Familia Mafia Novels & Stories

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?”

This world has a deep secret that will blow everyone's mind. The Mafia World isn't a neutral system of society but only a front face of a much deeper and darker truth. Mafia World is a society that consists of 20 families since it was coined in the 1900s. 10 of them are powerful and well-known in most parts of the world since Sicily, Italy. But these families are not the source of that terror. There is a system older than the oldest Mafia Famiglias. They call it the "Mirage".

Told me from birth, that I would be the next ‘Romancer’: the man who handles the whores, grooms the girls, and keeps the elite clients satisfied. At twenty-five, I’ve already secured over thirty high-end women for our top clients, and the list keeps growing. I’m fucking great at my job. And I love it. We are The Familia. One of the most ruthless crime families in the U.S. and Italy, bound by blood and legacy. We rule through loyalty and fear. We pride ourselves on tradition. But the truth? We’re still just spoiled brats doing what Mommy and Daddy tell us to. They say tradition keeps our culture alive. The good, the bad, and especially the ugly.

He sighed again, "Have you heard of the mafia?" Even though I had guessed this fact already, my heart stilled. The man I liked was in the fucking mafia. I nodded slowly. "Half of this country is occupied by us. The Italian Mob. The Cosa Nostra. Call it what you want. The other half is the Russians'." He supplied quietly, then something seemed to get ignited in him, and his eyes flared. "The mafia is my family. My father was the head - the Don - earlier. Now I am."

"I think you both need to sit down for this." They both walked over to the small seating area near the window. Stefan and Mia sat on the couch while Mose took the chair across from them, moving carefully but with determination. "I think it's the Santiagos." The name hit the room like a physical blow. Mia's eyes went wide, and Stefan's jaw tightened. "What?" Mia whispered. Mose nodded grimly. "The Santiago family." "The biggest Mafia family in Italy?" Mia asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "The family that everyone fears?" Another nod.

"I shouldn't have taken Michael the way I did. I was scared of how you would react and panicked. I was wrong and I'm sorry. I've been looking for him, but his family has him hiding somewhere." Her face had an array of emotion race across it. Hurt, sad, worried, and happy he is alive. "Do you think he is ok with his family?" "I'm sure that little fucker is having them all run around in circles for him. With Jonathan and Joseph dead Michael is now the head of their family." "Would they even follow the old mafia rules now that most are dead?" "It's engrained into us from birth. Even if only five survived they would honor their family name and traditions." I spoke proudly of our ways. It was lik

She hardly talked about her dead family, but at least, he had heard her mention the name 'Peggy', as that of her late sister. If indeed her family were dead, she was supposed to be the suprised and curious, not running off like a thief. She was supposed to stay back and want to understand what was happening. At that point, he already knew that his wife and greatest love of his life had been deceiving him for a very long time now. But he didn't believe it was possible. He didn't want to believe it, and that was why he was giving her the chance to tell him none of his assumptions were actually true. That it was all a stupid thought in his head. That being a mafia had made him too calculative m

“I don’t need to hear them, my plans for you are different. Victoria, that man, Nikolay Ivanov, is a man to fear. He is merciless and cold-blooded, he and his people don’t fool around. He has grown stronger these last couple of years and he just recently took over San Francisco. No one saw it coming, he became the most powerful boss in the area in the blink of an eye...” “I don’t care, dad, you know I don’t like to hear about your businesses!” I say dismissing what he is saying. It is bad enough to be aware of what he does, I don’t need to know the details of his mafia activity. “Listen to me, Victoria! The Russian mafia, under Nikolay's leadership, has managed to kill every other competitor

I couldn't take the suffocation I felt. My father didn't stop me. He simply sighed as I made my way past him and into the family room. I wanted to laugh at the irony. I sat on the couch and stared at the piano. I wanted to play but I knew the moment I touched that piano I would break down. I had no room for emotion in my life right now. I was going to be the biggest Mafia Don this world had ever seen. Mafia Dons have no room for emotions or family. My father taught me that early on. “Good Evening Master, Neko is making Dinner. Would you like me to play you a song?” Ayla questioned as she spotted me staring at the Grand Piano.

"I don’t joke." Her eyes flashed. "Why me? You could marry anyone. Some mafia princess. Some willing bimbo who'd spread her legs and give you heirs." A muscle ticked in Luciano’s jaw. "It had to be family. Someone with Bellini blood. The old families demand it to unite the two houses. If I marry outside, it’ll be seen as weakness. The vultures will strike." Aria’s laugh was sharp and bitter. "So I’m a pawn. A trophy. Good to know."