Italian Mafia Series 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.

’ She demanded eyes flashing, and he smirked grabbing her wrist he pulled her tight to him, ‘Dio sei bellissima, un piccolo gatto di fuoco, quando sei arrabbiato i tuoi occhi diventano dorati, bella tigre’ [God you are beautiful, a little fire cat, when you are angry your eyes turn golden, pretty tigress] She struggled but his grip tightened and he pinned her to the wall kissing her, ‘No, no’ She tried to stop him but he was so strong easily forcing her lips apart and claiming her mouth making her body respond to his, breaking the kiss he stepped back releasing her, ‘I am Francesco, Alessandro is my younger brother and our Father is the Grand Don, Leader of the Italian Mafia in Chicago.’ Lis

It was my job as il fantasma but as Alexia Skylar Hale, My job was to control my father's company by his side. My father was Chris Hale. The owner of the Hale company and the leader of the American mafia. We were the second most well known family because of our company. Us being in the mafia part was private. In the mafia world, we were ranked second and we were fine with it considering the family who was ranked first was my father's friend, an ally. They were the De Santis, Italian mafia. Like us, most people weren't aware of their involvement in the mafia world. Their leader, Ace, was 22 and rumors had it, he was good at his job. People were scared of him for reasons I knew all too well. I

Nikolas had the thought that he wouldn't be astonished if it turned out that he hailed from the family line of Judas as his ancestor. However, there is something he didn’t notice before. Those eyes, they were somewhat familiar. He just doesn’t know where he had seen it. Tommaso Seraglios, the Italian mafia kingpin. His mortal sworn enemy. Their enmity rotted before he was even born. They were the ones that blocked their shipments from Russia. The primary cause of each and every unsuccessful transaction. The hijacking of his equipment and the loss of goods that were supposed to be delivered to a particular area. Their rivalry runs deeper than Nikolai thought before he stepped in and took over

I’m not looking at Dante but I can tell his eyebrows are furrowed and he sounds exasperated at his right hand’s betrayal. Luca however, is not changing his mind. He pushes off the bookshelf he’s leaning on to walk toward us, leaning his hands on the backrest of the chair I’m currently sitting on. “No, think about it seriously for a second. The police may be in Serafino’s pocket but what’s sweeter to a police commissioner’s record than single-handedly bringing down three of the most notorious mafia families known to man?” Damn. I hadn’t thought of that but I’m nothing if not resourceful so I throw some ‘that’s rights’ and ‘exactlys’ as Luca explains more.

That wasn't comforting. “And if she isn't?” “We will kill each and every one of them. Vincenzo is ruthless, but he is not stupid. I am sure he wouldn't want to start a war with you”, Ben said, no matter how comforting his words were. These people were Mafia lords, they feared no one, not even the law itself. My eyes drifted off to the CCTV footage, “Cara is leaving, let's follow her” I said, standing up. Usually, I wouldn't be present to catch her myself, but I was anxious about Taylor, any sort of distraction just not to worry was highly welcome.

I observe my reflection without managing to avoid thinking about many situations that have passed during this last time, resulting in many secrets have been revealed to me, more than I estimated, a world spread out in front of me that I was not able to see and now take shape in front of an opaque, dense, dark background. On the one hand, I encounter the reality that Black is in a world of mafias that he is trying to get out of, which I do not think is without paying a high price in the attempt. Then there is his secret family, the wife he says he left behind without her having untied herself from him and the daughter he hides to protect her, a secret he now shares with me. Finally, Mikael Sy

“Because the way he tossed you out, doesn’t that feel familiar? Doesn’t it feel like what men like him always do once they’re done using you? He let you go because he doesn’t need you anymore. His deal is more important to him and he would give you away just to get what he wants.” He took a step closer, voice tightening. “If he really loved you, he would’ve fought for you. He would’ve told me no, even if it risked the deal. But he didn’t. He let you walk, because he's done with you. You weren’t some cherished woman he couldn’t let go of. You were nothing more than a bargaining chip.” “Stop it,” I said, rising to my feet. He stood too, voice low and burning. “Your father, what would he think

Meanwhile in Argentina, Maria, had a very particular visit in Bella Vista, because the men of the Mexican mafia showed up at her house, dressed as an internet fixer, they staged a scene where part of the team was faking a fix, and the main person in charge of that operation talked inside with the young De La Cruz and warned her about the strange orders that the boss sends her to carry out; - The boss knows about your investigation and how risky everything is for you, but you must become very close to Emiliano Romero and control all his movements, do whatever it takes for him to trust you, it is very important right now, I cannot give you more information, because I am not authorized to do so

she asked, her voice barely audible, bracing herself. Richard’s jaw tightened, his eyes darkening with a grief that felt raw, even after all these years. “The Italians,” he said, his voice low and bitter. “A rival mafia. Things were getting ugly—turf wars, blood in the streets. One night, they hit the café. Retaliation for a deal gone wrong. I was across town, on another job. They shot up the place—killed the owner, two waitresses… and Alina.” Pamela’s heart stopped, a sharp pang slicing through her. She didn’t speak, didn’t move, just held him tighter, her arms wrapping around him as if she could shield him from the pain of the past.