Her Scary Six Mafia Brothers Novels & Stories

Dante jolted awake, gasping as if he'd just run a marathon. It wasn’t a dream. It was the brutal truth. There it was, heavy on his shoulders—the legacy and curse of his father. Vittorio Bellandi. The man who had etched his name into the Calabrian mafia with blood and fear, but who now lived only in shadows that refused to fade. The cold floor greeted his bare feet as he stood. Heart racing. No time to think.

"I don't quite understand." He chuckled, a low, dry sound that sent an involuntary chill racing down my spine. "Oh, I think you do." Without warning, he reached for the hem of his tuxedo shirt and lifted it just enough to reveal a long, jagged scar across his torso. "My little brother has always had a bit of a temper. He gave me this when we were kids. One slash and everything changed. He's the one who killed our mother, you know. Stabbed her through the heart in a fit of rage and then blamed our father. The monster you're married to… he's been one since he was a boy." The information I'd received didn't really move me. In the mafia world, sons killed fathers just to take over an empire that

He answers, without a glint of emotion, “Santino Martino’s gang member, he had been hired to kill me and the gang is my biggest rival.” I empty one bottle of wine, effortlessly. Great! I am seated with a gangster. I say, “Alessandro…” His eyes light up when I take his name. I clear my throat and continue, “Alessandro, you are a part of the mafia, what if I die?” He says, “Well, I cannot assure you that you won’t be under attack by marrying me, but you will be safe.” I say, “Screw the attack, I am scared of guns and gunshots, it terrorizes me. Besides, I don’t trust you.” He takes time to think, then says, “Look, Amber..” Not again, the last time he said that my mind took a steep turn in his

" On your right side. Turn the lamp on. " Catalina found the switch and pressed it. As soon as she touched it, an alarm went off. The pakhan snatched the gun from her hands and with one hand pushed her on the bed with him. She collided with his naked hard chest and now the gun rested on her cleavage. " Rule number 1 . Never believe a Mafia. " He laughed loudly and footsteps echoed in the corridor. The door opened with several men in there and one of them switched on the lights at last.

Amelia cupped Andres’ face, her hands trembling. Lucas glanced at them. "Fucking hell." Thiago’s eyes burned into Andres. Lucas turned to him. "Give her space," Lucas said. "She just got him back." "He touched her," Thiago spat. "Amelia, maybe we should..." Three jeeps pulled into the driveway, cutting him off. "What the fuck?" Lucas said, his gun already drawn. The Luna brothers stepped out, guns raised. "Nice trick, Andres," Jose, the older brother, said. "Say your goodbyes this time."

written by Isabella The air seemed to thicken as he stood there, his presence commanding attention. The old lady's eyes flickered upward, her gaze meeting his for a brief moment before she looked away, her expression unreadable. The granddaughter, however, couldn't help but stare, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and fascination. The little girl, Violet, flinched in fear as she met eyes with the mafia man, Shawn. She quickly hid behind her grandmother, her eyes wide with terror. Shawn's expression was cold and calculating, his deep voice firm as he asked, "Why are you here?"

I made a fist as I stared up at him. “Dante,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “Someone will see us. Alistair—” He let out a low, humorless chuckle. “Alistair is busy drinking his weight in brandy and bragging about his new prize.” He closed the distance in a few long, predatory strides, his shadow swallowing me whole, shielding me from the ballroom windows. I could feel the heat of his body radiating toward me, heating up my cold skin. “This is the mafia, Julianna,” he said, his voice a rough rasp. “It’s dangerous. It’s risky. Don’t you know what you signed up for?”

he replied, his voice low and even. Ivy's surprise turned to astonishment. She knew her brothers were involved in the mafia, but she had never expected to see them in a setting like this. Julian, Lucas, and Ethan—all three of them were here mingling with the other leaders as if they belonged. She had always known her brothers were powerful, but she had never realized the extent of their involvement in the mafia. She knew what the mafia was, of course—who didn't? But her brothers had always kept her away from that world, shielding her from the dangers and complexities of their business dealings. After a traumatic accident when she was just a child, they had sent her away to another country fo

I take a drag of the cigar in my hand, resisting the urge to grab a gun and fire at the five men in my room, including my cousin. Project Six is a project I initiated weeks ago to hunt down the members of the mafia society that has gone rogue and taken the violence to an uncontrolled level of insanity. The men once worked under my father, betrayed him and caused his death, a few even worked under me. Some longer than others, some brutal than others. But it always ended the same way – with me hanging a piece of blackmail over their heads and them succumbing, or straight out death. Project Six was supposed to be easier, contained, nothing like the last five projects that preceded it.

"I'm the leader of a mafia group." There was silence in the room as the brothers kept looking at each other. Juilliard trying to see if what Richard said was actually true. Richard is trying to read how his brother took the news. "Are you serious about this? You lead a mafia?" "Yes. I won't be saying more about that due to privacy reasons and also to keep you safe." ' My brother is more dangerous than I thought. He not only hunts other human species but he's also a mafia leader! Wow, I really didn't know anything about him then.'