Novelas y relatos de El Mafioso

He squirts and I let go of his hand and turn to face Mia who stood frozen to the ground. "Who is the Mafioso now?" I question her and my words seem to hold humor as the fucker in the seat starts to chuckle. "You thought this guy was part of the costa nostra?" He continued to chuckle. "He will never be costa nostra. Me I am costa nostra." He smirks. "You..." Mia stared at him that crazy shit anger returning. Oh fuck.

Niko said as he strolled into the tiny apartment I'd rented for the week. I didn't even look up. Just buried my face in my hands. "You're the last person I want to see." He ignored that. Of course he did. "I'm your favorite person," he said with that crooked smile that never quite fit his face. He was a hard man built from glass shards and iron will. He'd been Capo of the Italian mafia, and now here he was, standing in my kitchen like a bad memory, holding a suit like we were about to play dress-up.

I needed to communicate to Tyler where and when I will be free today, I missed the previous night, he must be mad at me. Still stretching out on the bed, I still could not reach out to my phone. I turned my head to the side and saw a huge painting by the wall. It was a man who I recognized, Mariano the most notorious ruthless mafia leader. Some say he is a tyrant, others say he is a psychopath and a maniac.

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.

He trained me to overcome all my fears, making me who I am today. The Leonardo Luciano. The backbone of the Italian Mafia. The hidden gem. Who is void of any human emotions. Who has done a lot of crimes who handled all kinds of shady things but never left a trace behind. This is me. A calm, calculative, emotionless killer. Probably even a serial killer.

He faced me by turning his chair around. The cruel enemy's name is Emir Alffiaco. He was a horrible man. When I say terrible, I mean awful. I'm talking about the kind of evil that involves prostitution rings and the exploitation of young women. To make my life a living misery, he is exploiting even the mafia. I will not stop seeking justice to ensure that he rots away in the deepest part of hell.

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

"Lives with her dad. They're hard-core broke so she works lots of part-time jobs. Her mom is terminally ill. Has been like that for a few years now. We trailed her a bit more and found out the money she stole was deposited for her mom's hospital bills. Should we move in on her?" I didn’t answer. Instead, I turned to my laptop and typed in the name Movark. A file popped up on the screen. My eyes scanned the document, and suddenly, I froze. A slow, wolfish grin spread across my face as I read, followed by a low chuckle. Jet frowned, glancing at Marcus, who looked equally confused. “Boss?” Jet ventured cautiously. I leaned back in my chair, chuckling softly. The sound grew louder, echoing throu

I caressed his cheek. "I know you must have questions concerning who I really am and what I actually do for a living. You've seen how murderous I can be at times and I know it doesn't actually sit well with you..." it felt like he was searching for the right words to convey his message. "Emilio is something the matter?" I asked. "Sarah..." Emilio took in a sharp breath, "I am a Don. A crime boss. A Mafia Don. I am the capo dei capi of one of the most largest and ruthless mafia in Europe, the Italian mafia"

I know we all want to know what happened next on Lidia and Bruno’s part but why don’t you grab a box of popcorn and let journey together into the mafia world part. Thank you for reading, you all mean a lot to me. And let me quickly remind us of their names again: Bruno the ice king Lorenzo the tall man Matador the blacksmith Alarico the balancer accountant Gennado the old wolf Salvatore the ghost money laundering Gravino the cleaner