How To Become A Mafia Novels & Stories

“Fine. What’s your plan, then? You can’t keep tiptoeing around this.” I straightened, my hands curling into fists. “Do what a mafia boss does best—find everything there is to know about this Henry. If there’s any dirt on him, I want it.” Xander’s grin widened, his fangs peeking through slightly. “And if there isn’t?” “Then I’ll create some,” I said darkly. I had reached my breaking point. I was tired of waiting. If Henry was the only problem for my mate to have her eyes on me, then, sure as hell, finally, let’s do it.

"It is an oath of secrecy taken, swearing not to divulge the activities of the mafia to law enforcement agencies. You won't be allowed to have unmonitored phone calls, e-mails or texts as every thing will now be monitored by the mafia. You also can't go on unsupervised trips or vacations. All your movements will be monitored and track. You shouldn't be seen with the police either.. You will have to be branded as belonging to the Mafia. And the punishment if you don't sign or break any of the rules is...death" My jaws dropped and my heart sank. What the hell?

“Oh my God, I think I need to take a picture of you.” “No, don’t take a picture of me. Men don’t take pictures. Men make pictures.” I laughed. “Oh, wow. I see someone is learning so well from his grand-dad.” “Yes! I’m so happy. I’ve always dreamed of being a mafia…” I pulled him into a hug and sat with him on the bed. “Now Greg, listen. I know you want to be a mafia, but always be a good mafia. A mafia that believes killing the wicked people is far better than killing any person just for power and fame.”

And death is something I’ve always been intimately familiar with. “Yeah.” I nodded, smoothing the fabric of my top. “I’ll tell them about the party we’ll hold to become one.” Ace stepped closer, expression turning serious in that way only he could do—where a single shift in his eyes made the entire room feel heavier. “Italian-American mafia,” he said. “Do you realize we’ll be the most powerful mafia in the entire world? We’ll have tons of enemies, and I already have many enemies. We’ll be in constant danger… You sure you wanna do this, amore?”

I mumbled to myself. "That's him, your target. Lure him to me and I will give you a new life to get married to whom you want by setting you free. I will sponsor your wedding." My eyes widened in surprise at his words and i was happy. I'm sure he'd see the excitement allover my face. Like who wouldn't want to be free, the mafia world is not like a market or business that you can walk in and out anytime you want. Once you are in, no going out.

He agreed to join their organization, hoping that it was the only way he would be able to escape. The men untied him and sat him down at a table. They placed a contract in front of him and a pen. "Sign this," one of the men ordered. Craig knew that he had no choice. He picked up the pen and signed the contract. "Welcome to the family," the leader of the group said. Craig was now a member of the mafia, and he knew that his life would never be the same again. He had to be careful and keep his eyes and ears open at all times. But for now, he was just grateful to be alive.

) Another man yelled from the other end of the table. “It was the Irish mob” A lady that looked Chinese to me walks in on a black suit through the now open entrance doors . Finally another woman asides me in this huge house. The sound of her heel echoed as she walked to the don and dropped files on his desk. “The Irish mob planted a guard in the New York cosa Nostra to learn secrets about the business since the don has refused to merge ,and the guard was killed . The revenge plan was to kill he’s girlfriend and take Mr Adams hostage until the don agrees to merge business or handover …or so we figured”

Poverty became endemic, and the population found itself strangled by a system that left them with no hope. It is in this context of extreme precariousness that the mafia took shape. It appeared first as a local response, a means for the destitute to protect their interests, even to survive. The original mafioso is often a miserable person expelled from his lands, forced to wander, sometimes to beg, or to become a bandit. But another profile of mafioso exists: the wealthy landowner who, to maintain control, employs henchmen ready to intimidate, extort, and eliminate his enemies, thereby avoiding the official justice system, perceived as slow and corrupt.

The outside world faded away as I delved into the intricate web of alliances, deals, and power struggles that defined my existence. Minutes turned into hours as I meticulously reviewed financial reports, analyzed rival activities, and strategized my next moves. My focus was unwavering, the anger that had consumed me earlier now channeled into the pursuit of dominance and control over the criminal underworld. The business of the mafia required cold calculation, and I was determined to ensure the safety and prosperity of my organization, regardless of personal distractions.