How To Write A Mafia Story Novels & Stories

" On your right side. Turn the lamp on. " Catalina found the switch and pressed it. As soon as she touched it, an alarm went off. The pakhan snatched the gun from her hands and with one hand pushed her on the bed with him. She collided with his naked hard chest and now the gun rested on her cleavage. " Rule number 1 . Never believe a Mafia. " He laughed loudly and footsteps echoed in the corridor. The door opened with several men in there and one of them switched on the lights at last.

Irene looked away nervously, 'I am not from the Mafia, I am the Mafia! Seeing that she had no intention of speaking, Hart continued while hiding the anticipating in his heart. " Although I know this situation is inconvenient for you but without knowing the cause behind this phenomenon, we can't unreasonably shift the blame on one side and demand total cooperation especially when it concerns our safety, can we? " Sensing the meaning behind his words, Irene looked back at him with a wary expression. " Then what do you want? " Hart grinned innocently, he held two fingers in front of him and said casually:" Two million"

I’m lowering my iPad slightly, “don’t visually rate adults before second breakfast.” “But he is.” “I know. That’s not the point.” Rafael stared at the road, calmly, but I could see the hint of a smile. Small, smug, and fully self-aware. “But what is mafia?” Gabby asked. “People you should stay away from,” I answered. “Are they rich?” “Do mafia have rules?” Al was fully out of his hoodie now. “Yeah,” Rafael answered before I could. I turned toward him. He glanced at me briefly over the top of his sunglasses. “What?”

“A hunt.” That night, Camilla stood on the balcony, staring down at the dark forest behind the estate. The moon was high. The rules had been set. Both men would be released into the woods. Only one would return with proof of victory. The terms were ridiculous. Ancient. But in the mafia world, tradition was law. And if Riccardo refused, it would be seen as weakness. “You’re not going into that forest,” she said as he joined her. “Yes, I am.”

Don Antonio Moretti. THE END. Hi lovelies, first I would like to thank you all for giving Undercover a chance. This is my first time really writing a mafia style story. So please comment and leave reviews. I would really love to continue writing for this genre. So anything you liked or hated, please let me know so I can continue to grow. Thank you for the continued support. It really means so much to me. I love what I do and I love you all. Much love Becca Lou xx

Orlando I've been struggling over the past year with everything after Miller had taken it upon himself to kidnap my girl instead of coming straight to me tk get the truth even if he chose not tk believe it like he had to know what kind of scumbag his brother really was and what he was capable of. Pity he never believed me, things could've been a lot different. I should've done things differently. But, the problem with that was u was mafia and I did things by mafia cod and ethics not how a morning person would extract information out of you.

All I 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?” “What—what are you talking about? Who’s been feeding you these lies?” Angelo stuttered.

The whispers grew into a shout that echoed through the annals of time, a testament to our enduring legacy. --- Our story became a legend, a tale of love and redemption that transcended the boundaries of our world. The whispers grew into a shout that resonated through the very fabric of the city, a declaration of our intention to change the mafia from within. The whispers grew into a roar that could not be silenced, a call for unity that shook the very core of the underworld.

They worked together and he was their boss. “How long have you been in the mafia?” The craziest thing about this whole situation was that I wasn’t freaked out about it. It was probably the books that were getting to my head, making me believe I could have my own love story with a mafia boss. Books really made people delusional. “I was born into it. I had no choice.”

He said one day he'd save enough and he'd buy us a house. He said there would be a little mailbox in front of it. And the nameplate would say Lorenzo & Liana. He said we'd get married in that house. Raise a kid in it. Live a quiet, ordinary, happy life. He said someday, when we were old, we'd watch the sunset together and just go. Then they took him. Locked him in a cellar. Said unless we paid up, they'd shoot him. The mafia has a rule. You never go to the police. Not for anything. You go to the cops, your man dies.