Dangerous Relationship With Mafia Novels & Stories

None of them looked younger than twenty-four, meaning I had to be the youngest. The mansion belonged to one of the most feared men in the city, Domenico Fanucci. Although he tried covering his tracks behind a family vineyard and brewery, everyone knew him as one of the most ruthless and notorious mafia bosses. His sons had quite the reputation in the city as well, and it was not a good one. There was the youngest brother, Dante, known for his playboy ways, the middle child, Gian, known for his lack of manners, and at last, the oldest, the heir—Alessio, known for his hideous temper, cold aura, and handsome looks.

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.

So, he continues "I was the leader of American mafia. My real name is 'STEVEN KNIGHT' not Steven Moritz. Aidan's father 'Eric uncle' and your grandpa were alliances. During our childhood, we lived all together. Both the families were the envious of them all. Dad handled American mafia whereas Eric uncle had Canada and Mexico under his control. It was the most powerful mafia clan. Everyone feared them. But we were a happy loving family until the day, when we lost dad and uncle. You know sweetheart, power comes with its own thorns. Once you got the hunger of power, you can't back away. There's only destruction after that. In mafia nothing matters just the power. The more powerful you are the l

He chuckled and said, "An identity reveal will lead to countless assassination attempts. It comes with being a mafia boss." I snorted. "You seem pretty proud of that. Your head's worth a lot now, and everyone wants it. This is just the beginning—are you sure it's worth taking such a huge risk just to catch me?" Dominic drawled, "Desire creates weakness. That's something I learned from a young age. As for whether it's worth it… Well, I'll collect every bit of it from you." My hand shook, and a certain part of my body throbbed dully. I took a step back and grimaced. "It's for display only. You're not allowed to feed it anything."

“You have no idea who the fuck you are talking to right now. I ought to whip you until you bleed for this disobedient and disrespectful outburst.” Her eyes widened and her mouth went dry as it hung open. Not at his threats but rather the vclaim that he made—his words echoing in her mind. The mafia king? As in the leader of the vicious MMM group from Karachi? Never in a million years had Anissa thought that she would be facing the leader of the most powerful mafia in the country. The identity of the leader of the mafia was kept hidden from the public but his malicious and merciless killings and acts were infamous throughout the country. Anissa wasn’t that much of a news person or a socialite

I waited for him, looking him straight in the eyes. "This is too dangerous for you Emilie. Fuck! I'm putting your life at risk here. That...Leo is the Italian mob. Damn it, Em! You are never going near him again. Do you understand me? He knows what you are to me. He knows my weakness now. Fuck!" He stroked his hand to his hair, frustrated. I just looked at him speechless. "Italian mob? What the hell? He's a fucking businessman, he has a legitimate business and..." I was still babbling when he cut me off.

"Not enough ways. I can't… I can't have another weakness. It's too… dangerous." My sleepy eyes snapped open, confusion flooding my mind. What was Lucius talking about? How could having children be a weakness? How was it dangerous? My head swirled with all the strange things from Lucius's past: the mafia ex-lover, his mysterious disappearances, and that bizarre woman, Maria. Being involved with someone connected to the mafia was dangerous enough, but he was supposed to have ended that chapter and moved on. This was his "rehabilitation path", as he called it. What danger could there still be?

Jason is my partner in crime and also my childhood friend, but sometimes he can be a pain in the ass and acts like a bad friend whenever we get into some serious problem. Being in the mafia has its ups and downs but mostly downs. Being rich and well-respected is one of the advantages, the downs are mostly turning psychotic from all the dead souls that return to hunt you down, possibly getting killed by your enemy, and having friends means that their gonna act two-faced one day or another. If we make it out alive, I'm pretty sure he's gonna go back to my dad and bad-talk me on how such a great job I did today, completely excluding him in it.

"Do you want to end him, Senor?" "No," Vector said, wincing a little. "An enemy of an enemy is a friend. I can't believe they fought over that money still." "Obviously. Completely dirty money for dirty motherfuckers." It was Diego, and his statement confused me. How could he judge when he was part of the mafia? Killing people? Vector only gave a shrug. "Dump him far away from the Villa and kill on sight." Alvin turned to me, his eyes hardened by something I could not quite understand. Even as they pulled him away, he didn't beg or yell. His eyes were fixed on me, and that gaze sent chills running down my spine.