El Mafioso Novels & Stories

“Something about not harming the innocent-“ Tommy barks out a laugh. “Well they’re not innocent if they’re shooting coke into their veins now are they?" he straightened "Here’s some information for you. We have tons of legit businesses across New York and outside the states that rake in millions and help clean the dirty stash” he gives me a pointed look and somehow I felt like I’ve disappointed him. “We are the mafia, Lola, no one here is innocent, not Niko, not me, not even you, because you’re married to a capo, the Capo dei Capi, he is number one”

My father then began his little speech “We are gathered today to celebrate an engagement, nobody knew about it, but the Lion and Sorelli union is already something agreed upon and settled between me and our brother! Such happiness” I nudged Mirella “ Look there, Mirella, that's the animal I told you about” And my father continued talking “ Let's unite my daughter Mirella Leon and Enzo Sorelli... stand up children!” “That's him there Mirella...” she paid no attention to me and stood up as my father ordered, and my eyes got a little misty when I realized that the animal stood up with her. It could only be a mistake; my eyes were deceiving me. it was not possible that such a disgrace could have

He had short, brown hair and intense blue eyes that scanned the whole area, looking at everything and everyone. Leo, watching from another window, squinted his eyes, trying to get a better look. "Who the hell is that?" he muttered to himself. It was a familiar face, he was certain he had crossed paths with him before. Then, he finally recognized the man. It was Drew Emiliano. Leo knew all about him. Drew was a new but very dangerous mafia boss. He was known for being completely out of control and was a major player in human trafficking, especially with women.

Discretion. It is what differentiates a monster from a villain. And this man right here is a monster. Not only could he not stomach that a Ponteza mafioso like me, half Italian and half Spanish, was taking over the mafia world. Spain, Italy, Las Vegas and the rest of the network. He also crossed the lines I drew. Children. My disgust when I realised that the overly religious bastard trying to bring me down, built a church and dutifully attended mass but trafficked the young and helpless when he didn't need to.

she whispered and Jordan replied with an agreeing hum. “But in his case, Leonardo did that because he didn't want to be a part of the mafia world. Leonardo's father, Emiliano Fernandez, is the Don of the Italian Mafia — a clan which, as at then, was the biggest Mafia empire ever known in all of Italy and countable parts of the world.

King and continued looking at him in his eyes " My girlfriend too whom I love the most." Mr. King raised his eyebrows looking at Ashton. Ashton laughed and said putting his hand on Mr. King shoulder " Dad now don't say that line of yours……… What it was?? " he was thinking and then looked at Ethan and asked " What it was?? " Ethan looked down and said while scratching the back of his neck " Mafia don't have girlfriends. They don't made for dating ". Mr. King walked towards Ethan and put his hand on Ethan shoulder and said " Ashton he also have a girlfriend. Right?? "

* * * * * * * * * * PD Luciana wandered through the villa's garden, the scent of blooming flowers and freshly cut grass filling her lungs. But her mind wasn't on the serene surroundings. Alessandro's words echoed in her thoughts; "Antonio's family is Mafia... they're ruthless. They'll stop at nothing to get what they want." She shivered, despite the warmth of the sun on her skin. The Mafia's reputation was notorious - brutal killings, extortion, and corruption. They operated in the shadows, and their influence reached the highest echelons of power.

I answered. “Why? You have him with you, and you’re willing to let him go.” Who said anything about letting him go? “He placed his hands on her, and you’re telling me he’s not ten feet underground because that motherfucker needs something special for what he’s done by now?” He asked. I ground my teeth and dropped the cup of coffee on the table. “He’s not who you think he is,” Luciano frowned. “What do you mean?” “He’s not just an ordinary man I could pick up, torture, and then kill. He’s related to the mafia, and you know the rules.” With the look on his face, I can tell he still wasn’t getting me.

Natalie’s POV “Are you 100% sure Lucien?” He frowned slightly before finally answering me… “Ok fine…I heard you…” “Good…where are you headed after now?” “Uh I’ll just head out for a while. I have some things to take care of then I’ll be back home in a short while…” “What’s it about?” “It’s just business matters…” “Business? Lucien?” “Mafia business…between me and Don Nichole… you have nothing to worry about trust me…”

More importantly, what had motivated him to abandon his calling? Genevieve wondered if Raffalle was the boss, or if there was another boss. Raffalle had seemed pretty powerful to her when she’d met him the night of their vacation as if he were the one who gave all the orders for how the mob universe should run. But something about the power that emanated off Raffalle told her different. But then, what about Clint’s other bosses .She remember one she saw the night Clint introduced her as his wife to be , but his name wasn't coming to her head .He was old, certainly, but he could still be the boss. She remembered how he clung to the back of the room like a fading cologne, observing everything