Fat Sal Mafia Novels & Stories

“You look nervous, ma’am.” “I’m fine.” I tried to hide my nervousness. “Are you sure, ma’am?” I nodded in response. Maybe when I open my mouth, I’ll scream because I’m even more nervous and Yuichi isn’t there. I don’t know how, but whenever I feel like this, Yuichi’s presence calms me down. So now that he’s not by my side, I have to stop myself, otherwise I might do something bad to whoever besides me. “In the next corridor, you will meet Don Facundo. Don Facundo, who is fifty-five years old, is known as a ruthless mafia boss. Many are afraid of him because he has lost a fight. I think you should avoid him.” Blake said.

"I lost two brothers to that incident. I will not lose a daughter to those monsters." "Wait. What's the difference?" Turo asked. "I don't understand." I licked my lips. "Soviet mafia and bratva are like comparing great white sharks to dolphins. Most of the bosses in Soviet mafias lived through Stalin's gulags. They came out and essentially declared war against the entire world. Tattoos, separate language, customs, vehement hatred towards authority figures. More what would be considered a cult today, but you'll never hear someone describe it like that."

I say, "It's not up for sale." "Don't talk to that man again," he grits through his teeth. "Aww, why? Is the big bad mob boss jealous?" I ask making sure that I annoy him. He says, "That's Santino Martino. My biggest rival. If you are seen talking to him, then my men will be suspicious of you." Okay. I exclaim, "Great!" We move in sync for a few more minutes. As the lights dim, I push him away.

I pushed her to the brink. “Boss, you good with that?” Deron asks, snapping my focus back to the present. I look around the dark SUV as my inner circle, Deron, Stephon, Kris, and Max, are preparing to help orchestrate a raid on a meatpacking plant. It’s one of many business fronts for the Scarfo mafia. This one, in particular, is run by Vinnie and his crew. It took a little digging, but Max managed to track the bastard down with ease.

He informed Salvatore, and horror poured on Salvatore; his eyes went wide and his jaw looseneded. “What!” Salvatore exclaimed. The Chinese Bloody Axe was the most prominent mafia in Asia and one of the biggest in the world. They were popularly known for their Ninja Assassins. They had never lost a battle instory. “Damn!” Alessandro cursed, brushing his hand over his face in frustration. Camilla and Ruby were thrown into confusion, as they didn't even know what the Chinese bloody axe meant or was.

I clenched my palm hard, again and again, trying to confirm whether this was a dream, but pain shot through my hand. Suppressing the cold sweat rising along my spine, I slowly lifted my head. I was seated at one end of a long dining table. Across from me sat two men—the heirs of the most powerful mafia family in Chicago. On the left was Caspian Falcone, the mafia family’s underboss. Twenty-eight years old, he was dressed in a black suit, with a prominent scar cutting across his temple. His gaze was as cold as a glacier, and rumors said the number of people he had personally executed was beyond counting.

Big Pa gulped and nodded his head. He could not say anything. His voice would give away how much fear he held in his heart. He had sighted the mafia tag on the bodies of the men who placed the money on his table. His eyes were wide in fear. He wondered how he had gotten himself messed up because of those two girls. “What did those sluts do to have the heads of the greatest mafia showing themselves to a small strip club owner like me? They fucked you guys good? We could discuss this and find a way to sell them off to you. We could be allies and not foes.” he said.

I said. "How long has he had you."He asked me. "Five years."I said nonchalantly. ack you did a good job bringing her here she would be of good help to us."He said with a grin . "So what's the deal."I said looking at him. "You know for years have been trying so hard to bring Brooks down and I think with your help its finally coming to pass." "I don't get it." "let me introduce myself properly, my name is Salvador the leader of this mafia group and the Brooks are the overall leaders ,am tired of being the second I want to be the first."He said.

Chapter 272 Massimo stood in front of the railing of the tall skyscraper. He took a sip from his glass of rum, savoring the bitter taste on his lips. “Boss,” an average-height man, Paul, hurried towards him, bowing deeply first before reporting. “The Redbull mafia group are still putting up a fight, along with the other four mafia groups contesting for the position. Pardon me if I’m speaking out of place, but wouldn’t it be wise to contact the Vicenzo mafia group? They would be solid backup.”

I started eating immediately while moaning at the heavenly taste that filled my mouth. "Whoa slow down there tiger." Sofia says with a small laugh. "I haven't ate properly for days, so don't mock me." She chuckled while digging into her food also. "Is it true what that guy said? That he runs the most powerful mafia in whole of America?" I suddenly asked and Sofia glanced at me . "Yeah its true, but not that powerful powerful, the Royal mafia is the most powerful of all, my brother just happened to own the one that has the government under his control and the cops and army under his command." She explained and I choked on my food.