Greek Mafia Novels & Stories

She rolled her eyes in her thought and continued reading. Basil C. Zafeiriou is the 12th Greek Mafia Boss in Zafeiriou line. After his father's death he continued the legacy of their family at the young age of sixteen years old... She covered her mouth in shocked. "Oh, my gosh! You got to be kidding me."

Her throat was still sore from the blow job just now. "Remember the last time I took you to a mafia boss's house? He's Harding. A dangerous guy. I pissed him off so he's going to find me for revenge. So we have to stay out of Italy for the time being, until I get rid of all of his mafia gangs then we'll return." At the mention of Harding, Darryl's eyes flashed with cunning.

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

Even if Michael himself had walked past her, Aurora would have paid no attention. Taking a deep breath, Vicky began explaining. “You know how socialite families are ranked, right?” Aurora nodded. “The Romano family is among the very top—Class A—along with four other families. But within the Romano family, Michael is not just anyone. He’s infamous, even in the organization. They say he’s ruthless… merciless. Someone you don’t ever cross. As for us, the Greyharts, we’re only ranked Class B. So, no matter how much I want to break this marriage… I can’t interfere.”

They had become enemies, and he had nearly died at Valentine's hands—the idea of warning him was absurd. To erase Valentine from his mind, Eugene thought about the Russian mafia he would soon meet. Commonly known as the Red Mafia, they were notorious for their cruelty. After the collapse of the Soviet Union, many elites including military generals and government officials had been absorbed into the Red Mafia. Unlike Italian mafia who valued family and honor, the Red Mafia was a thoroughly corporate-style organization that moved solely for profit.

I didn’t recognize that name at all. “Makris Drakos is the Mafia king of the Greek mafia. Your mother was a mafia princess—is a mafia princess since she went back. There are rumors that Makris is sick and none of his children want to take over. They want your mother to take his place.” I laughed thinking it was a joke but Emilio wasn’t smiling. He was dead serious. “No, my mother is not a mafia princess…” “She is. It took all my connections but I finally figured out why she was so hard to find. Her father is one of the most ruthless leaders in the world and if she was raised by him, she’s probably just like him.

The mafia side built empires on the things those systems couldn't see. By 7:45 I was in the Maybach again, heading to the Bronx warehouse. Marco drove silent. I scrolled messages ,rival moves in Queens, a shipment delay in Jersey, a name I hadn't heard in years Enzo Bianchi surfacing in whispers.I closed the tablet. Some ghosts you didn't chase. You waited for them to come to you.Warehouse district smelled of rust and salt water. Luca waited outside the loading dock, cigarette between his fingers."Boss," he said, falling in step. "Everything's accounted for. No leaks.""Good."Inside crates stacked high, men in black jackets unloading discreetly. I walked the rows, checking seals. One crate h

He stands up straighter, towering over me, his dark eyes swirling with a storm of secrets he refuses to share. “I’m a mafia leader, Harper. There is always someone out there trying to get at me,” he says bluntly, his chest rising and falling heavily. He looks away from me, a flash of genuine pain crossing his face. “And now, they can hurt you to get to me. You’re a weakness.”

“Congratulations, Boss!” Without waiting for the celebration, Drake turned on his heel and walked out of the church. Amy followed closely behind, flanked by a sea of suits and heavy artillery. The moment the heavy church doors slammed shut behind them, the priest’s knees gave out, and he collapsed onto the altar floor, completely unconscious. Meanwhile, across the city, the atmosphere was entirely different. Inside the fortified syndicate of the Blood Pact Mafia. The second largest crime syndicate in Italy. Athan, a hardened man in his early fifties, sat high on a leather chair that served as his throne. The air in his private chambers was thick with the pungent, sweet scent of a heavy blunt

There are predators, there are scavengers, and there are parasites. The Italian Mafia Families are top of the food chain, with me on the throne at the loftiest point. The Russian Bratva, before I recently dismantled them, are also in the upper echelons. I know they’ll recover and take up their position again eventually, as is their right. We’re predators. We hunt, we kill, but we have rules. We operate in the shadows because silence is profitable. The Greeks, much as it pains me to admit it, straddle the line between predator and scavenger. And scavengers are an integral part of the ecosystem.