How To Become A Mafia Novels & Stories

I can't make money as a normal person because my enemies will kill me at the scene if they find me alive'. She swallowed her saliva and curiously and nervously questioned him, 'What have you done with them that has turned them into your enemies? He looked at her and imparted, 'I've worked with the mafia in the past. I left the field and tried to start my new life as an ordinary person, but I had their secrets that made them my enemies. In the world of the mafia, the person is not capable of leaving the ground on his choices. Once somebody steps in, they have to give their soul to the very end'. It was the rule that if someone wanted to leave the world of the mafia knowing many secrets, then

Unless they were actually the do-gooders they claimed to be. “The only way that’s happening is if you can prove to him you’re a good mafia. And we can’t lie to him. He reads to lies like they’re transparent.” I informed him, hearing him grunt before proposing something absolutely absurd yet strongly compelling. It was too good of a deal to be true. “I’ll stop the illegal acts then. But you have to help me negotiate my way out of them.” I grinned at the camera, knowing it was going to be a piece of cake. I negotiated for a living. It was going to be a walk in the park for me.

I couldn't take the suffocation I felt. My father didn't stop me. He simply sighed as I made my way past him and into the family room. I wanted to laugh at the irony. I sat on the couch and stared at the piano. I wanted to play but I knew the moment I touched that piano I would break down. I had no room for emotion in my life right now. I was going to be the biggest Mafia Don this world had ever seen. Mafia Dons have no room for emotions or family. My father taught me that early on. “Good Evening Master, Neko is making Dinner. Would you like me to play you a song?” Ayla questioned as she spotted me staring at the Grand Piano.

Ranging from small-scale mafia to international cross-country mafia, they must know ElWagner’s strength even though they have never seen him in person. ElWagner is led by 8 secret leaders and Lucas is one of the eight leaders—a mobster who manages underground trade routes. Smuggling weapons, drugs, and even dealing with political power. One of the biggest projects ElWagner undertook was destroying the Russian government a few years ago—taking control of them and controlling their political positions.

We have nine more hours to go. I just hope that I will be able to take care of my baby in this country with no drama. Honestly, I don't know the mafia leaders of America. I have never been interested because they are always so quiet and never start fights. When they have a disagreement with another mafia, it is believed that they sit down and negotiate a way to stop the war. In my stay in the country, I will meet with them at least once since I want to go back to assassination as soon as Jazzy turns two. I took my laptop and started getting into the American mafia systems. I needed to know how long from my mansion to theirs and so that I don't run into them without knowing who they are.

Maybe, here in this house by the sea, they could carve out a different kind of forever. A forever where love was stronger than blood. Where promises meant more than power. Where a mafia king could fall to his knees for the reckless, beautiful girl who taught him to feel again. And stay there, grateful, for the rest of his life. ---

In the mafia, everything was business, including children, family members, and even the heart itself. “Pack the girl’s things; I’ll take her.” I turned away and went into the living room. I waited for a little over an hour. My brothers exchanged glances with me but said nothing. They knew how important this alliance was for us and that it wasn’t just about my marriage. The decision was mine as the future fiancé and head of the family. Afonso came down holding the girl’s hand, and as he approached me, she looked at me curiously. I didn’t know what her father might have told her, but her astonishment had faded in her big brown eyes.

At first I thought it was too forward, but I went along. At first I got a flat no and a threat to lose my job. I told Camille, and the next day her father was more than convinced to let me go with him. I never knew what she did, but I knew it wasn't a small feat convincing him to let me come with him. I started attending meetings with Mr. Mosely, and shortly after, he started to quiz me about what I'd learned, and oh boy, did I learn a whole lot. Becoming a mafia don is not about money; it's about connections.

He let us work and get involved on everything, even with what they would call a man’s job. To become a Don, you must know how everything works. To be a great ruler, you must be a worker first. Pietro is the only child of the Carusso family who will with no doubt become the Don of the Carusso family. There’s no doubt that one day me or my sister will become betrothed to him knowing exactly how the mafia works and how my father thinks. A mafia must marry someone within the mafia. Marrying someone outside is possible, but it’s undoubtedly risky and could end up disastrously, that’s why it never happened.

Just like a mafia, there are some rules that cannot be ignored. A mafia member should not introduce themselves directly to friends, except through a third party. Loyalty is number one, they are not allowed to flirt with the wives of fellow members. Not to be seen close to the police. Not allowed to go to nightclubs. Must always be on standby. Promises are always fulfilled. A wife must be treated with respect. When asked about any information, the answer must always be correct. It is strictly forbidden to accept money that belongs to other colleagues.