Hot Italian Mafia Men Novels & Stories

That bastard was on our black list already, he just didn't know it yet. And the fact that he wanted this Americano girl so badly, he'd strike a deal with her pathetic family. What a shame. “We are not finished yet, Zayla.” I mumbled, letting my Italian accent slip. Her brows knitted, then her eyes widened with the realization, that I was Italian. The Italian men were dreaded. People said it was the old money that made us ruthless — powerful crime lords with blood-stained legacies. And the scary part? They weren’t wrong.

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

“Because the way he tossed you out, doesn’t that feel familiar? Doesn’t it feel like what men like him always do once they’re done using you? He let you go because he doesn’t need you anymore. His deal is more important to him and he would give you away just to get what he wants.” He took a step closer, voice tightening. “If he really loved you, he would’ve fought for you. He would’ve told me no, even if it risked the deal. But he didn’t. He let you walk, because he's done with you. You weren’t some cherished woman he couldn’t let go of. You were nothing more than a bargaining chip.” “Stop it,” I said, rising to my feet. He stood too, voice low and burning. “Your father, what would he think

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.

he chuckled "You might be right, he won't hurt you but think about your love ones." My heart sank. My brother... He got nothing to do with this! "Don't you dare touch them!" I yelled at his face causing him to smirk devilishly. "Behave, and we won't." then he walked out with Leila. I looked at the food tray. The pasta was for dinner. I was hungry but I didn't want to be under his control. Dimitri DiFronzo... The most well-known devil mafia king in Italy. How did I entangle my life in this mafia world? Why Emily?

saying as he flicked the cigarette onto the floor. My eyes followed the cigarette butt landing on the ground before I looked back at him, "Pick it up..." He let out a laugh, he jerked his head to one of his men, "Pick it up, Gavin," he faced me with a smug look, "Is there a reason for this visit, Vitelli?" I nodded, getting straight to the point, "Black Hand Extortion is something Don Nikolai Costello doesn't want in his territory. You work for La Cosa Nostra not the fucking Camorra."

What is shown on the screen almost gives me a heart attack. Pictures and posts of police adverts searching for Luciano. Luciano is on the list of the most wanted Mafia in almost ten countries. Videos of the murders committed by Luciano, also known as Bullet, show up. The posts keep opening one after the other nonstop. I cannot believe what I am seeing. I feel sick to my stomach and cannot stop shaking. What the hell did I get myself into? How can a young man as young as him do such terrifying acts? I jump off the bed, trying to make sense of everything.

Now all was left was Gianni’s version of events how worse could this fucked up family really get? Now sitting in the lounge Gianni sat opposite her, a still very attractive almost sixty year old Italian man he had aged well considering his role in the Mafia. He’d gave up his status as the Mafia king when Metteo had turned twenty one as he was in no rush to leave education.

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.

Kyle agreed, because what Alessandro advised is reasonable and practical. In Peru, Kairo is searching for his grandfather. He received a tip from one of his contacts that a man similar to Russell Bianchi was seen entering the country two decades ago. It takes some power over government officials to dig for information for that long. But everyone in the mafia world are eager to help Kairo and Alessandro. Because they all know that Kairo is now one among Alessandro's tight knit of friends. Helping Kairo means getting into the good graces of the most powerful mob bosses in the world. They all want to become allies with Alessandro and his friends. So they all tried and helped Kairo where they co