How To Become A Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

“When I stepped outside, Crist’s men had the guy who stabbed me on his knees. They were about to kill him. I stopped them. Said I’d do it myself and I did close range. I made sure I was the last person he ever saw.” My breath hitched and I sat up slowly so I could look at him. “You killed someone at fourteen?” The sadness in my voice surprised even me. Fourteen. He was just a boy, my chest ached just thinking about it. Killian nodded once, like it wasn’t something worth thinking about. “So you became a made man at fourteen. That’s……a lot.” In the mafia, no matter what bloodline you came from even if you were born into power you couldn’t truly step into your role until your first kill. It was

I bought the city library so I can pretend to be working there and never missed a single day of dropping by in the coffee shop where she works. My men know everything about my act but they never know about Naomi. How did I end up being a mafia boss? It's because my father, who is the former boss, died in an accident. My father and Naomi's Dad were both under that building when it collapsed. I inherited all of his properties and this position. I was just a boy that time and didn't know what to do with all the work he left to me.

"Oh, yes. I would love to eat some Italian spicy chicken sandwich and some antipasti Micah listed her orders out and I breathed out at how much of a meal she had longed to eat. I turned the wheels to enter the other road, increasing the speed of the car. "Gentle Sullivan," Micah called, my name seemed to come off so easily from her mouth. "Yes, Signora," I replied and she chuckled. "Tell me why is Adam getting married so soon? He doesn't seem to like the idea." She started a conversation calling Adam like someone who had known him for months. "That is how mafia business works. We deal with marriages, childbirth, and money to settle a long-term enmity." I replied. Ignoring her questions would

I was lying on the grass, reading with Alessia and Enrico. The sun and the scent of the garden flowers were far better than the cold walls of the library. My parents didn’t approve of me being out here with my siblings. At nineteen, I was already a woman and shouldn’t be wasting my time with teenagers. In fact, they said the same to Alessia, even though she was only sixteen. In the mafia, you become a woman at eighteen, and I was expected to act like one, especially as the daughter of the Capo di tutti capi, the boss of all bosses. My father was above everyone in the Famiglia, and his family was supposed to set an example.

he said with an ironic chuckle. "What were you prepared for exactly?" I asked curiously. "For being chased by another mafia gang." "So you are in the mafia then?" I asked. Since Elian was already telling and there was nothing else that could risk my life more than it was now, I might as well just know a little bit more about him. "Not just in it, but I'm the leader." I gasped. "For real?" He nodded. I tried to digest the information. So… my boss was in the mafia? No, just in it. He was the leader of a mafia gang. Wow.

From as early as she could remember, Moira Viscoli- the only child of Mario and Isabella Viscoli; had it hammered into her DNA that the Manzini name was synonymous with blood and the darkest evil imaginable. Her father had made it his parental duty to teach her never to get involved up with a Manzini man, particularly Angelo Manzini who had just taken over from his father as the boss of the mafia empire. He figured that Angelo, being young, rich and powerful; could easily lure young ignorant girls into his world of drugs, crime and every social vice conceivable.

He breathes heavily, gripping the top of the chair of the study desk until his non visible knuckles turned white with lack of blood supply. "I don't care." He assures himself. He wanted to think of it as a normal investment. It didn't matter if she was young. It was simply an investment. He spent money on her and now she has to work up to her potential. That's how the Mafia works. One doesn't merely hire anyone on the streets, only people with potential or people who have found it through some contacts and after they have been invited and proved to be worthy, they are paid handsomely for their jobs.

My grand ma was the sweetest and still is, she loved us all equally. I was 15 years old when our parents died and as the first born I had to be the one to step up and rule my father’s businesses, even the ones underground that I didn’t know were there. No wonder dad was a knuckle head. For 12 years I have been the mafia boss and boy was I feared. I became heartless, emotionless and grew a liking for see the blood of my enemies, and anyone who dears cross my path, roll down their body as I slice them bit by bit while being hanged. I know it’s sick but that’s your freaking business, get a better hobby then. (End of back story)

Perhaps worried that he had upset Eugene, Jerry called out several times from behind, but Eugene simply opened the secret door and went into the back room. Once inside, Eugene leaned against the metal door, closed his eyes tightly, and then opened them. His head was ringing as if he'd been hit with a hammer. First kill. To become an official member of a gang or the mafia, one must have a murder on record. It was an essential and minimum requirement. Becoming the consigliere of the Luciano family meant becoming an official mafia member. In other words, it meant that the ritual of the first kill must definitely be performed.

I turned my attention again to him as he started in a very dominated deep voice. ' I am a Devil. The owner of this mansion and all the men and women working here Works for me... You know what mafia is?' I shook my head in no. I don't know what is this mafia. He sighs and continued. ' Well, the mafia is a big organization which does some... I mean all illegal works. We are all bad peoples, really bad. And I am their boss. That's enough for your little pretty head'