How To Become A Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

Yet, his mother harbored no desires for his son to follow in his husband's footsteps or be consumed by the treacherous world of organized crime. Tragically, everything took a somber turn when his mother met a gruesome demise when he was merely ten years old. Thereafter, he gradually adopted traits akin to his own father and grandfather, displaying even greater ruthlessness. By the time he reached the age of eighteen, his father entrusted him with the helm of their mafia enterprise, bequeathing to him the reins of illicit activities such as money laundering, drug trafficking, and political manipulation and connections. His father, Matthew Rodriguez, assumed the role of mafia boss following th

I was expecting Astor’s study to be at least sound proof but it proved me wrong when I heard his raspy voice through the thick wooden door. “You think you can handle the King family? You think you can sit at a table with syndicate bosses who kill men over a bad shipment? They’ll eat you alive in a week, and you’ll take the Giovanni name right down to the gutter with you.” A sudden, violent heat surged through my blood. My fingers curled into tight, heavy fists, my knuckles popping against the lining of my trousers. I had the urge to drive my boot through the lock, tear Astor out from behind his mahogany desk, and put my hands around his throat until he choked on his own tongue.

My voice was cold. The Camorra boss froze. The rage in his eyes was instantly replaced by greed. Those docks were the arteries of the Alexander family’s smuggling operations, worth hundreds of millions annually. "And the cocaine route to Colombia," I added, flicking the ash from my cigar. My tone was terrifyingly calm. "I’m giving it all to you. Is that enough to buy Ivy’s life?" The Camorra boss did the mental math. His son was ruined, yes, but the profit... it was astronomical.

“I’m not here to banter.” “Then don’t come to my office waving threats like a toddler with a stick. Mafia and law are two sides of a coin, Enzo. We don’t mix. That’s the rule. One you’re clearly forgetting by storming in here like some cop with a warrant.” He flared. “If I find out you had anything to do with this—” “You won’t,” I cut in. “Because I didn’t. And if you think dragging your vendetta into my territory is going to fix your mess, think again. You lost your shipment because you got sloppy.”

He’s not giving up. “No “ I respond . Taking another gulp of vodka and signaling for more. I can’t even believe I’m drinking this much . I usually don’t at all or stop at one glass. Well I guess when you have experienced what I have in this one month of working for my mafia boss you’d definitely have to clear your head with a glass or two. “Come on ….have some fun with me baby girl” the man said slipping his hand into my waist. I yanked it off my body . Whipping the droplet of vodka by the side of my mouth and pouring another myself ,as the bartender has left the entire bottle for me.

He let us work and get involved on everything, even with what they would call a man’s job. To become a Don, you must know how everything works. To be a great ruler, you must be a worker first. Pietro is the only child of the Carusso family who will with no doubt become the Don of the Carusso family. There’s no doubt that one day me or my sister will become betrothed to him knowing exactly how the mafia works and how my father thinks. A mafia must marry someone within the mafia. Marrying someone outside is possible, but it’s undoubtedly risky and could end up disastrously, that’s why it never happened.

"So, what we need to do is get you inside, then help you climb as high on the ladder as possible, so you'll be as close to the boss as possible. And when the right time comes we strike, take him down, and take over the control. And don't betray me, that's all I am asking of you. I have trust in you, that your mother raised you right, so I am putting my trust in you, to help me reform our organization into something legal. Something we could all be proud of." That's where we couldn't agree more. Everyone thought that the mafia and her influence could be as big as it was only by killing and illegal businesses. But I learned, you didn't have to be dirty to have the power. If you knew how to mot

Then he suddenly stopped and put on a deadly serious mask on his face. “You mustn’t forget that you’re in this as much as I am. Do you know how the mafia works? First, they have to drag the newbie into some dirty work. And when this stage is done, they got him. There is no way out of that family. They are tied by the crime. And with you it is the same. Things have gone too far. You can’t just suddenly become a good character in this story. You’re on the dark side.” His face became darker than ever before.

Do illegal businesses make more than the legal ones? The idea of becoming like a mafia boss; wealthy, powerful, and almost untouchable suddenly comes to me. After what keeps on happening to me and Hazel, having the protection of not just well-trained bodyguards, but a mafia gang may be the best solution for our and our childrens’ safety. But the thought of getting entangled in criminal activities makes my stomach churn. Hence, prompting me to shrug off the idea. “We’re heading to Sicily to surprise my brother. And once I become the Boss, I’ll give you your freedom then I’ll travel the world!”

I listened with rapt attention. "You have to be cold-hearted, emotionless, and strong. Remember, a Mafia Leader never shows any weakness. Even his weakness can be turned into a strength. You'll have to be determined to get what you want and remember, whatever you want, you'll get. By hook or by crook. No one can say 'no' to you. If that person does, it will be his or her last day on this earth. You'll have to understand people and learn to read them, you can't let deceivers surround you. Make sure your right-hand man is someone who you trust blindly."