How To Become A Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

That’s what the security guard from the entrance says, though. And by the looks of the bartender, he never thought that this young boy would become a thug looking man's boss. “Uhm, Boss?” The huge build man came over again. This time, he’s holding a phone with someone’s name flashed on the screen. It was the CEO of Gambino Group of Company, one of their company’s huge investor. “Liam of Gambino is looking for you. He says that you need to come at the office for immediate meeting about the finance rate of the company. You have to come or else their investments will be pulled out.”

She said in a breath, genuinely irritated by the Man's inability to spot out the disparities in the atmosphere. That was the first sign of every great Mafia. You pay attention to detail, know when things are headed north or south. But over the years it seems as though the button men of families wait until they become members before the begin to put on these qualities. Anyone who goes down that route never makes it to the top alive, how'd you think I'm able to walk with my two feet as an Underboss until now? I assure you, it's not luck. “Let's get going” Gina beckoned with a nudge on my shoulder.

Some even give up before they start. This is among the petitions they send everyday. The way I conduct the initiation. The elders and their pussy relatives are always complaining about how hard I go on them. As if the organization would survive if I didn't have the best men. Sometimes I think they're willing to destroy everything just to see me gone. But that will never happen. Even if I lost it all today, I would build everything from the ground up again. Surviving five years as a mafia boss hasn't been easy. In a world dominated by ruthless men, I had to work twice as hard for them to just know my name. I had to be vicious and make decisions at the drop of a hat. To kill or not kill a man.

That was the most foolish thing she would have done. "Nathan, what are you doing? Who said that I want to go overseas with you?" "I am just trying to keep you safe so that my brother does not harm you. Do you know what mafia bosses do to people who betray them and take them for granted?" "Who is a mafia boss?" "They deal with all kinds of dark business and drugs. Once they catch a traitor, they kill them and then they sell their organs to the black market. Believe it or not, my brother is the president of all mafia bosses in the entire city."

Below us, my city lay in perfect silence, blanketed in snow and secrets. Ours now. No, mine. At least, that’s what it had always been about. Power, control, bloodless succession and becoming Pakhan not just of my father’s empire, but of all five Bratva families. Uniting them under one iron fist—mine. And I was close. So fucking close I could taste it. One year. That was all I needed. A stable marriage. A loyal image. A way to sever ties with Rojas as a supplier and move everything through Mexico instead. Then Luna could walk away. I could become the boss of all bosses.

he said softly "You're not the same ever since Jennifer stepped in. You're slowly changing into something else. What's happening to my younger brother?" I looked up but I heard the door close and I clenched a fist with my hand. What the heck is going on with me? "Don't stress over it." her voice said as she came out the shadows of the room "They're not worth it. Once you have the mafia you don't need them to become the best." I looked up at her as she stood in front of me. "But their important me." I said "No they're not." she sat down on my lap gently "Not when you're the boss of the mafia. They just have to do as they're told. You have me. You don't need them. They'll just hold you back."

It’s eat or be eaten in my world. It didn’t matter what history I had with a person. In the end, everybody was just out here trying to survive. And that was all that I was doing. I was joining the Mafia as a means of learning how to survive. As a means of protection. I was going to become the biggest goddamn drug dealer in the whole of Birmingham. I was going to become the Mafia Kingpin. The don. The Mob Boss. I was going to learn the game. I was going to take over Steve’s Mafia after learning how to defend myself. After proving myself to him. After showing him that I was capable.

Long moments of silence passed between us, and when I was sure he had recovered from the trauma of recounting a sad tale he’d probably kept buried away, I cleared my throat to get his attention. “You do know the kind of work I do, don’t you?” He turned his face to me, his eyes red-rimmed. “To some extent, yeah,” he replied, nodding. I scoffed, turning around and pushing the door open. “Well, if your father is an officer of the law, Luca, what does that make me?” “A criminal?” I snapped my fingers as I walked into the room. “Bingo.” I turned to him, signaling him to come in. “That’s right. I’m a mafia boss, Luca, and when I take you under my wings, you become a criminal too. Are you cool with

Still, I would have thought he would have passed it down to a man, regardless if he was blood or not. My name was Eric Connall, the boss of the American mafia. At eighteen, I was handed the Mafia to control and to make it the most dominant in the world. Now at twenty-five, I lived a lifestyle that involved drinking, drugs, and women. My mafia duties were not neglected, and I was known to be ruthless and unforgiving. People didn't dare cross my path because that was the last thing they would ever do.

My breakthrough. I will now be the new American mafia Boss. The most wanted criminal. Yes, that's what I want. Hunter is just too scared, he doesn't kill or fight like he should. My reign will be different, I want to be the most feared and dangerous person in the world. Power and authority will be in my hands. My phone rang and I picked up. "Boss! Bad news!"