaped my father but I just basically went from frying pan to fire. Hakan was Scorpion, there was no doubt about it. I was in the arms of the deadliest and most feared mafia boss in the whole country and maybe further than that.

"You dumbass. He's part of the mafia, for Christ's sake. Are you stupid? DeLuca is the largest Family in Rhode Island. Shit. How come you didn't know that? Doesn't your brother and parents work for him? And what the hell are you doing talking to him?" "Part of the mafia?" I repeated, feeling sick. "Part? No! What part of boss don't you understand? DeLuca isn't part of the mafia, he is the mafia. Shit, Jude, for being one of the smartest kids in our school, you sure are stupid." "Well…fuck…" I was starting to sound like Rhys.

And the fact that my excitement last night completely shattered when my fate was crossed with a mafia boss. "We need to talk." I returned her sigh. We walked towards where mister mafia and I sat. I made sure we sat outside of the coffee shop so if this guy does funny business, a lot of people will witness it. Who knows, a concerned citizen might save me or better yet, a cop. "Angelo." I frowned. So she knew this guy. This criminal. Wow, how ironic. Angelo, huh. He must be a stray angel. Dear, god. I think you forgot to categorize this one.

"And would you please, show a bit of interest here?" Ghost took down his feet with a sigh. "I can't. I just can't seem to develop any shitty interest in this conversation. I'm flatly sitting it out," "Why not?" Don Carianno puckered his brow. A ring of smoke covered his face from the cigarette between his fingers. "Because it's fucking stupid and pissing me off. So what if the Chinese Mafia lost a man in the underground fights? So what if the Triads are mad and reeling with anger? We didn't kill him. It was just a fucking accident,"

The mafia side built empires on the things those systems couldn't see. By 7:45 I was in the Maybach again, heading to the Bronx warehouse. Marco drove silent. I scrolled messages ,rival moves in Queens, a shipment delay in Jersey, a name I hadn't heard in years Enzo Bianchi surfacing in whispers.I closed the tablet. Some ghosts you didn't chase. You waited for them to come to you.Warehouse district smelled of rust and salt water. Luca waited outside the loading dock, cigarette between his fingers."Boss," he said, falling in step. "Everything's accounted for. No leaks.""Good."Inside crates stacked high, men in black jackets unloading discreetly. I walked the rows, checking seals. One crate h

I needed to communicate to Tyler where and when I will be free today, I missed the previous night, he must be mad at me. Still stretching out on the bed, I still could not reach out to my phone. I turned my head to the side and saw a huge painting by the wall. It was a man who I recognized, Mariano the most notorious ruthless mafia leader. Some say he is a tyrant, others say he is a psychopath and a maniac.

She was usually briefed on all the information she needed for her mission. But now, she wished she'd taken a closer look. The other men in the photo were unfamiliar, but her digging revealed their identities: corrupt politicians and business partners, all tied to Mr. Xang and the De Rico Mafia Empire, run by Stefano De Rico. The truth tasted like dandelion greens and burned like coal.

Where was he? Leonardo was a top-ranking member of the West Mafia, one of the most powerful gangs in the country. He was known for his cunning and ambition, and he had been waiting for his chance to claim power for years. When he learned of Marko's involvement with the Italian Mafia, he saw an opportunity. If he could eliminate Marko, he would be able to seize control of both organizations and dominate the criminal underworld. But he knew that Marko was not an easy target, and he needed leverage to draw him out. When he learned about his newly formed relationship with Maria, he knew he had his chance.

'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.