Greek Mafia Novels & Stories

Tony said simply. “What like the Mafia?” Said Grace shocked. “The Mafia is the Italian version, you already met Xan who is the Chinese Gang Syndicate leader and you already met the European one as well!" Tony said carefully. “Xan, that arsehole I just stared down?” Grace said and Tony nodded. "Who is the European one?” She asked quickly. Tony sighed and said “Kurt Blackwood!” There was a silence as the blood drained out of Grace’s face. She felt like someone had ripped her heart out and kicked her in the stomach at the same time.

I'll do whatever you tell me but please I don't want to be stabbed like this" I nodded and my man lifted him up. "Who sent you?" "Carlo Mancini" my hand clenched tightly. That bastard , Dante's brother has the nerve to mess with me even though I warned him last time to get the hell out, now that his brother is dead he wants to claim his inheritance. Carlo is a leader of the Russian mafia, after his father exiled him for sewer his bastard and left everything to his legitimate son Dante, but Carlo is as powerful as me, but he still tried to defeat me several times.

superciliousness, and cynicism, all of which exude negative energy. Despite his scintillating and resplendent appearance, his activities are dreary and hideous, and he is regarded as the worst human being people might ever encounter. His profession and character have earned him the hatred of those who have encountered him, as he engages in merciless killings, portraying the worst form of selfishness as a mafia leader who delights in darkening the lives of others. Jacob Kyler is a 29-year-old man who has gained notoriety as one of the most powerful mafia leaders in Washington DC, recognized both locally and internationally for his influence and authority in the underworld. He possesses a str

" Luca was taken aback. Family? From the investigation that was carried out by Adonis, they knew he was close to the Grecos but why would a member of the Spanish mafia accomodate them? In their world, loyalty meant a lot, and the moment a person is kicked out for being disloyal, words spread fast, resulting in less association with the fellow. Surely he knew the Grecos were kicked out of the Italian mafia. It didn't add up. "How much did Adonis tell you about your father?" "That he was just a regularly paid caretaker?" Cara answered with her lips flattened in a thin line. It was a memory she wished she didn't have, a memory she didn't like to think about.

The mafia was unpredictable, for all I could know this might be a rival gang, and I was hoping that was not the case. "Calm your horses, they're my gang." Nico confirmed curtly. I was scared of meeting them as a thousand torture scenes flashed through my mind and I knew that they were going to drag out my death. “Why are you doing all of this? Why not just kill me and be done with all of this madness?” "Heh..." A brief mocking laughter came. "Kill you? As much as I would love to do that, I can't do it at least not yet. I have a deal with the consigliere who happens to be your father.”

“They’re brothers. Mafia in Sicily. The head honcho, Aamon De Luca, their dad, was killed.” My mind keeps drifting back to something I caught on TV a while back in Sierra’s office. She seemed to know the brothers and had a soft spot for one of them. I squint, trying to recall her exact words. She was pretty specific, like there was more beneath the surface. I thought about digging deeper then, but it didn’t seem relevant to either of my jobs. “The organization is falling apart. Nolan and Flint are on the brink of a full-blown war.” “And?” How well does Sierra really know these guys? Sometimes, the ties between people run deeper than they look.

Everyone is already aware of my barely contained fury. "What do you all have for me?" I demanded, scanning the faces before me. "That fucker broke into my house, my house that was supposed to be safe, and fucking took Aria from her bed. So you all better start talking or heads will be rolling." Viktor always the first to speak stepped forward, tablet in hand. "Riccardo Lion, mid-thirties, Albanian origin but operates primarily out of New York and Vegas. He's made significant inroads into our territory over the past year, mostly loan sharking and money laundering through casinos."

He was popularly known as 'the multiple faced mafia' because a lot of people have heard of him but haven't seen him even most of his employees and thugs. The closest person to him is Juliet who had been with him since she was a child and she had even only seen him once when she was five years old and training in martial arts. She had been raised by an old nanny as long as she could remember, it was only one day at her traning center he came to see how she was faring. It wad after he left they told her he is the dreaded mafia lord. Many speculated he was born wicked. But is anyone born wicked? No! His rough childhood made him what he is.

Liliac POV: I stared out the window of my plane watching the clouds go by, while on one hand was a letter from my grandfather asking me to return to Greece. I spent most of my life in the US studying after the death of my parents, Grandfather thought it was better for me to stay away from all these until he could finally call me home. My name is Liliac Roman, Granddaughter of Roman Derez, the God father of the City of Greece and the most ruthless Mafia kingpin in the whole of Greece.

“You… seem to really like our boss. So even if I tell you the truth, I don’t think you’ll believe it.” “I’ll believe it.” Something about the look in Araceli’s eyes told her she already knew. Paula sighed. “He’s part of the mafia. Actually, he’s not just a pear. He’s the don.” Araceli swallowed. “Can you explain what that means?” “The mafia’s a criminal organization,” Paula said quietly. “They’re involved in everything—drugs, weapons, trafficking. They control businesses. Politicians. Judges.” “And… murder?” Araceli whispered.