Good Mafia Stories Novels & Stories

"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

I ask him, he had every single book around here, all genres and all kinds. "I like mafia books, want to read this one?" he ask picking one for the two of us, I nodded, taking the book from him, it's called "Monster in his eyes". "Let's begin my little mafia," I say with a smile, I took a seat o the sofa, allowing him to sit next to me, he had his legs laying over my lap, while I read the story about the mafia, about how the boss fell in love with the girl. "The Vitale are asses!" Eliot says, making me roll my eyes, sure, I love a mafia story, but reading about humans who are such a badass as Eliot put it, only made me feel pissed.

I shouldn’t say any more than that or they might get back with my family because that's just the way they are. Mafias are ruthless. They are rotten to their core. They aren’t the ideal men written in fictions. They’ll hurt you and put you in danger. Children shouldn’t make the mafia the standard no matter how good they came to be in fictions. They are criminals and I know all of it because I once became an underdog of a mafia. They kill ruthlessly and they don’t care how evil they become. “First you stereotyped us for being noble and now, you are stereotyping us as someone worse than a criminal.”

Catherine “The mafia…” I am stunned into silence about his revelation. I study his appearance and now I can finally grasp where I have seen him before. There have been news articles on both TV and in newspapers lately about the handsome bachelor billionaire who owns several businesses and has a new model on his arm every other week. There is also the hushed gossip going around that he might be more dangerous than people previously thought. Of course there is no evidence.

Nicola’s brow furrowed as he said, “You want to share an idea ion how to punish him?” “Hmm... Yes,” I said while playing with my fingers. “Go on,” he said, while looking amused. "According to you, a mafia is like a huge family governed by trust, and he destroyed the trust of the family." I exhaled loudly. They asked, “Yes?” They seemed confused, which made me smile as I explained my plan to them. As soon as I was done, I noticed Ben looking astonished, and a bit terrified, while Nicolas seemed shocked and proud.

“The place I sent him to might take him in as a child but once he starts to grow and they go to look around and dig deep for information involving his family or where he came from then that's when they'll find out that he is from the Russian mafia.” “They're not friends?” I chuckled at her innocent question as she blinked in confusion. “You amaze me sometimes. Friends? Mafias don't make friends with each other. If for anything they always wage wars and launch attacks on each other all the time just to see who is the greatest and the strongest. It's like a power tussle and it will never let them ever get along with each other” “When you say it like that then it makes them look stupid in my ey

Nikolai crossed his arms. “Uncle Adrik teaches me boring things.” “Like?” “Chess.” “That’s useful.” “Not cool.” Damian chuckled quietly. “What exactly do you think the mafia does?” Nikolai leaned back and began counting on his fingers. “Guns.” “Fast cars.” “Secret meetings.” “Fighting bad guys.” Anton walked over at that moment. “Your description is disturbingly accurate.” Nikolai lit up. “See!” Damian rubbed his temple.

He was charming in a lethal wayb and every word he said made it harder to maintain the armor I’d built. The dinner went for hours. His associates exchanged stories about drug shipments and bodies dumped in canals like they were trading stock tips. I sipped water and listened. Every detail was ammunition. Every smile from Nikolai was a taunt. He had no idea I was the pin under the elephant's foot. Eventually the night advanced and everyone was starting to leave until I was left alone with him. He leaned back and stretched as if he hadn’t just spent hours surrounded by monsters. I tried to imagine the kind of man he would have been if he hadn't become a criminal but I came out blank. A crimina

“Tell me about my grandfather.” “Chiara,” Dante said, the warning in his voice was clear, yet Chiara refused to back down. “If you’re not going to tell me that, tell me why I’m dangerous to you.” “Chiara, just drop it.” Though the warning was more prominent, Chiara still refused to back down. “If you aren’t going to answer them,” She paused, watching him closely for a reaction. When she saw none, she continued speaking. “What do you do for a living? It has to be something illegal if you could access guns and even shoot Nico without flinch—“