How To Write A Mafia Story Novels & Stories

As Halloway always said “In order to be a good agent, you’ve got to be able to think like a crook and anyone that knew the Mafia families well enough also knew that they had to commit a crime to cover up an organized crime which most times would lead to a slip up. Although it was going to be really hard, Charlie knew that she just had to be a little patient because when that slip happened, she would be waiting to get it and hopefully unravel the deep dirty secrets of the mafia. Then New York would be a safer place and these dark times would be over. She looked up from the pile of paperwork on her desk which she was trying to get through ,yawning because she was beginning to feel a little sle

he replies, but I can’t bring myself to believe him. “Any other questions?” he asks, and I shake my head, not trusting my voice to speak. “Okay. If there isn’t, I’ll tell you a story,” he continues. “My family, like yours, is in the mafia. Six years ago, we were after a business deal, but someone else wanted it too. To make sure we got it, they held someone for a while. But the first man… he took it too far and killed the man who had been holding his important person.

I looked at Lucien standing in front of me, my emotions a mess. The once imposing and handsome mafia boss had now become a disgraced, filthy fugitive. “Give it up, Lucien. Stop making the same mistake.” He stared at me, and little by little, his gaze turned unhinged. “No! I won’t give up, not unless they agree to bring you back! I can’t lose you!” He reached out, trying to pull me into an embrace, but his arms passed straight through my body.

You could’ve heard a pin drop. “I never wanted the throne,” Rafa continued. “I only took it because Antonio would’ve destroyed everything. Now that he’s gone, I'm done.” He glanced at me before he went on. “You’re all free to leave, no debt, no blood ties, and no consequences. You can all walk away today and start new lives.” The men exchanged looks, some shocked, some relieved. Kane didn't move or speak. Rafa went on. “If you want to stay with me, not as soldiers or mafia, but as security for my business, you can. But I won't force anything.”

“Tell me about my grandfather.” “Chiara,” Dante said, the warning in his voice was clear, yet Chiara refused to back down. “If you’re not going to tell me that, tell me why I’m dangerous to you.” “Chiara, just drop it.” Though the warning was more prominent, Chiara still refused to back down. “If you aren’t going to answer them,” She paused, watching him closely for a reaction. When she saw none, she continued speaking. “What do you do for a living? It has to be something illegal if you could access guns and even shoot Nico without flinch—“

“I caught a glimpse of that intense conversation you had with Cade in the service hall during intermission. Is... is that what has you so shaken up tonight?” I let out a long, ragged sigh, staring at the moonlit water. “Yes and no,” I answer quietly, my throat tightening. I want to tell him about the blood. I want to tell him about the knife and the shadow of Scarfo, but the mafia code of silence is a physical noose around my neck. I don't know who I’m allowed to trust anymore.

I would like to know why he suddenly asked me to create a story! He didn't even orient me! I close my eyes, and then suddenly, some idea pops up in my mind. I smile brightly and start to type the story. Our first meeting inspires the story that I will present to him. I'll make it a very angsty one, and he will be the leading guy then dies in the end. It's a story about the hero and heroine falling in love together when they first meet inside the elevator after an accidental kiss. But, unfortunately, the guy didn't know that the girl he met was a part of a mafia clan and one of the candidates to be the mafia boss's mate.

Five guards step out of it, and fall into step behind me instantly. With my phone in a pocket, and a pistol in my hand; eyes filled with deathly fury as we approach. The moment I step in, the sight before me makes my heart stop. Not because its new, I've seen thousands of dead bodies, it was worse after an all out war between two ruthless mafia Lords. What made my heart stop is the implication. "This is a lot." I mutter, noting the extent of damage that had been done. The thought of innocents being murdered, and killed for something they didn't do or had no idea of; makes my heart ache.

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.

Selena grumbled with a frown. "Is that so? How about this? Master is a mafia. In addition to running a legitimate business, in the form of a company active in several industries with the main industry being locomotives... Master is also actively involved in illegal business. Master is currently affiliated with a mafia organization as well. Master even has an casino business." Rose explained it as far as she knew about Damian. And the general yet all-encompassing explanation managed to make Selena open her mouth in disbelief at what Rose was saying.