How To Become A Mafia Boss 소설 & 이야기

I am the CEO of my company and no one dares to double-cross me. Besides all of my legitimate business, I am a mafia boss. I control the Italian Mafia in America. From guns to drugs to strip clubs I do it all. I found out I was the heir from the Italian Mafia when my grandfather died, I was 25. I never met him, as my father decided to leave the mafia my grandfather never had the chance to meet me. My father rejected it all but I didn’t. I was thirsty for money and power. I wanted all. Everything I was entitled to. My cousin Gabriel runs the Things in Italy. We decided to split the duty and rule together.

Angelo said. He was on the brink of losing it, I could sense it. All Lorenzo 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?”

"Keep trying." "We can, uh—" He clears his throat. "More generous payments. And some sportsbooks. Good gambling rackets. A few clubs—" I take a long sip of whiskey and hold my hand up. Lucca falls silent, working his jaw. The fucker doesnotlike acting subservient to me, not at all. He's the kind of mafia boss that took power through violence, and the sort of man that would rise to the top of an ugly fight like the one their family went through is not the sort of man to willingly take orders from anyone but himself.

I fought ruthlessly for years to establish my dominance in my city and secure my seat on the round table. Flooding the city with thugs and controlling the importation of whores, guns, and heroine doesn’t make you the Mafia Lord. Creating a brutal legacy and making a noticeable difference in the city makes you the number one man in this city. Earning the respect of every other drug lord in the city and knowing how to make your enemies shiver at the mere mention of your name is the best way to become the Capo. That is the one lesson that Carlos is going to learn the hard when I decide to come for my revenge.

He won’t get curious about little things. Well, he got into the mafia. He should be glad he’s still breathing. To most people, I’m a real monster. Nobody’s born an arms dealer. At first, you beat people up, sell drugs, and the crimes only escalate from there. But not only have I ever been to prison but I also didn’t have any bosses to order me. It makes no sense unless I’m the spawn of a demon. It’s as if I had the boss’s throne since I was born. Although they were not entirely wrong, that wasn’t exactly the case.

I actually mean no harm at all,' I said, reaching for his hands. He looked at me and sighed softly. He took my hands from his and intertwine it between his fingers. 'I understand. Funny enough, I don't get the question very often.' He said. 'How did you get into the Mafia?' I asked curiously. 'I grew up to realise my father was the Mafia Boss. I was trained at a very young age. Myself and my brother. We were built to keep the oath of Omertá. My mother died even before I knew how to speak and Richard was everything to me. I got my first knife cut when I was 8, during training. My father made sure he trained us well enough to face danger when we face it even when we were not capable. I didn't

“You’ll need to learn how to fight, how to defend yourself. The world you’re in now is dangerous. You’ll face threats from all sides, Karina. Don’t fool yourself into thinking otherwise.” “I can’t even—” Karina started, her throat tight. “How am I supposed to fight? I’m not like you—I’m not made for this.” Kim’s eyes flashed with something unreadable. “You’ll learn. The Mafia world doesn’t care about your limitations. It takes what it wants, and you either adapt or perish.” The coldness of her words made Karina’s knees shake, but she steeled herself. “What does Raoul expect from me? What does all of this mean? Why me? I don’t even belong here.”

Third Person Pov: Thomas Allen is one of the most ruthless leaders in the mafia gang Hayden Wren heads. Its known as 'Python'. Recently, there's been a fued between the two, hence; Thomas moved to Dubai. The members of the gang thought things would dissolve over time... but it didn't. Communication seized between the two for the past two years. Now, Thomas is back to set things right.

I might be useless as a bodyguard, but I am right at Vic’s level if I chose my fate to become a Mafia Boss. I have no idea what the fuck I am doing. I guess I am going to go into this one blindly but is that not how Colton Cruz does everything. I am in this completely alone; there is no one to tell me what I should be doing. All I know is that my crazy ass has decided to become a Mafia Boss. Now it is not like I can go ask Vic Stone for help, so it seems that is shall be stepping on more than a couple of toes. Hopefully, I don’t get myself killed in the first wee.

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne