Familia Mafia Novels & Stories

I'm a daughter of a Mafia boss. Yes, that's right my family is a Mafia royalty, in fact all of us. My grandpa my dad my mom, my older brother and of course, I'm a Mafia too. How can I live normally? Troubles are already part of my everyday life. All these thoughts are making my headache worse again. AT SHAUN FAMILY HOUSE My father, my mom, and my brothers were now eating dinner together at our big dining table when my eldest brother broke the silence. "Ehem, Dad, what is your plan for Kiera? Will she still be part of the association?" My brother Kelvin asks calmly.

They understood that family wasn't defined by blood or tradition, but by the bonds of affection and the commitment to support and cherish one another. The Mafia and the Bratva, now inextricably intertwined, continued to operate under Massimo and Mikal's watchful eyes, but their focus shifted from violence and greed to protecting their family and ensuring a safe future for their children. They used their resources and influence to support charitable causes, investing in education and healthcare initiatives in their communities, striving to make amends for the sins of their past.

Her robe was drawn tightly around her thin frame, her dark hair streaked with silver, her eyes searching her daughter’s face for answers. Elena forced a smile. “I’m fine, Mama.” Her mother frowned, unconvinced, but said nothing as Elena stepped inside. The warmth of home wrapped around her, smelling faintly of soap and the stew her mother had made earlier. Her little brother was asleep on the couch, his head lolling against the armrest, a comic book slipping from his hand. Elena’s chest tightened. She carefully tucked a blanket over him and brushed the hair from his forehead. He was only twelve. Too young to carry the weight of debts and mafia threats. Too young to understand that his sister

Vittore Martinelli was the fucking boogyman. "Bloody smart idiot," I grumbled under my breath as I gave up looking for any information on him. From what I saw on Matteo's search, he was the Don of the Martinelli familia. The biggest crime family of the Italian, Russian and Mexican mafias. I didn't want to admit but I was impressed. Vittore covered his tracks well, making it seem like the Martinelli familia fell after Matteo's sudden disappearance. I sighed, having seen enough and closed all tabs, removing everything from the search history too.

I said a quick prayer before my father opened the door and pulled me in behind him. Giovanni Armani, Emilio's father sat in my father's chair. The Armani family was the mafia. They were the umbrella, and the families under the umbrella did their bidding. My family was also under the umbrella. I trembled as I stood next to my father. "Mr Rizzo," Giovanni nodded. "Giovanni," papà stepped forward to shake his hand. "I wish we were meeting under happpier circumstances. I am very sorry for your loss. "

He said his name with clenched jaw. "Yes?" I replied doubtfully, not knowing where this was going. I asked about Melanie and he started with the Salvatore 's. "Salvatore family belongs to the Italian Mafia-" "Wait! But you said that there's no such thing as mafia now...?" I asked confused. Yes, initially I thought they are mafia... you know with the guns being carried around so casually. And I knew even my father was included in all this. When I was a kid, I saw him with his rifle... so I assumed.

he replies, but I can’t bring myself to believe him. “Any other questions?” he asks, and I shake my head, not trusting my voice to speak. “Okay. If there isn’t, I’ll tell you a story,” he continues. “My family, like yours, is in the mafia. Six years ago, we were after a business deal, but someone else wanted it too. To make sure we got it, they held someone for a while. But the first man… he took it too far and killed the man who had been holding his important person.

he said to me. "That would mean your family is a part"- I butt in. "We aren't a part of it darling, we are the Italian mafia itself, the main family if you prefer to stick with that. Violet, my family isn't safe nor trustworthy. Things no one should have their lives exposed to." He said to me. "Wait, if you're part of the mafia, do you also engage in human trafficking?" I asked him, although I kept my stance but the chilling idea of something so revolting made me want to run out that door now and leave everything.

I never knew Isaac had a brother, I asked dad thinking he may have heard something but he is just as clueless as us. I sighed heavily, "Who the f-ck is this uncle and how the f-ck is he the answer to all our questions." I mumbled through gritted teeth. That Emma was with no benefit, she claimed that she doesn't know who her uncle is, but she had heard Nikolas talk about him a lot. Roman rubbed his jaw, "Okay so there are four families in the Italian mafia -" He said, "The Viarchi's, the Dolan's, the Palmero's and the Armone's."

Matter of fact, neither does my father. The first most well known family is the De Santis. Most people don't know it but they're also in the mafia. And of course, they're first. Their leader, Ace De Santis is 22 and rumors has it, he is fucking awesome at his job. People are scared of him. I, however, most people think im a damn myth. Not that i care, people believe what they want. The leader of the Italian mafia is Ace while my father is the leader of the American mafia. We are allies... Sort of. "ALEXIA SKYLAR HALE. FOCUS.", My father yelled through the ear piece