Fat Sal Mafia Novels & Stories

Someone had routed it to Venom through a hidden account. “Who’s signature?” I asked. The name that came back made my stomach drop. Vito Salerno. We were age mates, his father had passed on the mafia seat to him just like me. The same guy who had been cozy at council meetings, the one who had talked about mergers and marriages like chess moves. The same man who had vouched for my engagement with Madison. The same man who smiled while asking for favors. “Salerno?” Marco said the name like a curse. Some names are heavy. That one weighed a ton.

Kathrine's life was at stake, and he had to act swiftly. Determined to protect Kathrine, Andrew pushed aside the nagging thought of the impending investigation. He knew that his connection to the Mafia was a secret he had successfully kept hidden for years, but now it threatened to unravel everything he held dear. The danger that loomed over Kathrine was a direct consequence of his past actions, and he couldn't bear the thought of her being caught in the crossfire.

She locked her eyebrows in a frown and regretted her decision to have Liam join her. She took a deep breath and continued softly, "Liam, listen up. The man across from you is not somebody you'd want to mess with. He's Forrest Dalton, the head of Mystic Falcon Hall in Drunham City. He's one of the top five most powerful mafia bosses in the city." Other than Eaden, there were four other mafia bosses in Drunham City. Forrest of Mystic Falcon Hall was one of them. Forrest was a cruel person. He was extremely vicious and brutal, even though he always had a smile on his face. He killed many people, so people in the mafia were rather intimidated by him.

I do not know if it was my brain that does not want to function well, but I just realized that I have always known that Navier is a mafia clan head; and yet really hearing it from a person who is under the very mafia clan that we are talking about makes it more official and weirdly mindblowing. Navier Emeril Sy Ortega is the current Sy Mafia clan head. “You can sit down here first, Miss Sophia. Shall I fetch you some coffee? Juice?” Usually I would humbly decline the offer but I did not know I was dried out thirsty with the mention of the beverages. Maybe this is my nerves and making me all stressed out and dried out; but for whatever reason, I know that I needed something to drink. “I would

It was my job as il fantasma but as Alexia Skylar Hale, My job was to control my father's company by his side. My father was Chris Hale. The owner of the Hale company and the leader of the American mafia. We were the second most well known family because of our company. Us being in the mafia part was private. In the mafia world, we were ranked second and we were fine with it considering the family who was ranked first was my father's friend, an ally. They were the De Santis, Italian mafia. Like us, most people weren't aware of their involvement in the mafia world. Their leader, Ace, was 22 and rumors had it, he was good at his job. People were scared of him for reasons I knew all too well. I

“That’s excellent. You’re the best, purple. However, we should get going to introduce him as soon as possible—“ “Milord, it’s bad of me to interrupt your talk. My friend is an ex-mafia member of Moarte. They are also brutal, especially their grandfather—Lorenzo Walsh Russo, who is already turning eighty in December. He is threatening his mother’s life because she doesn’t want to continue his mafia. I feel like Connor got her soft heart in violence,” Francisco retorted. Lincoln stays silent and gradually absorbing all the details available for now. That’s the one bothering his inner peace; Moarte (death) mafia is a Silician race member.

I just hoped I would never see that ANIMAL again, as long as I lived, I wanted the arrogance and sexism of that wretch far away from me. We sat down at the table, and I was blind with hatred, I drank the champagne that was served to me in a glass and then I was served more... I drank three or four glasses trying to relax and let go of what was happening. And that's when I saw him. Damn, I saw that wretch... he was sitting at the edge of the table, he looked at me and raised a glass mocking my face. My father then began his little speech “We are gathered today to celebrate an engagement, nobody knew about it, but the Lion and Sorelli union is already something agreed upon and settled between

But Farah stood taller, her spine straight, her jaw set. “What are you talking about, woman?” De Luca snapped, pounding the table. “Stop wasting our time!” Farah took a step forward, her eyes sweeping the room. “My son, Valentino Romano, is of true mafia blood, more than any of you could ever claim.” The table erupted. “What the hell?” “How dare you insult us!” “How dare you compare us to that stray dog—” Farah’s eyes narrowed, her voice rising, cutting through the chaos like thunder.

He knew Nikki stood at the door and could hear their conversation clearly. “Yes, thankfully Gio left those two. That woman is not my sister. Not now, not ever!” Alfred said which shocked both Damien and Nikki at the door. “I would not tell you more than that. Why are you here, Dmitri Kalashnikov?” Alfred asked in a dried tone. “I want your backing. I want to bring down the tainted name of the mafia. The bratva was in existence as a peaceful gathering but with everything around, we can't freely show up.” Damien pronounced and mimicked Dmitri’s speech tone.

"But just now, for those mafia thugs, you pushed me aside?" Dean instinctively bit his lip, his finger pointing at Joe. "This guy is also part of the mafia." Sally was momentarily stunned by Dean's sudden words, before blurting out in a sharp, defensive tone, "That’s not the point! I can be with the mafia, but you can’t!" The room fell into a heavy silence for a moment. Dean froze. Sally's expression darkened, her fingers trembling slightly with anger and resentment. Her eyes burned with fury as she continued, her voice dripping with venom, "Don’t you find this ironic?"