Dad Are You In The Mafia Novels & Stories

he says but I still don't get it, my eyes says it all. "Mia, princess, you are our princess, the Gionni family princess, we aren't people to mess with, father was a businessman legally and illegally. He built a kingdom, he was the king but you are the princess, his last order was to protect you, we would do that, all of us" Daddy says. "Dad was a mafia man?" I ask him, was he? "Yes he was" daddy says looking at me worriedly. "Cool!" I say, well that's something new for me.

“No no no…” Then suddenly another horrifying thought slammed into my head. The warehouse, the charity foundation, all the transfers, the documents he always hide from me whenever I go to his study. I looked toward Adrian slowly. “You said… my father is mafia too.” “Yes.” “And you said I worked for him.” Adrian’s jaw tightened immediately, my father expression changed instantly too. Fear crawled violently down my spine now. “What are the claim?”

A dull, familiar ache that only surfaced whenever I had to clean up one of his messes. What was he up to this time? I tossed the envelope on the floor and turned to my cigar again. “Whose daughter is he ruining this time?” “You'll want to see this,” Marco said carefully, extending another envelope to me. I hesitated. Took it and opened it. Some photos. The first one barely held my attention. Androa in a grey tuxedo. The second was a crowded room. Low lights. Bodies pressed too close together. Just another one of his tasteless celebrations.

“He hasn’t done anything. In fact, I haven’t even seen him these past few days. He’s rarely around. Unlike his son.” “Son?” came my father’s confused reply. I let out a small, nervous laugh. “Apparently, the mafia king has a little boy. He calls me ‘Mama.’ It’s… strange.” The line went silent for a moment as I brushed my hair and sat at the vanity. My reflection looked composed—a stark lie my frantic pulse betrayed. “I-I’m sorry, Rachel,” Dad said suddenly, his voice cracking. “This is all my fault.”

I swallowed hard, but he wasn’t done. "You think I’m just some big muscle Mafia idiot." He tilted his head, his dark eyes glinting with amusement. "Let me remind you, Ari. My father was the consigliere. I have more info on the Mafia than the Don himself. And my family have always kept it quiet. You think we would have kept it quiet if we didn’t have any brains? You think we would be the leading Mafia family in the country, in this continent, if we didn’t have any brains?"

“Th-that is the tr-truth. I sw-swear!” “Do you know what I like? I like to kill my enemies slowly and painfully. If I find out that you have in fact provided these drugs, or given Catherine any form of drug, you have chosen to be my enemy. Do you understand?” Dr. Davies nods his head so quickly I almost expect it to fall off. I turn to Catherine and she is sitting by her desk with the cutest pout of irritation. I lean down to press a kiss to her cheek. “Behave now or you know what awaits you.” She blushes but nods her head in confirmation. Then I leave to take care of my day. You should not mess with the mafia king! He is a dangerous man and luckily for Dr. Davies, he knows that.

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

“I happen to have a fair bit of sway in our city, you know. With enough money and influence, making positive changes could be as easy as snapping my fingers.” Curious, I turned to face him fully. The setting sun caught his eyes, turning them into a color that was not all that much unlike the color of the sky on a sunny day. “If that’s true, then why haven’t you done something already? What’s stopping you?” His gaze shifted away from mine, settling on a fallen leaf that had been caught in a low-hanging branch. “Because it’s… complicated, I guess,” he sighed, his voice tinged with a rare hint of vulnerability. “The mafia—my dad—controls more than anyone cares to admit. Especially this new ‘W’

I need to leave. I clenched my hands tightly, turning my knuckles white. What have I done? Just about everything hit me hard. I am the only heir of the Mafia lord who is my father. My potential spouse, Nicolas, is a Mafia boss. Cia, whom I consider being my closest friend, is a Mafia princess. Daisy, who I viewed as a mother figure, belongs to the Mafia. I am surrounded by them!