Hot Italian Mafia Men Novels & Stories

"I keep wondering if everyone here has that same approach." Arching one brow, her intrigue piqued, she followed my line of sight. "Oh." "You see?" I edged closer to her to whisper. "I noticed Fidelis not really caring about their being here last night." "Well, we do get a lot of them from time to time." Fatima sighed and rubbed her face. "With all the violence they cause or are victims of, yeah, all those Mafia men are frequent customers around here." She watched with me as Fidelis laughed and smiled with one of the Italians. The slicked-back hair and tattoos on the man's hand marked him like the others. "And Fidelis's born and raised here in the Big Apple. He's not gonna be bothered by it."

Olivia says. "Ooh, I forgot. Your Daddy is the Godfather of the Italian Mafia, isn't he? You want a secret to be safe, don't you? If I were you, I would think twice before turning me down. What do you think the world will do if they find out that Riccardo Marino is the Italian Mafia's Godfather," Peter says. Olivia smiles. And she shakes her head.

Niko said as he strolled into the tiny apartment I'd rented for the week. I didn't even look up. Just buried my face in my hands. "You're the last person I want to see." He ignored that. Of course he did. "I'm your favorite person," he said with that crooked smile that never quite fit his face. He was a hard man built from glass shards and iron will. He'd been Capo of the Italian mafia, and now here he was, standing in my kitchen like a bad memory, holding a suit like we were about to play dress-up.

He grudgingly faced the contract and grabbed a pen to sign it. "Great. Now get out. I'll see you when I need you"I ordered, venom laced in my tone. He stumped out my office whilst I watched him go with a satisfied smirk. "Stefano looked very angry when he walked out of your office" Marco, one of my capos said with a chuckle as he walked into my office. Marco was not only part of my mafia but he was like a brother to me. I could count on him whenver I needed him. We were like fire and ice.

"I've got to close this chapter before it gets late. Search for her now. Be prepared for the last wave, Mr.Venomous. Be prepared to lose everything and every precious person in your life. I promised my father that I'd take revenge. I'll fulfill my promise at any cost." Every single person in this mafia world is confined to a complex web. They keep searching for each other and end their game. Henry is searching for Oliver, while Oliver is trying to end Henry. Henry enters a dark room where a man is nothing but his private hacker. He's working on his computer with full focus while Henry touches his back. "Boss, his name is Oliver Moore. He is an international don. He doesn't usually stay in th

He had a tall and straight figure, rough short hair, and eyes as deep as a bottomless sea of stars. In the back of her mind, she thought he looked familiar. “I need space” his cold voice echoed from behind as the corridor was blocked by them, Tony turned to see the owner of the voice but instead he trembled to see the man, they were two men. One was Luca Greco, the rude mafia lord who returned to the country yesterday with his three sisters. He was feared by everyone because of his merciless attitude and also the fact that he had the law by his side. The other man standing a few inches behind him was Marco Santoro, he was known as the ‘Spin man’. He was Luca’s, trusted man.

Lea startled with furrowed eyes and if I'm not wrong I think she's hiding something from me. "Before leaving from France my father told me if ever I need some help, call Mr. Damon," I utter. "But what do you need?" Lea asked me, "we can give you anything just tell us," her face overwhelmed with worried expression. "No, that's not the matter, actually before coming to Sicily I found a strange information about my dad, it was documents in which was written that my father is a mafia and his actual name is Mr. Trinidad that's why I think maybe I should talk with Mr. Damon he might help me,"

I asked, glancing briefly at the men who hadn't noticed us talking about them. "Babe, that's number Two in the Levels of Wealth. The 'Filthy Rich'. Those men there are the Russian Cartel members. The one in the middle, the older man is their boss. He's a Mafia, beside him are drug lords with huge ass cartels all over the city. I don't even like serving them. Because any slip up and your head can be mounted on the wall." Olivia widened her head, shaking her head and turning us away from them. Mafias? Cartel? Drug Lords? Was that even real? I thought all these only happened in movies, not in real life?!

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.

“He’s friends with the Italian Mafia,” “The Lucchese Mafia Don?” there’s a frown on the Mafia man. “Bastian Saltzman?” “Yes! That’s him. Do you think it’s him?” The Mafia man doesn’t answer right away, deep in thought. “I cannot confirm,” he said after a while. “Bastian’s a complicated case. He’s a demanding man. He doesn’t just help people without expecting something in return. Yes, it’s possible. Admittedly, he’s more powerful than me, but I know how he works. This isn’t his doing,”