Greek Mafia Novels & Stories

“Stop, stop, I’ll tell you!” “Oh no, you don’t want me to use my talent? Fine, start speaking.” “I’m not going to tell you the name of the leader because even I don’t know. I’m just one of the lower-class men, but I do know some things. It’s the Greek mafia. They are not only going to go after Gianni at this point.” My brows furrowed, my head whipping up to his face. I gripped his chin tightly with my hands. “What the hell do you mean by that? What do you mean by they are not only going to go after Gianni? Who else are they going to go after?”

Third Person Pov: Thomas Allen is one of the most ruthless leaders in the mafia gang Hayden Wren heads. Its known as 'Python'. Recently, there's been a fued between the two, hence; Thomas moved to Dubai. The members of the gang thought things would dissolve over time... but it didn't. Communication seized between the two for the past two years. Now, Thomas is back to set things right.

I ordered and they immediately leave. "Why have you been stealing from me?" Pontus refuses to answer. Punching him in the face my ring cuts his cheek. "Tell me." I demanded. He spits his blood onto the floor and laughs this evil laugh. "Oh Basil, why did you think I did it? I want what you have." He grins, blood stains his teeth. "I'm the rightful heir to the Greek mafia, it was my family first that had the title." "What about your sons?" I asked, even though Timothy's dead he still has Jason.

The woman chuckled at the Greek god before she walked away. “Lock her up in the room she was in. We’ll deal with her later.” The Greek god glared at the naïve guy before he too walked away. Well… That was nice. “What are you guys? A small group of murderers or something?” I asked the naïve guy as he took hold of my arm and dragged me back upstairs. “This is serious business, little girl. This is mafia business.” he replied darkly. Really? They let such naïve and foolish people be a part of something that even the richest of the rich fear?

And to worsen the situation, his bodyguards stood like statues, blocking the exits. Hannah, who had been chatting with someone at the bar, finally noticed what was happening. Her face went pale as she hurried over. "Scarlett?" she asked, her voice shaky. Then she looked at Liam, and her eyes widened in recognition. "Wait, you’re…" Her voice trailed off, and I saw the fear flash across her face. She knew him. Everyone seemed to know him. Liam DeLuca, the godfather of some gang, Europe’s biggest mafia—at least that was what Hannah had told me earlier today in class.

Svetlana Yulia Kozlovsky The specters of my ruin looked less than concerned if even this wreck was going to end in a heart arrest. The Giannini's was your typical shark in grey waters. Territorial, power-hungry, and predators of sharp teeth with a jaw to regenerate a new set every fortnight. To them, Mafia was their family gridiron with acquaintances and consociate on every nook and cranny. They come up strong with cohesive reciprocities pulling them at leverage.

"Oh.......you mean the two men who started the first mafia in Italy?" "Si. Arthur Gionovese and Triton Arivonese. They were best friends and through the ages our families were close...well up until Cardinal's day." "Who's running the Gionovese Joint now?" "I believe one of the men who worked in my mafia up until the point where he kidnapped her." I thought "His name is Damanico Gionovese. His mafia was in trouble when he entered our mafia when we started and we bailed him out. He kept his mafia hidden as he thinks I don't know that he's a boss and I know he's been using his mafia. His location and home is completely unknown."

I'm thinking the last one was pretty spot on. " I mean- He's just Killian Russel.. a ruthless billionaire who does whatever he wants " He nodded his head. " Interesting.... " He said and I stood up. Walking away from him I silently went into a room which was just Madam A and Delilah. Madam A didn't notice me a since she was turned and Delilah didn't either. She banged her stick. " Again " Delilah prepped herself before she turned swinging her back leg up but failing to hold it.

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.

Europe. For most of the young people in that crowded neighborhood, the quest for the American dream took the form of illegal gambling, bootlegging and bootlegging. The East Side, therefore, The Mob Girl 16 became a haven for bandits and, ultimately, the birthplace of the Mafia, both Italian and Jewish. During the 1930s and 1940s, Arlyne's father made his fortune through scams, but his main desire was to have his two daughters respected. The youngest opted for a life of righteousness. In her position as older sister, Arlyne had the opportunity to do the same, but declined and preferred to follow the example of her maternal grandmother, owner of a funeral home in the neighborhood and a woman