Fat Sal Mafia Novels & Stories

" I said. With the message sent immediate action was required! As I dressed to head off to send my message my mind drifted off to my mate. Uneasiness, was all I felt whenever my mind drifted off to her. I hope wherever she is no one is treating her badly else when I get my hands on them they would regret it. But now I need to focus, I will think of her later. In many times during a fight things tend to go wrong between the mafia groups. And tonight was time like this. “Let’s move out.” I said. “Yes boss.” “I don’t have a good feeling about this.” Daniel my right hand said.

I inquire, attempting to maintain my composure despite the rage brewing within. “Well, well, well… New Bratva, welcome to Chicago!” The man relinquishes his hold on Tatyana with a disrespectful smack on her rear. Tatyana’s expression nearly morphs into a smile as she gracefully saunters across the room to stand beside me and Misha. “Allow me to introduce myself,” he sneers. “I am Mario Alfonso, a sotto capo of the Chicago Outfit.” “So, you are the new Boss? Nikolai Fedorov?” he queries, his tone dripping with derision.

he paused and half smiled. “The Mortale mafia is best known for buying and selling attractive girls. Any girl that turns them down has to live in hell for the rest of their life, that is, if she is lucky enough to turn them down in the first place. So, serving them drinks is like going up there to discuss your price. Obviously, you are new to New York cause everyone knows the Mortale mafia since their crimes are just in sight of everyone. It is never hidden.” I stifled a burst of laughter at his impossible explanation, but once the realization that what he said could only be possible in this club, an intense silence enveloped me as I gulped.

It was amusing. Israel Sibal, thirty-one years old, a bachelor with no ties with any woman. He is known as a man of disinterest and lacks any remorse towards his victims. An established multi-billionaire businessman who comes down to dirty organization and ruling; the man known as one of the most notorious mafia bosses in El Salvador. An evil grin flashes through his lips. He knows, he'll meet that same woman, no matter how many times he refuses to do so; like a fly attracted to its death.

Black Men Society, who happened to be my group and Vendetta Cascade— the one that Liam Fajardo owns, have been adversaries for decades now. BMS ranks as the largest and wealthiest mafia group in the whole world which consist of two hundred and twenty men all over the world while he had two hundred and eight thousand. Fajardos wanted to be the most powerful one, however, they failed to do so. Even before when my father was still alive and was still the leader, he had many enemies and Vendetta Cascade is the one who stood out.

he smiled menacingly. "I am the leader of a mafia cartel known as the 7 Daggers, here in Miami. We happen to be the ruling force of the city's underworld and our authority is undisputed. As an Arabian Prince, I'm quite sure you understand what this means" Chelsea started. Hakeem caressed his jaw, gently pulling on his beards. "Am I to feel threatened?" he asked, eyeing Chelsea skeptically.

“Are you trying to threaten me? You are messing up with the wrong man. Like I said, I have no idea about the query you are making. He was about to pull out the revolver but before he could, there was a shot aimed at his leg. Herman moaned in pain. Saul’s eyes were in live embers on him. “I know all that trash you are about to say and I also know you have the information that I need. The more you drag this matter the greater your pain will be. Submitting evidence against you is a cake walk for me.” Saul then showed him the photos, videos and three files which held proofs against the second grade business he had been doing for years. Butterflies rolled in his stomach in the form of fear. He un

Farhan said. Salar barged into his room as the door burst open. "Waqas! That Waqas is the f*cking boss of vipers!" Salar snickered as he showed the file to Hamza where his picture was taken from CCTV footage and he was meeting the mafia Lord of Mumbai. F*ck!

She didn’t want any part of it. Fatima thought of killing Raphael. Just poison him right here, right now, and it would all be over. “And let me warn you,” he said casually, as if reading her thoughts, “I lead Russia’s strongest mafia. So if I die, they come for you. Literally your whole bloodline.” Before she could respond, the waitress returned with their food. “Enjoy your meal,” she said after placing everything on the table before leaving. Fatima watched the man as he started cutting into his steak. He seemed to genuinely love it, even licking the sauce from his knife.

None of them looked younger than twenty-four, meaning I had to be the youngest. The mansion belonged to one of the most feared men in the city, Domenico Fanucci. Although he tried covering his tracks behind a family vineyard and brewery, everyone knew him as one of the most ruthless and notorious mafia bosses. His sons had quite the reputation in the city as well, and it was not a good one. There was the youngest brother, Dante, known for his playboy ways, the middle child, Gian, known for his lack of manners, and at last, the oldest, the heir—Alessio, known for his hideous temper, cold aura, and handsome looks.