Familia Fileman Novels & Stories

“Stupid woman. She’s actually serious. She’s loaded. I don’t care what it takes. I’ll cling to her and not let go. Otherwise, how am I supposed to get the Hartley family fortune?” Rayan’s inner thoughts shocked me back to reality. They made me lose any sense of moral superiority. My eyes had been about to tear up, but they immediately turned cold and bitter instead. When Robert saw my resolve, he wedged his entire body in the doorframe. He finally realized that this was not just a fit that would blow over in a few days.

She was officially in charge of the kids of some of the most dangerous families in the country. “Tell me about it.” Anya started as they stepped onto the deck. “Those fucking Andretti kids think the world owes them shit. Cannot stand Luca’s offspring.” Anya complained, causing Amaranthe to double over with laughter. “They’re Famiglia, and to make it even worse, Andretti Famiglia. These Italian kids have no shame, spending daddy’s money like it’s a never-ending flow.” she finished, taking a swig of her mimosa.

Kent stopped and looked back. “Try anything stupid and everything you thought you had will disappear like a speck of dust,” the man gestured, snapping his fingers. Kent quickly rushed outside and came back in a matter of seconds with the manuscript in his hand sweating and breathing heavily. “You see? Did I have to threaten you,” the man patted Kent’s shoulder. “Don’t hurt my family. I’m just an editor,” Kent begged. “I don’t have control over the stories brought to me.” The man collected the manuscript and read the title out loud - "THE FAMILY THAT KILLS TOGETHER STAYS TOGETHER by Ludo Sakala."

Wyatt's POV When I opened my eyes, I was so parched that I could barely make a sound. "…Am I dead?" All of a sudden, a soft, feminine chuckle came from beside me. I strained to turn my head and saw a face I never expected to see. It was Crystal Fischer, Chelsea's aunt who had been raised abroad, the one Chelsea saw as a thorn in her side. She was the one person in the Fischer family who was most likely to threaten Chelsea's position.

But before he could, Riley stepped in to stop him. "Calm down!" Riley snapped, holding Kevin back with difficulty. Turning to me, Riley forced a smile. "Look, for the sake of your old man, can you just let this go? I'll have Kevin apologize." I almost laughed. What was he talking about? Had he ever thought of me as his son when they were enjoying themselves, splurging like money didn't matter? Did he remember I was his son when he let his son steal my fiancée away? Now that their assets were seized, he was trying to play the "family" card. Wasn't that a bit too late?

Lightning illuminated the cockpit. Lorenzo continued studying the Ferryman’s journal. Page after page revealed forgotten names. Forgotten wars. Forgotten Keepers. Then… One folded document slipped from between the pages. He opened it carefully. His breathing stopped. “Boss…” Alessio looked up. “What?” “It’s a family tree.” “So?” Lorenzo stared at the final page. “There are only six branches.” Silence. “The Seventh Family…” He looked completely stunned. “…isn’t missing.”

There are other mafias too but these are good mafias. French Mafia is from Amelia's side family and my and Amelia's marriage was an arrangement but eventually we fell in love and had seven kids. Time to say bye to Italy for some time.

"We have already opened an investigation into this facility. It will be thoroughly examined, and there will be a full accounting for your family and for the deceased." The morgue held nothing but the sound of Mom's and Dad's weeping and Talia's muffled, choked sobs. The cold air was thick with a grief and regret that would never find its end.

"If I want, you don't get a dime. But tell me—those two kids... whose are they?" I pulled up the file and opened it. "When you were trying for a baby, didn't you run tests? Or were you so into him you just trusted him? Because this report says... Danny's got azoospermia."

My expression twisted into a frown, and I asked, "What kind of files?" My eyes narrowed as I waited for his response. Niko played with the cigar between his fingers, his jaw twitching as he spoke, "Files on every single family loyal to the La Famiglia and me. The ones he could use whenever someone stepped out of line," he continued, his words hanging in the air like a threat. "The kind of files that can ruin lives." I nodded, finally understanding what he meant. Luciano Costello was a son of a bitch, "Is there one on me?"