Fat Sal Mafia Novels & Stories

I have no intention of burying Max and want him to rot and be eaten by animals. And that's when I changed the name of the mafia group that Max led to mine, The W. Richard Walter Ghonee. Walter is the name my mother gave me, and I like my middle name. . At the age of 25, I became the leader of The W Mafia. When I showed the letter to Max's subordinates, none of them rejected me as their new leader. They must have known I had killed Max and forced him to write a power of attorney. I remember the words from the mouth of one of the old maids who had worked for Max for decades.

I entered the car and set the GPS LOCATION to maltimon that's where my Mafia boss resides "Mission accomplished, "I said as soon as I entered the building "Good job Miranda. Cheers" he said pouring me some juice in a cup Well I don't take alcohol I sipped from it before checking the time,woah time is far spent. "Boss I have to go now, my roommate may wake soon," I said dropping the cup "That's why I asked you to stay here at maltimon instead you go about living in houses, working as a waitress for a meager pay when you could be comfortable here," he said pouring more juice in his cup

“But I have other aspirations in life. Becoming a mafia wife was never part of my plan.” “Watch your words when you speak of my son,” Mirella warned without looking at her, her attention fixed on the painting as if each word she spoke was just another stroke of the brush. “Dante isn’t just a simple mafioso, as you say. He is the leader of the ’Ndrangheta. The mere mention of the Bellandi name makes lesser men tremble. Don’t get it twisted, girl.” Her tone was soft, but every syllable carried a sharp edge—a reminder that Svetlana was a foreigner in a world that didn’t belong to her.

❤️ A faint smirk touched his lips. “I know you’ll hate me… you’ll be angry…” His fingers tightened slightly in her hair— “But this… is what’s best for us.” A pause. “And today… the way you fought…” 🔥 “I liked it.” His gaze darkened. “Because that strength… will save you in the future.” He exhaled slowly— “There will come a time… when you’ll feel completely broken…” His voice dropped— “But you’ll have to stand again… because you are the Queen of this mafia world…”

Besides her father and Matteo, all men fit one label: pervert. “Care to join me? I’ll make it worth your time.” She flinched and took a deep breath. “What do you want to order, sir?” His smile faded. He pulled out a hundred dollar bill and slid it towards Chiara in the most ridiculous attempt at a seductive manner she had ever seen. “Caesar salad. Keep the change.” She forced a smile. “Of course.” She took the money and walked briskly to the kitchen. She opened the door, retching when the smell of grease hit her. “Table five ordered a Caesar salad.”

He'll ruin you, like he did to everyone, he is different from what he shows you, stay away from him! Nadia's grip tightened on the phone, her heart hammering against her chest as many questions flooded her mind. Who had sent the messages? What did they mean by black death, he's evil, he'll ruin her? Her unsettling mind jumped from one scenario to the other, each thought dreadful than the last. Was Jeff serious when he said his boss was a Mafia lord and controlled the underworld activities? Could it be true that he was really evil? She thought, urgently seeking an answer. She had thought that Jeff was trying to scare her or make her wary of Luciano, but now, these messages…

Dangerous men. The tension was thick—violence barely restrained. Jasmine felt the energy shift. Felt the weight of eyes on her. Felt the dominance in the air. But none of it compared to the presence of him. Jerald DeLuca. Pure Sicilian mafia royalty. He sat at the head of the table, his very posture exuding power. He wasn’t just a man—he was a force.

It seemed the walls had ears, and the news of my recent altercation with Logan had already reached him. “Ella,” he started, his voice dripping with restrained fury, “did you really tear up a contract with one of the most influential clients this firm has ever had?” I squared my shoulders and met his gaze directly. “Yes, Mr. Henderson, I did.” Mr. Henderson drew in a long, sharp breath that sounded like a hiss. “And why, pray tell, did you do that?” “Because Logan Barrett is a member of the mafia, sir.” Just then, Mr. Henderson leaned forward, his palms flat on the desk. “Do you have any idea of the penalty for breaching that contract? We can't afford such an astronomical amount, especially n

"No! How can I just climb on your back? Moreover, there's an injury on your arm." JK yells, "Just shut up and do as I say!" "No, I won't! Why are you showing me mercy now?" "I have never seen a stubborn girl like you." Grabbing her hand forcefully, he makes her lean on his back. "This man, seriously! How long are you going to force me? Will you ever let me live peacefully? When will you stop all this?" "When you love me more than I do." "I'll never fall for you." "You won't have to do it, baby. It will happen automatically. Just wait and see." "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Walk as soon as possible; I'm so hungry." "It's high time to learn how to control your hunger." "Yah, I've never seen a stupid

"Not exactly. Why are you obsessed with me? What does Cardinal want? I know it's not my mafia." "You're a mafia devil." I said "I know that much from the file I found in your closet." "What file?" he asked furiously "The file about you seeing a therapist for a year when u were thirteen to control your anger. You were incredibly violent as a child." I answered a little frightened "I also know that you're going to New York by the next month. The mafia that you have here is just a bunch of people from other mafias helping to cover you while you protect Royalty from Cardinal. You're moving back to New York when all this is over. Your real mafia is there."