Dad Are You In The Mafia Novels & Stories

I shook my head, "No..." "What is it now? Did you find out that I'm in the Mafia too?" "Uhn?" I turned to Bella, confused. "That is what you kept blabbing on about yesterday when you got drunk, and I wasn't sure if I was to believe that or blame it on excessive alcohol." "He is indeed in the Mafia." "Who? Your dad?" "Him too, but that guy, my dad's best friend, he's the leader." "What? Are you being for real?"

“Lester, please stop pestering him. Can you do it for me?” Dora pushed Darryl behind her. She was well aware that Lester’s family was involved with the mafia. She heard that Lester’s father had dozens of fighters. Darryl would suffer terrible consequences if he offended Lester. Although Darryl was a businessman and Jade, the manager from Windon Group called him daddy at the villa previously, he could not afford to offend the mafia. Lester sighed and squinted, “I’m going to let you off since Dora asked me to. Be careful the next time I see you.”

I barely entered the hall room and got to see his pissed off face. " Bella, Where were you for two days and nights? Have you got no shame? Were you perhaps playing with men ,naked in the clubhouse?" Yeah that's how mafia dads talk with their daughters who have been a whore for their whole life. In the world's eyes my dad is respected chairman Austin Diór , a billionaire who loves his daughter blindly.

My dad yells at me on the other side of the phone. Ok, here's a secret about my family that the world doesn't know. My dad is in the Mafia, he's the king of the America mafia and I'm his successor. The RUSSELL EMPIRE is just a cover to keep people from finding out about our involvement in the Mafia world. That's why I don't like getting attached to anyone, if I do they'll get hurt or worse get killed. I clenched my jaw and grind my teeth. "Make sure you and your boys recover those stolen goods" then he hangs up.

"You really want to know, don't you?" "Everything! I need to know everything, Dad!" "I was once a Mafia" "What?!!!" "A very dangerous one at that" he said again. "Dad, what are you talking about? How can you be a Mafia? You're a great businessman and everyone in the country knows about that so, how in the world were you a Mafia?" "Sia, will you allow him to talk or we forget that this issue was once up?" Aiden hissed. "You knew about this? Y'all knew that Dad was once a Mafia?" Their silence just answered my question. They're all aware except me. Does this mean, mom is also aware of this too?

The one I never told Jonathan about—because I didn’t trust him not to go full savior-mode and escalate it into something dangerous. And I was right not to. Turns out my dad didn’t just borrow from some leg-breaker with a gold chain and a temper. No. My father went to the mafia. While I was overseas, there’d been a shift in their ranks. Mr. Bianci, the old man who treated me with leniency—probably because I reminded him of his granddaughter—“retired.” Enter Rossi.

“That’s not just any guy. That’s Diego’s son.” “Oh,” Logan scoffed. “So you’ve been spying on me too? Let me guess, Massimo?” He flicked a glance over Leonard’s shoulder. “How long has he been tailing me, huh?” Leonard didn’t answer. “You know exactly why that’s a problem,” Leonard said, voice rising slightly. “I don’t,” Logan shot back. “Because I’m not in this mafia war. That’s your game, not mine. I’m not your puppet, Leonard.”

“The pleasure is all mine, Si— Adrian.” Dad’s worried eyes moved back and forth between the two of us. Maybe he was finally realizing that he was throwing me into the lion's den. He tried to intimidate my future husband with a dark look, but it wasn’t that simple. Ranks were one of the most respected things in the Mafia. And Dad didn’t measure up when it came to most of the men in our circles, especially Adrian. Adrian straightened, ignoring Dad, and motioned toward his companion. “That’s my right hand man, Damien.”

The father who taught me how to slice a lemon perfectly, who held me when nightmares attacked - how could that man be what she’d just named? Vivian’s look was almost gentle, the sort of pity people give when they’re watching someone step off a cliff. “Most daughters of crime bosses grow up understanding the family business,” she said. “But Francesco kept you completely in the dark.” “It’s not true,” I whispered, the words thin and useless. I wanted to convince myself more than anyone else. “He is not in the mafia.” Saying it aloud felt like a wish. She laughed and it scraped at whatever calm I’d tried to hold, it annoyed me. “I am in the mafia,” she said flatly, and the admission made the ro

“Everything’s ready inside. Security has been checked twice.” I nodded. “Good. You can leave after you bring in the files from the North office branch tomorrow morning.” “Yes, Boss.” He left, and I walked in alone. The place looked new, I dropped my coat on the couch and moved toward the window. The view was nice, at least Luca knew I loved seeing the night lights and traffics. He has been with me since my Dad sent me out of the country the if his death before he passed out. I had worked hard like a dog, clawing my way up through blood and loyalty until the name Vicente Russo started to echo again in the underworld, not as the son of a dead man, but as the man himself.