Fat Sal Mafia Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Third Person Pov: Thomas Allen is one of the most ruthless leaders in the mafia gang Hayden Wren heads. Its known as 'Python'. Recently, there's been a fued between the two, hence; Thomas moved to Dubai. The members of the gang thought things would dissolve over time... but it didn't. Communication seized between the two for the past two years. Now, Thomas is back to set things right.

"Run along now, before I decide to teach you a lesson you won't forget." The thugs hesitated, sizing up the newcomer with wary glances. One whispered in a very low tone to the other beside him, “Is that not Spencer McCarthy? the most renowned mafia in this city, We need to leave before he deals with us” Sensing an opportunity, Sofia seized her chance and bolted, her heart pounding in her chest as she fled into the night.