Fat Sal Mafia Novels & Stories

"Now you can imagine what I am capable of doing to you, right? You see, my little Love, I could crush your neck right now, and no one would ever know. I could strip you down and fuck you right here on this bed, and absolutely no one would come to save you." His smirk vanished, replaced by an expression of pure, chilling stone. "So, this is my final warning. Do not test my patience. I am already having a very hard time keeping my cool around you, and you are being fucking impossible. The next time you decide to open your smart mouth, think very carefully about the consequences. Alright?" "Y-yes," I choked out, the tears flowing freely now. "Are... are you in the mafia?" the words tumbled out

"They've been coiled around our city for too long, and now with Selena carrying our future, we can't risk any more delays. We need to deal with Torres before he tries to come after Selena." The room erupted into a cacophony of agreement, fists slammed onto tables, and chairs scraped the floor. The mafia's code was clear, and every man present knew it. Harm to the boss's family was a declaration of war. Uncle Salvatore was not saying anything, and his face was red. "What is it, Uncle?" I asked, my tone cold as ice.

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

They both looked malnourished and almost dead. " Why are you here again, you monster?" Marhoni asked weakly, over the past few weeks he had come to know exactly the kind of man Nahil was. He was more dangerous than they could ever Imagine, he deceived all of them by claiming to be just a mafia Lord but he was more dangerous than that. He was the head of the Mathux, a group that is dreaded in the whole of America because of its ruthlessness and they are involved in all activities and never let anyone get away from them. Massimo and Marhoni had crossed his bottom line and they would pay for it. " You don't seem happy to see me Marhoni," he said mockingly, sitting in front of them.

Lawrence showed up, eyeing his brother, who was still set on tormenting me. "Why do you always assume that I'm up to something?" He asked, feigning sadness as he turned to his brother. Lawrence gave a knowing look, not falling for his act. What most people don't know is that Bastian Saltzman is one of the biggest, most feared Mafia in the whole world. He's the leader of the Lucchese Mafia. The third most powerful Mafia. Not too long, he'll be taking second place. Lawrence wanted nothing to do with this type of business. He found his route and stuck with it.

I swallowed hard, but he wasn’t done. "You think I’m just some big muscle Mafia idiot." He tilted his head, his dark eyes glinting with amusement. "Let me remind you, Ari. My father was the consigliere. I have more info on the Mafia than the Don himself. And my family have always kept it quiet. You think we would have kept it quiet if we didn’t have any brains? You think we would be the leading Mafia family in the country, in this continent, if we didn’t have any brains?"

“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

I asked, noticing that smirk on his face. Matteo looked up at me, lifting his brow. “Not a she, sis. An enemy.” “An enemy?” “Yes. Guess who Damon’s new favourite bean pissed off on her first night at Arthdal Strike?” My patience ran out the window at his delay and Mateo must have sensed it as the next second he cleared his throat. “Luca Tadeo.” “Luca? Luca as in… the Luca?” “Yup. Word just got in concerning it. Apparently, they tried covering it up.”

I rolled my eyes as I adjusted myself back on the seat. “What are you?” I demanded. “I’m a man.” “Karl.” He grinned. “Okay, okay.” He sighed and leaned back. “I’m just… a right-hand man.” “That is the vaguest job description in history.” “I work with the mafia, love.” Silence stretched between us. My head was just blank. He turned to face me. “Massimo is a mafia boss. I’m his right-hand man.” The words came out way too casually. Like he’d just said he works in accounting. My mouth hung open. My brain rebooted twice. Oh my goodness.

His mere presence was enough. "You know what happens to those who steal from us," Alessandro finally spoke, his voice low and steady. "But you didn’t just steal. You sold names. Family names." "I didn’t mean to," the man gasped, his breath hitching. "It wasn’t supposed to go that far." Giovanni made a soft sound in his throat, a mix of a sigh and a growl. Then, a figure emerged from the shadows near the sacristy—the priestess.