Filipino Mafia Novels & Stories

Sophia tried not to shudder at her own indifference. Maya let go of Sophia's shoulder and whisper-yelled. “Are you out of your mind, Soph? You're getting yourself involved with people from the mafia," Sophia froze, and Maya continued. "Mafia as in, M-A-F-I-A. Those are the type of people you're getting yourself involved in," She didn't know what exactly the meaning of a mafia was, but she knew it was a dangerous organization. They sold illegal drugs and all sorts of weapons. Some were even engaged in human trafficking and rape, if not worse.

Even if he died, the person who wanted Marco dead will continue to send other people to kill Marco and one da, he'd definitely die. "Don't act like you are a saint Marco! You are the head of one of the most dangerous mafia organizations in the world. You are involved in lots of illegal businesses so why do you care about a bunch of kids?" He asked Marco. "I never forced anyone to do anything. Those people wanted to get involved with me and so I let them. Those children are vulnerable and your father chose to take advantage of them! I could not forgive that!" "I don't care about any of that! You had better let me go or else I'm going to kill her!" Landers yelled. He still at the gun pointed a

Before he had failed to eliminate me, he gave me his name—Alessio Fanucci. He shouldn’t have done that, and he shouldn’t have given me a second chance—because the second I had regained my strength, I vouched to one day to the same as he had done to me. I would humiliate him, mock him, laugh at him, press a gun to his head—and unlike him, I would make sure mine would work. I asked around and found out what that family truly stood for. They posed as legit business people, but all that mafia family knew was organized crime. They controlled the city, and all the people in it. From politicians, to police—everyone knew them, respected them and feared them.

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.

And they did it from tenders of basic necessities for the population. Then I think about the materials that the company provides. “These products were multiplied: sanitary material, hygiene, safety, maintenance. Basically they didn't mess with others who had their own businesses. Economic political edges.” “That's mafia.” I correct him. “You can call it...as you want to. Everything was coming great and I was able to grow up, but I had a condition.” “Clear. Something they had to profit from.” “Exact. Raise the company of Xavier Mendes using it as a outsourcing entity. I mean, I would depend on his movements.”

I looked over her shoulder at the mansion. She laughed, "You're beautiful. I know you can bring everyone down to his knees. But... The international Boss! Duante Rego," Her gaze turned dreamy, "You're his wife." "Bred is part of this world?" I asked. She nodded, "Bred is an honest businessman. Mr Rego gave us an opportunity to do something big. It's legal." She smiled. "Nothing illegal?" I asked. She looked at me as if trying to understand, "They're mafia. Legal illegal... It does matter."

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.

EIGHTEEN YEARS AGO In a beautiful mansion, you can see maids going to and fro in blue and white outfits. Their master and ma'am would be down any minute from now. They would all be fired if they are not done on time before the arrival of their master. Their master is no other than Jose Fernandez, a very dangerous business tycoon, he is among the first five richest men in the world, he owns Fernandez, cooperation, and he has different branches all over the world. He is from the Philippines.

“Wait. Moretti Moretti?” Riva frowned. “You know him?” “Are you—are you serious right now?” another friend asked, wide-eyed. “He’s Ares Moretti. That family runs half the illegal shit across borders. Mafia. Guns. Casinos. Black money. People disappear when they breathe wrong around them.” Riva’s stomach dropped. “You mean he’s like… actual mafia?” “Actual. Untouchable. Lethal. And you—” Nia looked her up and down. “What the hell did you do to end up in his car?”

"Only low leveled mafia and big time syndicates would do drugs, if that's what you're asking. We run a casino besides gun production--smuggling. We also have an escort company chain and the biggest underground auction house in Russia. We're called mafia because we have turfs and subfamilies. Of course we have influence in government officials except the crime fighting bureaus such as the NBI, FBI, CIA, etc. Those are why we kill each other." Ara swallowed an imaginary lump in her throat. She couldn't believe she had a man like him eyeing her. "Why are you still here in the Philippines? Why are you here, too, Danil?" "I'm basically Van's right hand man. Where he goes, I go," Danil answered fi