Italian Mafia Series Novels & Stories

Fredrick's cries filled the room, and nobody dared to stop him. "You as*hole, she is your daughter. Is it not enough that you killed her mother? Did you want to kill her too?" he roared angrily. Nero and Alesso quietly stood beside Matteo. The mafia life is tough. They have only a handful of rules, and they take them seriously. Breaking a rule is a serious crime. Fredrick sagged in Matteo's hold and his face became unrecognizable. It is black and blue with two black eyes and blood is everywhere.

“Congratulations, Boss!” Without waiting for the celebration, Drake turned on his heel and walked out of the church. Amy followed closely behind, flanked by a sea of suits and heavy artillery. The moment the heavy church doors slammed shut behind them, the priest’s knees gave out, and he collapsed onto the altar floor, completely unconscious. Meanwhile, across the city, the atmosphere was entirely different. Inside the fortified syndicate of the Blood Pact Mafia. The second largest crime syndicate in Italy. Athan, a hardened man in his early fifties, sat high on a leather chair that served as his throne. The air in his private chambers was thick with the pungent, sweet scent of a heavy blunt

She was so tired that before she knew here legs gave out under her and she fell to the ground. Meanwhile at the Francesco mansion, Marco was livid because he found out his partner in crime, Giovanni had been working with the Russian mafia underboss, leaking information and was going to kill him. One of his men came to him that they had caught him when he was about to flee the country and they had tied him up in the chair at the usual spot. (The spot was were they kept traitors who were going to die, which was close to the ocean bank where no one will hear when he shot them, not that he cared)

​​she asks. Up here, the aforementioned man speaks and she wastes no time in going up to meet him. We follow her upstairs, where the Ivanov brothers are; among them is Yulia, who is standing next to the blondy's brother, who talks to her with a smile. Mom stands at the end of the room as she talks to Christopher and pregnant Scarlet. The leaders of the Italian mafias are meeting via video call, given that after completing their operations with the Corelia's, they left, leaving a few men in charge of their respective businesses without becoming directly involved.

Xavier shot at two more before taking cover. Then Xavier saw him, Casso the brother of Matteo, the Spanish Mafia leader. He was young, just about nineteen with the similar built as his senior brother, Xavier watched him shoot at one of his men, getting them square in the head. He was good too. They had come to his own club to attack him, but what they didn't know was that this was his territory and everything worked for him. He knew the ins and outs, all the hidden passages, so he followed one of the hidden routes that would land him just where he wanted to be - close to Casso.

Xavier stated twirling his spaghetti around his fork "I'll take you there one day." "I'd be honored." I smiled "What exactly do you do you know where?" "Everything a normal mafia does." Xavier said to me softly and I looked around to make sure no one was listening "We're the biggest and most deadly mafia in Italy. We don't deal with drugs though. We leave that out the mix but we do everything else." "You kill people then?" I asked shyly

"Lives with her dad. They're hard-core broke so she works lots of part-time jobs. Her mom is terminally ill. Has been like that for a few years now. We trailed her a bit more and found out the money she stole was deposited for her mom's hospital bills. Should we move in on her?" I didn’t answer. Instead, I turned to my laptop and typed in the name Movark. A file popped up on the screen. My eyes scanned the document, and suddenly, I froze. A slow, wolfish grin spread across my face as I read, followed by a low chuckle. Jet frowned, glancing at Marcus, who looked equally confused. “Boss?” Jet ventured cautiously. I leaned back in my chair, chuckling softly. The sound grew louder, echoing throu

If so I need to get the girls away from them as quickly and humanely as possible. They're not good guys though they may seem it on the outside inside they don't give a shit about anyone but themselves ever since Maulvey’s sister committed suicide they became the most deadly drug dealer assassin and I feel that a storm is coming and the worst one in history one that can cause a war between the mafia and the drug lords. There has already been some ruckus about Dreads death and if they are blaming either of these two girls as well as the Greens they will take their ultimate revenge and it won't be pretty.

Third Person Pov: Thomas Allen is one of the most ruthless leaders in the mafia gang Hayden Wren heads. Its known as 'Python'. Recently, there's been a fued between the two, hence; Thomas moved to Dubai. The members of the gang thought things would dissolve over time... but it didn't. Communication seized between the two for the past two years. Now, Thomas is back to set things right.

So, he continues "I was the leader of American mafia. My real name is 'STEVEN KNIGHT' not Steven Moritz. Aidan's father 'Eric uncle' and your grandpa were alliances. During our childhood, we lived all together. Both the families were the envious of them all. Dad handled American mafia whereas Eric uncle had Canada and Mexico under his control. It was the most powerful mafia clan. Everyone feared them. But we were a happy loving family until the day, when we lost dad and uncle. You know sweetheart, power comes with its own thorns. Once you got the hunger of power, you can't back away. There's only destruction after that. In mafia nothing matters just the power. The more powerful you are the l