Greek Mafia Novels & Stories

I now belonged to him and his mafia. "Selling you would be easy but then again, I want to know what's so special about you. My father took millions from the mafia secretly and those were invested in a secret project he called the Jade Scythe," at that, I tried not to react. "It's you isn't it? Took me a while to figure it out but why would he invest millions in you, where were you for the last four years and why are you back?" Truthfully, I couldn't answer the last question but I knew the answers to the rest and there was no way I was telling him anything. I remained silent. He stopped walking and was now behind me. I could feel his body heat. He was so close.

he said with a smirk. I stared at him for a moment before shaking my head and heading outside. In the driveway, a sleek black Range Rover awaited me. The driver opened the door with a respectful bow, and I climbed in without a word. As the car pulled out, Damon’s words replayed in my mind. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. A laugh escaped me, sharp and bitter. “Damon Dark, mafia and werewolf,” I muttered to myself. “What he wouldn’t do is make peace.”

Martin asked casually, leaning on the rail beside him. Lorenzo didn’t answer directly. "You recorded it? Or hacked it?" Martin shrugged. "Does it matter? The important thing is: I have it." "What do you want? Money?" Lorenzo asked, already fishing for how deep this would go. Martin let out a low chuckle. "Money? Please. That’s too simple. No, I want something much more useful." He turned, locking eyes with Lorenzo. "I want access. You’re Raphael's brother. You work inside his empire. I want you to be my eyes and ears. Feed me information. Sabotage when necessary. Undermine quietly."

The meeting continued. Leonard Kim, head of the Shadow Mafia in Italy, stood after a moment. He had that measured look, like every word was chosen for effect. “Sir Eric, the other mafia organizations in America are in chaos. Since those three major groups were arrested with heavy evidence from a government spy, they’ve been scrambling to find new alliances.” I set my phone aside and faced him. “Indeed.” “I think you should be careful,” he said, eyes looking at me. “Of course.”

She had marched straight into Marcus Grigo's territory alone. I turned sharply, pacing across the marble floors of the lobby again while Greta hurried after me. "Try her number again." I ordered. "I already did." Greta said helplessly. "She's not answering." "Try again." Without argument, she immediately redialed the number while I continued pacing restlessly. Goddammit, Carla. The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. How reckless could one woman possibly be? Marcus Grigo wasn't just some spoiled rich brat throwing tantrums on social media. He was the current head of one of the most dangerous mafia families in the city. Men had disappeared for less than bruising the Grigo family's

“He made it possible for you to live, and this is my own way of thanking him. He did all this for his mother. Why should I abandon him after getting what I wanted?” “Ava, are you hearing yourself?” Peter’s voice hardened. “Don’t be fooled by his generosity. Men like that don’t change overnight.” I pulled my hand away from his. “There’s a rumor about him being in the mafia. There’s a whole conspiracy surrounding him. I did quite a lot of research about him, and something is not adding up.” “I don’t care.” The words came out immediately. Peter stared at me. “I’m not leaving until my contract ends. Matter of fact, he has agreed to terminate my contract after one year if his mother gets well.”

His entire aura gave off a 'fuck off' vibe that was both intriguing and intimidating. Alistair Regan seemed to have an eternally disgruntled expression on his face, like he was pissed off with everyone and everything. It was obvious that he wasn't a people person. His perpetual glare only added to his brawny good looks. He had bronze hair, brown eyes and was built like a tank. From Andre, I learned that he ran the Irish mafia and his territory spread throughout the British isles. Jason Drakatos, the head of the greek mafia was a quiet one that only nodded a greeting at me before turning back to his phone. He had a dark and mysterious vibe with his buzzcut dyed

Since I have become his human diary, I know everything that there is to know about Arrigo. Leonardo has enjoyed the success and benefits that have come with being the first cousin of the Leonardo Mafia don. The Leonardo Mafia is the most notorious mafia in the whole of Italy and the world. They run the biggest drug trade operation, weapon trade and sex ring. They are what we have been taught to believe about mafia’s: ruthless. They bribe world leaders with millions in cash and kill spies who dare get too close.

, and I flipped him the middle finger. "My wife sent me here to check up on you." I sat up , paying him my full attention now. "How did you hear of the fire so fast." I had warned my team to keep it under wraps. "You forget I have my sources" I nodded understanding immediately what he meant. A huge part of the ballotelli family controlled the mafia and the dark part of Greece. "Well, I lost some money but I'll be fine." I shrugged because it was true. It was a loss, but it wasn't the end of the world.

But I inevitably felt frustrated when I remember he mentioned the sex slave thingy. "D-damien, you're joking right?" I laughed along with that because I wanted to hide my frustration. "Sabrina, I'm not just a businessman but, I'm a mafia king too. A dominant and a sadist. I like to play in the bed but to someone I want. I have flings before but no one of them ever pass my standards." I was just stunned by what he said. I didn’t know what to say because I was surprised too.