Fat Sal Mafia Novels & Stories

This is a bonus chapter for the Mafia Academy and I promise you want to read it. While I have you, I need to thank you for reading about these three amazing couples. If you continued this far, I'm sure they are as special to you as they are to me. For Mr. Xavier's complete story and how he found himself at Rochester, you’ll want to read Hotter Than Hell available on GoodNovel. Xavier is the head of the desert crime syndicate when Madison enters his world. One day, I plan to write about his children.

asked Michelangelo. “Mafia doesn’t exist, you fool! We know SMS exist, but they are not mafia, they are just corrupt organization that rig elections and does corrupt things. Mafia is stuff for books and movies,” laughed Renata. “It means you didn’t see today’s news,” said Michelangelo. “Today’s news?” asked Ambrosia. “Yoshiro killed two of his people and now the boss of SMS is under investigation. The world I belong to is not a good world. People get hurt there and I am sorry you guys were dragged into it,” said Michelangelo.

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

, Henry stuttered. " You wanted me to keep updated with one month old news. Woah! ", Damion taunted Henry. Damion, the second biggest dangerous man after Abeer in the Mafia world. He always tried to snatch that first position from Abeer but never got a chance for that. He doesn't believe in kindness neither in saying that have patience and time will show you the result. He believes in deciding on the spot and get the result as soon as possible. There is no point in waiting for miracle and that something finally good happens to a person after struggling and facing a lot of hurdles in their life.

it grew from bad to worse when I was kidnapped by a mafia leader. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Like the good boy he ought to be. “Don’t worry, love. I’ll make you feel good. Just like old times…” ***** I want to take this moment to remind us that Sal has always been a troubled man, dealing with his demons one way or the other. Every scar he ever endured, he never healed from them. Like many of us, he just buried them. Ignored them. Never faced them, or never healed them. The Mafia business is something he devotes himself to, so he feels a semblance of strength and control over all the chaos he battles under the surface.

he said, pressing his mouth on a thin line, and averting his gaze as if he was thinking about something. "Could you tell me more about this mafia thing?" I asked, determined to learn everything I could about them. If it's really a mafia, then I need to know everything so that I can plan my next move. He sat back on the sofa again before he spoke. "In this country, we have two mafia groups: the Sinaloa Cartel and the Camorra, which are rivals and both dangerous." "Where were you from?" I asked; my heart pounded out of my chest with excitement and anxiety, and I felt like I was on the right track in finding those killers.

No one else would dare. I had escaped my father but I just basically went from frying pan to fire. Hakan was Scorpion, there was no doubt about it. I was in the arms of the deadliest and most feared mafia boss in the whole country and maybe further than that.

“He’s reformed.” “He’s not!” A lock of his thick, slicked-back gray-brown hair had come loose at his little outburst. He smoothed it with one hand. “Bohdi Michaels has been working with the Russian mafia since Paris. He’s amassed more than thirteen million in illegal investments. Most of that he kept hidden within fictitious entities and offshore shell corporations. He has used the money to purchase oceanfront real estate in fictitious names. I have multiple sources who have confirmed this.” Slater’s unedited reveal exposed he knew as much as I did—and maybe more—about Bohdi Michaels.

“You have no right to talk about that! And yes, I believe you because that’s what mafia bosses do, they kill people, they intoxicate people, they don’t care about anything but their own power!” He laughed again. “Well, maybe your mafia bosses, not mine.” “What are you talking about?” He looked at her. “Yes, I’m a mafia boss, but I do so much different from the things you’re describing. You see, I sell empty actions to rich people, I absorb part of their fortunes like a vampire absorbs blood of their victims, I sell plans to the mafia bosses who want to pass illegal goods to other countries, and my worst sin? I look for the people who destroyed me. I’m the mastermind of this business, they pa