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.”

"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." Lorenzo recoiled slightly. "You want me to betray my brother?" Martin's smile didn't waver. "I want you to help me destroy him." "You’re insane." "Maybe. But I have the video. And I know how to make it go viral. Police, press, social media. You'll be roasted alive." Lorenzo balled his fists. "You're blackmailing me." "Let's call it bargaining." Silence stretched between them as the city lights shimmered below.

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

“Which means we need to be extremely careful with whoever we choose.” He leaned closer slightly. “And let’s not forget there’s a chance the person eventually finds out about your mafia business.” My eyes narrowed instantly. “So what exactly are you suggesting?” Michael tapped his fingers thoughtfully against his glass before speaking. “We need someone desperate. Someone who needs money badly enough to agree to your conditions.” Michael paused meaningfully. “Someone who has something… or someone… important to lose.” My expression slowly sharpened with interest. “That makes sense,” I admitted. “But the problem is almost everybody is desperate for money these days.”

He runs the Italian mafia for gods sake, that is nothing I can take lightly. It could never work, right?

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