Novelas y relatos de El Mafioso

“The only thing humorous about you both is your miserable lives and utter lack of intelligence.” The class erupted into stifled snickers, and Engineer Akinyemi let the moment linger, clearly pleased with himself for reasons best known to him. Finally, he added, “The mafia can also be called the mob, the syndicate, the outfit… or even la nosa costra.” He paused abruptly, his expression darkening at the sound of a barely audible giggle. “Mirabel! Or should I say Miracle?” he snapped, zeroing in on her. “Care to share what’s so funny?”

Lea startled with furrowed eyes and if I'm not wrong I think she's hiding something from me. "Before leaving from France my father told me if ever I need some help, call Mr. Damon," I utter. "But what do you need?" Lea asked me, "we can give you anything just tell us," her face overwhelmed with worried expression. "No, that's not the matter, actually before coming to Sicily I found a strange information about my dad, it was documents in which was written that my father is a mafia and his actual name is Mr. Trinidad that's why I think maybe I should talk with Mr. Damon he might help me,"

, Alexander said with a smirk on his lips, he found her reaction amusing she thought she was rich, he was going to show her what being rich truly meant, this mansion was a generation mansion, being the only child of his parents the mansion was passed down to him and he made a lot of changes to it to suit his taste, this was his only property that he didn’t acquire by himself, the rest of his property he worked hard and earned it himself. Carlos had told him of what Ariana asked him in the hotel and he wasn’t surprised that she asked that it was bound to happen someday, he knew he had lot of things he was keeping away from her and it was only a matter of time before the questions would begin

Why? "I decided to leave the Alfonso Famiglia and come back to where I rightfully belonged before I betrayed you and then I got shot." Liam explained to me "Luca and I were rightfully under the Gionovese Famiglia until we betrayed Uncle for father. Would you take me and some of my men back?" "You know that my mafia works for Xavier, right?" I asked knowing that my cousin wasn't on good terms with my boss "I know." Liam said "I accept that. I just want to do the right thing now."

Alejandro Hernandez stood at the window of his high-rise office, gazing out at the city below. His mind, however, was elsewhere, lost in the tangled web of his family's past. Growing up as the son of Don Alessandro Hernandez, the notorious Mafia Lord, had been a double-edged sword. On one hand, Alejandro had been afforded every luxury and opportunity imaginable, treated as a king from a very young age. On the other, he had been conditioned to prioritize the family's business above all else, including his own happiness.

Vivienne’s POV “Shit.” Lisa’s face paled. “He didn’t tell you? Elias comes from one of the biggest mafia families in Italy. The Baliy. You’ve never heard of them?” My blood ran cold. “Weapons and drugs. That family?” Lisa nodded grimly. “Yep. The biggest. If you thought Kael was bad in New York, imagine him multiplied by a hundred.” She sank onto the bed with a sigh. “How do you know Elias?”

I shrugged causing Ace, his father and my own to smile and shook their head at my comment. "Is there a reason why Ace and Alexia should go there alone?", My mother asked while walking to us. "I assume you know Melissa." Dad asked Vincenzo as he pointed to my mother. "Yeah." Vincenzo smiled at her which she returned. "Because they want li fantasma and The Mafia leader Italian mafia who is also the best assassin to come to their party." Vincenzo stated. "Oh please—", Daniella voiced interrupted us once again. "Li fantasma is a myth!" She yelled with her fake and really bad Italian accent.

They pierced straight through me. The second man looked nearly identical, but warmer, or at least amused. One brow arched, and a faint smile pulled at his lips. And then I realized, my eyes widened, that I knew these faces. Everyone did. I had stumbled into The Volkov twins, two of the deadliest mafia dons in America. Just my fucking luck. I shook harder, fear threatening to overwhelm my heart and make it explode in my chest. I had heard stories, oh the stories. First of all, no one ever escaped them. They promised death and they delivered.

LUNA A long time ago, my father had a best friend. Elio. The Don who ruled Ashmoor's underworld. According to every drunk mafia uncle I had ever eavesdropped on, the two of them were inseparable. They built an empire together, spilt blood together, and probably buried enough bodies together to start their own cemetery. If one sneezed, the other probably blessed him. Then Alessandro entered the picture. Or rather, he was always there.

"Now you can imagine what I am capable of doing to you, right? You see, my little Love, I could crush your neck right now, and no one would ever know. I could strip you down and fuck you right here on this bed, and absolutely no one would come to save you." His smirk vanished, replaced by an expression of pure, chilling stone. "So, this is my final warning. Do not test my patience. I am already having a very hard time keeping my cool around you, and you are being fucking impossible. The next time you decide to open your smart mouth, think very carefully about the consequences. Alright?" "Y-yes," I choked out, the tears flowing freely now. "Are... are you in the mafia?" the words tumbled out