How To Become A Mafia Novels & Stories

I frowned. " Kind of, like Ethan." she said. I stopped walking and raised my eyebrows. She looked back at me. I was looking for more information. She inhaled deeply as I could see her chest rose and fall, " Ethan is a son of the late mafia's Boss. He's born to be a king of his people. He was an heir and now he's king of his world. And Michail, he is just the son of the late Mafia's boss' right hand. " She said impassively. She turned, showing her back, " My father wants me to marry Ethan. " She said.

After wiping my tears, I ask him, “Why do you want us to play husband and wife?” He answers, calmly, “Being the capo of a mafia family, there is constant pressure to increase my power. So, I have been receiving a proposal from Julia Pentanova’s father, who is a rich and powerful man in the mafia. My brother keeps nagging about how important it is to marry her, but I don’t want to.” His frustration is clear in his voice.

Ryder shook his head. “No...” “So, nothing?” he cut in, “You just wake up one day and what, join the mafia?” “No...” “So how’s it...” “Just let him finish, Jay” Giveon cut in. It was the first word he had said at the table. “The mafia has powerful families, the power they acquire over the years, passed on from generation to generation...” “And crime,” Jay chirped in, “You didn’t add that bit, crime. That’s how they acquire all the wealth and power.”

Last time losing to Darryl in a car race made him extremely humiliating. Darryl glared at Sullivan's underlings causing them to hesitate for a moment. Although they were outnumbered in terms of numbers, they were also stronger physically, not to mention Darryl was seriously injured, they were still afraid of that man. The mafia world knows that since the age of 20, Darryl became the boss of a mafia gang, inheriting his dead adoptive father. To be able to lead his father's mafia gang to become the most notorious and scary gang today, Darryl must be a monster. Everyone knows that Darryl has a wolf, that alone is enough to prove his monstrous and terrifying personality.

"Tell him you'll fix it on your part, make something up. I'm trying to take care of you, that one or the other boot lickers is trying to overtake you." "I don't want you to take care of me! And that's the most twisted definition I've ever heard of caring for someone!" "Well, it's about time you realized I'm a little twisted. Mina, you're just getting to know what this whole world is about. If you let me, I can show you everything, as long as you go carefully and follow my every precaution." Your world. The business one. The mafia. The money guys. Politics. The power one.

"Take me to my daughter if you really want to save me, if you have a little humanity in you." He sighed, looking me over. I could swear that I saw a flicker of emotion in his soulless gray eyes for a moment there, but it was gone as fast as it came. "Unfortunately, I cannot do that. Once you are sold into the mafia, you are officially part of it, directly or indirectly. The only way to leave the mafia, is death." My soul left my body at his words, and I began to shake against my will. "What… What do you mean? I thought you were just a hotel owner, what is this about the mafia? How did I get here? I just want out, please, I am begging you…"

The mafia was unpredictable, for all I could know this might be a rival gang, and I was hoping that was not the case. "Calm your horses, they're my gang." Nico confirmed curtly. I was scared of meeting them as a thousand torture scenes flashed through my mind and I knew that they were going to drag out my death. “Why are you doing all of this? Why not just kill me and be done with all of this madness?” "Heh..." A brief mocking laughter came. "Kill you? As much as I would love to do that, I can't do it at least not yet. I have a deal with the consigliere who happens to be your father.”

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

“What are you talking about now?” He sighed, his hand gently brushing my cheek, tenderly, but it still made me flinch away. “I would have to bite you,” he said, his voice low and serious. “Not like before, when I marked you. This bite would fully turn you into a werewolf. It would make you one of us, a true member of the pack.” I froze, my heart pounding violently against my ribs. “Turn me?” I said, my voice high and small. “Into a wolf? Like you are?”

I graduated at the top of my class with distinction from Germany, and when I returned to the United States, I decided that I would like to join the CIA. As far as I know, that’s one of the best legitimate ways to earn cool money, and I was currently looking for a lot of cash as I have all the leads I needed already. The current operation that needs urgent attention is capturing one of the most ruthless Mafia bosses. A lot of mafia camps were going back and forth these days, thereby threatening the peace of the state. Drugs and money were flooded onto the streets, and sometimes innocent citizens were dragged into the mess. For some reason, the government was very interested in one of these ru