Itzy Mafia Novels & Stories

We go on and on about some arms exports and imports. "There's a masquerade ball the day after tomorrow, on Thursday, you and Amber will have to represent the Bianchi group of organizations." Says Harlow. I nod. To the world, we are just successful businessmen, but our roots are that of the mafia. We've got our hands in many illegal trades; arms, drugs, money laundering etcetera. But I have abolished human trafficking and slavery from our family. A family stands for an organization under me. At Night: Amber returns, clearly exhausted, but she plays her part. "Alessandro, I missed you." She says as she gives my shirt a slight tug.

He never fucking liked me and I did nothing to earn his approval because I would never get it. l am Alessia Ferrari the Don of the Italian mafia. Father only passed it down to me because he is dying and he has no male heirs, which is quite unfortunate for the bastard. He did not even have any illegitimate sons despite the fact that he fucked day in and day out. He hated watching me take over his mafia, making it mine, making the power mine. But I never asked for this life.

As we trudged through the exit, Alessia decided to show up and cause a little trouble. "You disgusting whore, how dare you give out what is mine to another person! You always do things to piss me off."She screamed and I rolled my eyes. She was referring to the mafia which I had handed over to her father. There was no way, and I mean no way on earth, I was going to let her get her hands on the mafia. She was too cunny and pathetic to rule a mafia just like her mother. Sly bitches that wanted nothing but money and fame.

Not because I was afraid, but because he wouldn't survive if I went all batshit crazy on him. He wouldn't. At all. And no one, not even my father would stop me. I shook my head as though to shake the thoughts off and stepped into the shower, the water scalding hot. I turned it down a bit. My father, Andre, Emillio, and I had been the only members of the Stravkos family at the meeting today. There were talks about a new opposition forming against the entire Italian Mafia, with Wyatt Williams at the forefront of it all. A recent, troubling development. Was it vengeance and hate or a burning lust for power that fueled this motive of his? I knew, without a hitch, that it was the latter. Given th

“At least I want her to die happy.” For a brief moment, silence settled between them. Then Michael sighed deeply. “So how exactly do we even go about this?” he asked eventually. “You can’t just release a wife audition flyer. Any woman would kill to become your wife,” Michael continued. “Which means we need to be extremely careful with whoever we choose.” He leaned closer slightly. “And let’s not forget there’s a chance the person eventually finds out about your mafia business.” Vindell’s eyes narrowed instantly. “So what exactly are you suggesting?”

I was going to reply him but he pulled me up by the collar and yelled in my face, “You have forgotten who you are. You are Don Davis Stone, son of Sylvester Stone. The Mafia Lord of this city, this state, and this country. You are power, you are authority, and no one has ever dared you and lived. You can't go weak by this little challenge, you have to get back up” then dropped me. “Yes true…” I replied before pointing to him, “But you missed one thing. You didn't mention husband to Grace fucking Daniel and I failed. I failed her as a husband”

> *Has Luna Been Moretti’s Whore All Along? > > *From Chart‑Topper to Mafia Mistress: The Fall of Luna Valentine* The words blur on the screen. “Mistress,” I whisper. “Whore. Toy.” My throat feels like it’s closing. Mia’s voice softens. “It’s trash,” she says. “None of it’s real.” “It’s real enough for them,” I say. “Real enough for sponsors. Labels. Fans. My whole brand is sad‑girl‑sings‑about‑bad‑choices, not actual mafia collateral.”

"I want access. You’re Raphael's brother. You work inside his empire. I want you to be my eyes and ears. Feed me information. Sabotage when necessary. Undermine quietly." Lorenzo recoiled slightly. "You want me to betray my brother?" Martin's smile didn't waver. "I want you to help me destroy him." "You’re insane." "Maybe. But I have the video. And I know how to make it go viral. Police, press, social media. You'll be roasted alive." Lorenzo balled his fists. "You're blackmailing me." "Let's call it bargaining." Silence stretched between them as the city lights shimmered below.

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.

Tommy and his cousins party like wild animals while the girls sat and had tea. I decided Sophia was going to have an amazing night. It was now my mission. I just can't let her have sex. I would probably be killed if I ruined a made man's woman, even if he deserved it. I was surprised how quickly the back yard filled up. Only people of the families were allowed at the mansion. There had to be like a hundred families in the mafia because there were a ton of people. Wait! Are they all related? I shuddered at that thought. I really hope that wasn't true.