El Mafioso Novels & Stories

“They’re brothers. Mafia in Sicily. The head honcho, Aamon De Luca, their dad, was killed.” My mind keeps drifting back to something I caught on TV a while back in Sierra’s office. She seemed to know the brothers and had a soft spot for one of them. I squint, trying to recall her exact words. She was pretty specific, like there was more beneath the surface. I thought about digging deeper then, but it didn’t seem relevant to either of my jobs. “The organization is falling apart. Nolan and Flint are on the brink of a full-blown war.” “And?” How well does Sierra really know these guys? Sometimes, the ties between people run deeper than they look.

” “I look at him, his staring too.” “Who the hell is that?” I asked.” His eyes go wide. Like, like you seriously don't know?” “i don't know people.” I add.” That's Machado Lorenzo. The Pablo Machado. Cosa Nostra.” Still not impressed. “He's the most feared Mafia Boss alive. Just looking at him makes my hands sweat,” Carl said, trembling. “Still don't care. “I hate him,” I mutter, Just as a lady in red passed by.

he continued. Israel Sibal is a well-known and notorious mafioso in the Middle East. He rivals those other mafiosos responsible for their own crests and upbringing in life, making him one of the most fearsome people in the world. He is best known for his quick thinking and detachment from the people around him. "The jefe is asking you." Carlo, who had been silent all this time, hit the men on their backs as though he were scaring them to speak. "F-Forgive us, boss! It was Ben's fault! He didn't make sure to keep a close eye on—"

Marco chuckled a deep chuckle and trailed the blunt edge of the knife along the man's face, making him quiver more. "Ever heard of the word mafia?" He asked the man with a malicious smile. The man paled at his words. Of course who doesn't know about Mafias; one of the most deadly group of people in the word, they seem to be even worst that the drug cartels. It never dawned on him that he was in the midst of mafias, he'd thought them to be some kind of hired assassins.

Massimo could tell she was trying very hard to block out this conversation—was it because she needed to focus or she didn't like what Massimo was saying? "Sir!" The man tried to lurk to attention, but Elena's hands kept the weakened man contained. "Sir," the man repeated. "I took this mission very seriously—so did all the others you picked." "Then prove it," Massimo replied. Elena glared at Massimo. That answered Massimo's question—she didn't like how he was speaking to his lackey apparently. "There's a group, sir," the man finally said. "Up near the border with Canada, there's a mafia family called the Marinos making deals with other members and then completely breaking them. They were... s

It would be harder to escape from there. Lorenzo pulled me down the hall to a door where two men were standing on either side. They both leered at me and chuckled. "I brought her." One of them snorted. "Interesting packaging." They knocked on the door. "Come in." They opened the door, revealing a man sitting in a leather armchair, his silhouette imposing. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I recognized him. Elio, the infamous mafia boss. His face had been in the papers for weeks. He looked just as cruel as he had in the mugshots. His eyes were cold and calculating. His face was full of wrinkles. I couldn't imagine that he'd ever been a handsome man. In my experience, most mafia men weren'

She dropped the sandwich. "You know him?" Romeo asked and I was also curious to know. "He is a very dangerous man. He runs his errands at night. I've used him to clean some dirty businesses. I swear we need him before the Lazza does. His name is Dmitri but mostly known as Midnight Mafioso!" Elena lamented while gazing up at Romeo who was fuming. In a blink, Romeo planted a sound slap on her cheek making her stumble away from him, almost falling.

Celine confessed as she shakes her head. Emily and Bianca shot her a disgusted glare. She had to shut that running tap she calls a mouth. They crouched on the same couch with Emily sandwiched in between a stool before Emily, they leaned forward paying utmost attention to Emily. Emily grabs the ketchup “Alright, we are aware those men are mafia's, aren't we?” Celine commented, stroking an invisible beard. “Yeah, kind of but they mostly sell people so they should be murderers or assassination.” Emily nodded quickly, she had no time to argue about a fact.

The way he delivered that sentence, made it so frightening and still managed to maintain his smile made me shiver Now I see why they call him the devil. This is a man that can kill you, while smiling at you making you believe you are friends. “I do not understand what you are talking about.” I said , shaking my head because surely he was joking. What league of assassins was he talking about? My father was just a businessman and he never involved himself with that mafia. In fact I knew just how much he hated them… so does this man really expect me to believe his rubbish?

The first time I allowed myself to feel, it nearly destroyed me silly. I need some shit to distract me. I turn back to my laptop, pulling up an email I had to act on. Three images appear on the screen. The first shows Mr. La Rosa, Cara’s father, standing beside a Japanese man whose attire and demeanor scream Yakuza. A Japanese mafia. The second captures Mr. La Rosa again. But this time, handing a file to a man. The emblem on the man’s jacket gives him away as a member of the Gambino family. They were known rivals of the La Rosa empire but it seems they are working together now.