Familia Mafia Novels & Stories

I asked hoping that I heard the wrong words from him. "I said," Is it familia? The mafia business of the family?" He asked again with a shrug as if the question he asked is normal, I immediately dropped Mia who didn't look surprised a bit. "What do you guys know about the familia?" I asked, holding their eyes while staring at them. "Everything, dad. Mom and grandpa told us about it, but I don't like the idea that you have to kill people" Mia said with a snort as she removed a sweet from her pocket and popped it in her mouth.

Abigail murmured. "What is it sir?" Maria said. "Nothing, maybe it is another Adrianna," he said. "Do you have her photo?" Dad asked and she nodded. She took out her phone and started scrolling at it. She later gave dad the phone and from his horrified look I knew it was the same Adrianna who was a mile away. "Do you know her sir?" Maria asked. "No, I don't think so. But Adrianna , who I know, I haven't seen for a long time and she is part of the mafia so I can't say whether it is her or not," dad said and we looked at him suspiciously.

I am just curious if we are on the same page, being kidnapped by that devil mafia in this mansion full of armed people surrounding us. "I've been in this family since Dimitri was just 5 years of age." My shoulders dropped in dismay, thinking that Leila and I are not in the same situation. "People were scared of DiFronzo's family because they have the power to kill anyone who disobeys and betrays them. Actually, the DiFronzo family is not that bad from my point of view. They help my children to finish college and even help to release my son in a prison who was accused of murder and was sentenced to death. I think you already met my son, the one who brings you here." A mafia family? Not that b

"I didn't tell you all of this so you would feel sorry for her. I wanted to open your eyes to the fact that Dante Luciano is a lunatic. "His repentance and revenge are meaningless. The damage has been done. Your Padre won't come back to life, and your wounds won't disappear." "I know," I muttered. "No, you don't," Uncle Marco retorted, shaking his head. "You grew up with him, and you still think of him as the young boy who will bandage your wounds when you're injured. That boy died a long time ago, Lina. "The man you're up against is the Don of a mafia family. His hands are steeped in blood, and he's stubborn to a fault."

Now, those two adorable kids would have to face what he'd also faced in the past. The Michealson family held a high ranking position in the underworld, his grandfather was a ruthless mafia don, who'd influence anybody born from their family to become like him if he could. They had the power to eliminate anyone who gets in their way and were indomitable. He couldn't let those children witness the same thing he did.

My mouth opened, then closed again, useless. She gave me a small, almost knowing smile. “I guessed as much.” Then she straightened, her voice dropping to a weight I could feel in my bones. “You’re now part of the mafia, Nora. You’re my brother’s wife. That makes you part of the Crown family. My brother doesn’t joke with family he protects us with his life. And now you’re his wife, so you’re one of us. One of the mafia. And not just any family. The family. The Crown family is the empire that rules all mafia empires in Italy. My brother Leonard is the Don of all Dons.”

I asked, my whole face lighting up. “The Fernandez family happens to be the oldest mafia family in New York City. Right before the Dante family transferred to New York, they dominated everything. Shortly after the Dante and the Santini family arrived, everything changed as they became the leading families. The Fernandez's specializes in the distribution of oils. You know… Dark oil business.” She added with a wink. I nodded my head. “I can't understand a thing in everything you've said. Can you explain better?” “Can't you think?” She asked, bowing her head. “Think about this. Illegal oil business. Purab Chaturvedi. Marshall Fernandez. Francesco Dante. The recent deaths of the leaders of the t

"Si. That is what we think." Nodding, I thought that over. Inter-family feuds weren't uncommon. But there was always a reason. Especially for crossing international boundaries. That opened a whole other can of worms that shouldn't just be tossed around like confetti. "Did Papa kill, maim, or kidnap one of these bratva's women?" Momma sucked in a noisy breath. Heated silence filled the phone. I didn't have time to baby her. She was in the fucking mafia, for fuck's sake. It's not like she doesn't understand how this game is played.

He never fucking liked me and I did nothing to earn his approval because I would never get it. l am Alessia Ferrari the Don of the Italian mafia. Father only passed it down to me because he is dying and he has no male heirs, which is quite unfortunate for the bastard. He did not even have any illegitimate sons despite the fact that he fucked day in and day out. He hated watching me take over his mafia, making it mine, making the power mine. But I never asked for this life.

"Hands off dude. I'm older than you remember?" "Age means nothing in the family. It's if you have balls or not" I chocked. "eew man. That's gross" I shake my head trying not to laugh and be disgusted at the same time. He laughs. "So, who are this people?" I asked. "Family members" is all he says chewing on a forkful of pasta. "uh-huh?" every individual in the mafia is referred to as a family member. "Everyone at this table is related to your husband by blood. Or marriage. Like Eva our step mother."