How To Become A Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

Whether he was blood or not. I am the American mafia's leader, Ace Hernandez. When I was seventeen, I was given the mafia to run and to build the most powerful organization on the planet. At the age of 25, I lead a lifestyle that includes drinking, using drugs, and dating women. My mafia obligations were not ignored. I had a reputation for being brutal and unforgiving. That's the last thing you'd ever do: step in my path.

All I had to do now was to lay out the hard facts in front of him and take away whatever foundation he was standing on from right under his feet. “There’s nothing to explain because all you have are empty promises, Angelo. Like any other business, a mafia needs a functioning business model with which they can make profits and grow. This is achieved by investing in stock market products, real estate, commodities, and other assets—legal or illegal. But you have nothing because you ran away from Chicago after it was discovered that you’ve been stealing from the mafia, didn’t you?” “What—what are you talking about? Who’s been feeding you these lies?” Angelo stuttered.

"You will provide me with a brand new identity, a passport, a way out of Italy, and a way to fake my death so that no one questions my absence," "The New York Mafia is dealing with a little rebellion and it's rumored that ordinary working men are at each other's throats for the position of boss." Salvatore grasped the back of an empty seat. "Is that what you mean by redemption? Rebellion," "You plan to become the boss of the New York Mafia?" Serafina was unable to control her chuckle, Alessandro's face burning at her laughter. "I have more mafia knowledge than any one of those ordinary working men trying to get to the post," He seethed, his hands gripped tightly in his lap. "I have just as m

I graduated at the top of my class with distinction from Germany, and when I returned to the United States, I decided that I would like to join the CIA. As far as I know, that’s one of the best legitimate ways to earn cool money, and I was currently looking for a lot of cash as I have all the leads I needed already. The current operation that needs urgent attention is capturing one of the most ruthless Mafia bosses. A lot of mafia camps were going back and forth these days, thereby threatening the peace of the state. Drugs and money were flooded onto the streets, and sometimes innocent citizens were dragged into the mess. For some reason, the government was very interested in one of these ru

Roberto muttered sipping his drink. “So I got some information about him, he is coming back to town in two days, he is coming back because his daughter is in town. The name of his daughter is Greta Ferrari, just finished college education, and she has a fiancée Matteo Bruno. He is the head of the local mafia in Bologna, very brutal but loves his woman so much.” Vincenzo explained while Roberto stared at him paying rapt attention. “I don’t care who her fiancée is, he is the head of the local mafia so what?” Roberto asked and Vincenzo sighed.

Selena grumbled with a frown. "Is that so? How about this? Master is a mafia. In addition to running a legitimate business, in the form of a company active in several industries with the main industry being locomotives... Master is also actively involved in illegal business. Master is currently affiliated with a mafia organization as well. Master even has an casino business." Rose explained it as far as she knew about Damian. And the general yet all-encompassing explanation managed to make Selena open her mouth in disbelief at what Rose was saying.

Gabe can hide everything from them but not for someone like him who can read the room. "Nothing," he replied. "Do you like Annalise?" He asked. Gabe froze as he looked at him. "Because if you do…remember that you are a dangerous person, Gabe. You will put her life in danger." Gavin warned him before going in first in his office. That's the consequence of being a Mafia boss. Loving an ordinary person is like putting their life in danger. At this point, what he felt was a dangerous feeling that he should not have.

"How can you be so cruel father?! How can you ask me to use her like that?" "You're being too emotional Adrain, a mafia boss can't afford to work with his emotions. You'd have to kill both good and bad people, you'd have to do cruel things, you'd have to work without thinking twice because it's either you or them! I have taught you this so how have you forgotten it all so easily?" Bryce yelled and slammed his fists oj the table. "You've grown weak because you haven't become one of us my son but now you'll have to come onboard."

"Get to the mansion and call all his men there. The Capos and underbosses. We have to make them understand that you are now their boss." "Me?" the boss? "Yes, you Marianna. Don't worry, you've got a lot of people behind you, so it won't be a problem. We just have to get there before any of Lombardi's partners do. Are you ready to be the boss?" "No," I blurt out, because it's the truth. When I decided to take out Padre, I didn't think of what to do after that. Being the boss was the last thing on my mind. Now I see just how flawed my plans were. Flawed, bold, and stupid. I'm only twenty-four years old. There's no fucking way I'm ready to be the boss of a mafia organization. I don't want to be

He started off. I looked at him, because that sentence — it's tone — it sounded to me like something that should have been followed up with a other sentence, like he wanted to say something else to join in. And I was right. "But if I am being honest with you, my love," He said. "Sometimes, it can get pretty messy." I stared at him. "What's that supposed to mean?" I had to ask him. "The basis of dealing with Mafia Empires are pretty simple," He starts to explain. "Order, pay, get and go."