Greek Mafia Novels & Stories

Grandpa cleared his throat before continuing, 'I assumed you know that Leonardo is with the Italian Mafia? I went pale right away and nodded my head yes. So this was it? They didn't want me together with him? "Well, we were too. Our real names are Gabrielle and Raffaelle Morelli. I saved your Leonardo. I was third in command of his father, the previous Don. I killed the key player of his enemies in retaliation for the attempt to kill his son. And, I took a bullet for Leonardo when he was still a kid." My body went cold. Drained of energy. Lies. All my life has been a big fat lie.

“What if Nickolas didn’t actually die? What if he somehow survived, and Noah… what if Noah is deeply connected to him somehow?” Ren’s eyes widened sharply, his jaw tightening immediately. “Hold on a minute, Enzo,” he said, stepping closer to me. “Nickolas is dead. Your father made absolutely sure of that years ago. Him and his entire lineage. You know what the Vengas were—leeches who could steal a wolf’s power simply by touching them. If Noah was a Vengas, you’d be completely drained by now, with no strength or power left. Do you feel anything like that happening to you?”

He asked and somehow I knew his obvious panic wasn’t just because I had slept with another man. “You know him?” I had to ask. “Brielle,” Finn said, sounding like his soul had left his body. “That’s Dante Moretti.” He exclaimed, like he was someone I was supposed to recognize but I failed to. “Am I supposed to know him?” I just had to ask again. “You should,” Cassandra breathed. “Everyone knows who the Morettis are.” “Can someone just tell me what is happening?! Who are the fucking Morettis?” “They’re mafia,” Finn whispered, not even bothering to hide his panic. “They run half the damn city, Bri.” My blood turned to ice that instant. What the heck have I gotten myself into?

“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?”

* * * * * * * * * * PD Luciana wandered through the villa's garden, the scent of blooming flowers and freshly cut grass filling her lungs. But her mind wasn't on the serene surroundings. Alessandro's words echoed in her thoughts; "Antonio's family is Mafia... they're ruthless. They'll stop at nothing to get what they want." She shivered, despite the warmth of the sun on her skin. The Mafia's reputation was notorious - brutal killings, extortion, and corruption. They operated in the shadows, and their influence reached the highest echelons of power.

"I guess there is no need in keeping any more secrets from you. I am Luciano Greco, the capo dei capi of the Italian-American mafia. I am the don of the mafia" His confession got me speechless for a while as I tried to process what he just said. Did he mean mafia like an illegal criminal organisation?! And he was their head!? "Wait wait. Luciano you run a criminal organisation? Like illegal activities against the law?" I almost exclaimed. Luciano shrugged his shoulders, "Well if you put it that way moglie. But yes. The mafia is very dangerous. It is a world of guns and blood. Death and gun brawls are the norms and as the don, I have so many enemies but my years of training has equipped me wi

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.

Mike immediately walked in and closed the door behind him. "Boss, You were right..." he replied extending a tabloid towards Nathan. The tabloid had some of the recorded videos. "Michael is back..." Nathan's eyes narrowed as he saw the footage on the screen. Michael Grayson, aka Gaga, was like a sworn enemy to Nathan, leading one of the mafia gang in Italy. He was both dangerous and ruthless. Though Nathan was also related to the mafia, he always had his hands clean. Unlike him, Michael's gang deals with all sorts of illegal activities. Killing, smuggling improper contents were his normal businesses.

the man replied as he rose up, "...I will get back to you till you agree, Matthew." "You're wasting your time, Val Cruz," Ace said. The man sighed and shrugged his shoulders. "We'll see what happens." He then turned away from him and left the room. That man has been bothering him for years. And it's evident that Ace has no desire to join any mafia organization. He may have been recognized as a gang leader since then, but he will never join a risky organization dealing with illicit activities. He founded his gang, The Greeks, while in college, and he claims that several hazardous organizations are terrified of him and his gang. And now they're asking him to join their organization?

How are you? It takes me a second to register that the voice that broke into my apartment, wearing an expensive dark suit exuding power like it’s second skin, belongs to one of my cousins, whom I haven’t seen in a long time, Nikolas Skandalakis. My oldest cousin, who is also the head of the Greek Mafia. I take a deep breath to calm myself down from the fright he gave me while he chuckles, turning to face me with a small, crooked smile. "Forgive me, I didn't mean to scare you." He says, with a thick accent.