How To Become A Mafia Novels & Stories

I grinned, knowing that getting rid of Stephanie and my father at the same time in order to inherit my grandfather's mafia clan would be like killing two birds with one stone. Once my father and Stephanie are dead, I could finally become the leader of the mafia clan. I would ascend as the Don, with all the honour belonging to me once the mission was accomplished. I would rule the mafia clan by myself without anyone telling me what to do. I would be respected and feared, just as my grandfather, and I would turn this wicked world into chaos, making everyone tremble at the mention of my name. This was what I had always wanted.

“You want to be around me, Grace? Then you should know the kind of world I built.” My stomach twisted. I had guessed parts of it. I have thought he was into guns, drugs, and trafficking, but seeing it this real and organized was another thing entirely. “This is how you make your money?” I asked, my voice above a whisper. “This is how I built power,” he corrected. “Legit fronts, dirty roots. That is how the mafia works. In this life, you either own the system or you get eaten by it.” I looked around again, at the people working like it was just another Monday at work. No fear. No hesitation.

They start off stealing and then excalates to war, and that's why the Italians are here because they want to war. Right now, I am getting ready to go to our warehouse to meet the new recuits. Hopefully, they are better than the last set we had. Becoming a new member of the mafia is stressful, for both us and them. There is a series of tests to even be considered as a recuit. Mia and Diego were accompanying me. We were also going to meet Vincenzo's brother and sister (Valentino and Gabrielle). Mama wanted us to show them around the warehouse since they were going to be here for a while, and I thought they could be potential friends.

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.

Announcing my identity meant there was no turning back; once you become a part of the mafia, there's no getting out. There was a time when I dreamt of the day dad would announce me as his. I longed for people to look at me in a different way. Now that day was here, I didn't just not feel anything—I didn't want it. But you're not given a choice with the mafia. “Your wife and kid okay with your arrangements?” I mumbled sleepily.

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.

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?”

Marcus stood in a dimly lit warehouse, his sharp suit contrasting with the grimy surroundings. Across from him, men from another mafia group waited impatiently. The deal was supposed to secure a shipment of weapons, a critical asset for maintaining Marcus’s influence. Emma stood behind him, clutching her notepad, observing everything nervously.

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!”

"Good morning." Rafael acknowledged him with a curt nod. "Blaze. What's the situation?" Blaze briefed them on the latest business, his voice low and even. Eva listened intently, her eyes locked on Rafael's profile. She knew better than to interrupt. As Blaze finished his report, Rafael turned to Eva. "We have attended Don Esposito at night. Be ready." "Is it some business purpose?" "Yeah" "What was that for?" "You will know after getting there, you are now part of the Mafia family, Eva; now on, you are my companion in every place and every function."