How To Become A Mafia Boss นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He focused harder on the massage, his hands tracing over Lucian’s tense spine, trying to stay in character, the loyal guard, not the undercover cop seeking justice. Lucian’s voice dropped. “Stop.” Alex froze. Lucian stood, buttoning his cuffs again as if nothing had happened. “Get ready for tomorrow,” Lucian said, his tone back to steel. “We won’t be delivering this time. We’ll be receiving— through the black market.” Alex straightened immediately, his eyes sharp. A black market deal. Dangerous, high-stakes, the perfect chance to get closer to the center of Lucian’s operations. Lucian continued, “We’ve secured a spot for tomorrow night. No other mafia lord knows about it. Go rest, it’s going

she said evenly. That earned her a low, amused chuckle. “You’re not what I expected from a maid.” “And you’re not what I expected from a mafia boss.” He stepped closer, slow and deliberate, until there were only a few inches between them. The faint scent of whiskey and smoke curled around her. His voice dropped. “You say ‘mafia’ like it’s a bad word.” “I say it like it’s a dangerous one.” For a moment, the air between them was charged, his gaze dipping briefly to her mouth before meeting her eyes again. Then, just as quickly, he stepped back, the moment broken.

Her face morphs from confusion and surprise to consideration. The fact she hasn't dismissed the idea outright gives me hope. "A smaller arms company, maybe? Work our way up. Security service." I meet her gaze. "Or, if you don't care, you can be my mafia doll." I wink. "I definitely understand how to build one of those empires." She holds up a finger. "Nothing illegal. Not if we're starting over, okay? If I'm leaving everything behind for you, I don't want to worry you're going to be taken from me."

He hesitated for a moment before deciding to share it with her, even though it was against protocol. “This is classified information,” he began, his tone turning serious. “We’re currently conducting a discreet operation against a major mafia group in the city—the Scarface Cartel, led by their ruthless boss, Deather, also known as Scarface.” Bridget’s eyes widened with intrigue, her excitement almost childlike. “I’ve never heard of them,” she admitted, leaning forward. “This sounds like a massive story!” Hunter paused, momentarily caught off guard by her enthusiasm. “It could be, Bridget… for you. But for us, it’s a dangerous operation that could crumble if the wrong people find out.”

Everyone knows only a man can run a mafia. Perhaps she was put in charge because her father had no sons. But that was quite irresponsible on his part. Still, I would have thought he would have passed it down to a man. Regardless if he was blood or not. I am Ace Hernandez, the boss of the American mafia. At seventeen I was handed the mafia to control and to make it the most dominant in the world. Now at twenty five, I live a lifestyle which involved drinking, drugs and women. My mafia duties were not neglected. I was known to be ruthless and unforgiving. Step in my way and tha is the last thing you would ever do.

“As we all know, the mafia world is a dangerous world. Only the strongest survive. Most members do not rise to higher ranks until they’re older. Years of loyalty, service, and experience are required.” Another added, “Bosses rarely last long. Rival empires constantly attempt to take them down. Power and wealth come at a steep price. Your son is the youngest reigning leader in the underworld. That alone can get into a man’s head. Most members serve their entire lives and only reach capo at mid-age. One in a hundred ever become boss. So more than anyone, your son should understand his position is a privilege. He should not attempt to walk over the elders.”

So when I took over my father's position as boss of the Russian mafia, they took an oath. All of them had to take the Russian mafia's oath, drawing blood from their right hand, I doing the same. Connecting our hand were the cut was making them one with the mafia. That was how the Russian mafia oath was done, drawing blood from the new recruit binding it with the boss blood making them one with the Russian mafia. I too had to do it with papa when I took over. Even if you were born into the mafia world you still had to do it, that was the law of the Russian mafia.

But then I stop that line of thought because I quickly realize that the tiny animals in onesies in my backyard are none other than the future of this mafia organization that I’m trying so hard to run and maintain and grow. I take a deep breath and try to push down my annoyance. The last thing I need is to traumatize the kids and scar them for life. But how do I get them to leave? I don’t want to deal with this. I’m a mafia boss, not a babysitter. The thought alone makes me want to down a whole bottle of whiskey.

In a dark and menacing room, a man was suspended upside down, his agonized screams reverberating as two merciless men relentlessly beat him with hot rods. Two burly figures in black shirts and trousers, each holding a rifle, stood guard at the door. A tall man, clad in a black tuxedo, strode into the room, his face etched with sullenness and eyes ablaze with fury. He was Andrew Anderson, a Mafia Boss known for his rudeness, arrogance, aggression, and ruthless dominance. The world quaked under his authority; none dared to defy him, and all lived in dread of his power.

“Even after my kidnapping, and your persistence for me to name you my heir so you could prove yourself, your human screw-ups, your sleeping around, and everything. You’re my favorite which is why I had caved to you becoming my heir. I thought it would be a good idea, groom you, but as the year progressed and I got more and more into the Boss role, there was one thing I was certain of being a Mafia Boss is a fucked up job. You have to be ruthless and conniving and think thirteen moves ahead, and you are constantly looking over your shoulder, and you can’t trust a single soul no matter how much you ache for that connection of someone having your back without a fear about their loyalty. It requ