Itzy Mafia Novels & Stories

Albert dragged the trembling boy along with him leaving Fenrir on Damien's mercy. "Hmm... I heard that you like to see your men fucking those innocent young boys?" Damien asked holding his chin. "Whatever you do Damien, I am not afraid of you." Fenrir snorted. "Call 'Brothers' and tell them to fuck him until he is left with no sperm." Damien instructed and left for his office. 'Brothers' was a group of 5 Italian mafia men. They were built with heavy muscles and had ugly appearance with curly hair and dragon tattoos all over their body. They were famous to be ruthless in their job and were bisexual.

So sweet moments like this were very rare for him. “Never mind, I know you're hungry because you were chased by the Blood mafia earlier.” Instantly, Cylo lunged at Jeff, grabbing him by the collar. The name Blood Mafia was very sensitive to him. So he felt angry when Jeff said it. “How do you know about that?” asked Cylo, still staring intently at Jeff. “Did you destroy my and Ivo's house?”

He said and Kingsley ended the call without another word. He turned back and faced them, slipping his phone into his pocket as Tessa walked closer, her eyes searching his face. "Who was it?" she asked quietly and Kingsley looked at her for a moment before answering. "Tiger, ever heard of him?" Tessa shook her head slowly, confusion written all over her face, but then something clicked and her eyes widened. "Wait, you mean Tiger? The leader of the most cruel and dangerous mafia gang in Italy, the one people are too scared to even mention his name openly, was that him on the phone?" she said, her voice trembling.

Mafia is a process, not a thing _____________________________________ Irina's point of view: "You are late this morning to your practice, What's wrong?" My friend and instructor, Garry asked "I have menstrual cramps, I don't think I can practice today" I told him. "Oh sorry, let me get you chocolate then" he said as he went out of the practice room to get me the chocolate. I sat on one of the benches and took out my phone to call Sarah, Sarah has been my personal maid and friend. I only have two friends in my life and they are Garry and Sarah. Okay, this is my life. Since when I was born into this world, I have never been out of this compound before, I have always been indoor. I have been in

Cylantra is the main land for smuggling and for nearly a century, mafia owned this city for their business and as their home. It is also here that the Golden Eagle clan - the most powerful mafia clan over years was born by three best friends a decade ago which later had to face a horrific tragedy and the clan fell apart as quickly as it rose to power.

*Lilith POV* Seated on the table are the eight core members of the powerful Mafia family in the country of Italy, known as the Sniper's Gang, the most feared and respected. We have Deigo, the Don and leader of the gang, and his Wife Mario; Capo Gaston and his wife Maya; Capo Trevor and his wife Brabra; and the gay partners, Rocco and Kristen. After the brief introduction, the merriment began at the large table, and before I knew it, the ladies loosen up and began to chit-chat with me, and I did the same.

Candela stared at Mario blankly. "This is one juicy news," Mimi quipped. "Funny how she is pissed about dad's affair when she is also fucking his cousin," Mario said, looking at Dante. Dante moved his eyes towards Mario, glaring at him. Mario tilted his head. "You want to be the Don so badly, huh?" Dante clenched his jaw. "A true blood is the least requirement to run a mafia. That's the reason your uncle handed all his assets to my dad instead of you, his worthless piece of shit nephew," Mario said, smirking.

I asked in their face. “Yes mafia princess, please spare us” “Hm “I thought. “We’ll do anything,” one said pleading with tears in his eyes. That’s when an idea struck me. If they’re from the American mafia then they should know all the plans and tactics that the big bosses use. They would be of great help to us and then we can kill them off. “What are you guys name?” I asked. “Wyatt” “Jamey” “Keith” “Mackison”

My hands itch, my right foot resting above my left starts to wiggle, I sit beside my uncle facing the capos of the mafia with a face that shows the intent of killing. I am mad. I am fucking mad. Someone wants to ruin the joining of the Italian and Russian mafia but why? "I can just tell it's the Russians at work. It's their style to bomb things" someone speaks from the crowd while every other person in the room make sounds of agreement. "They want ownership of our outfit!" another person hollers.

Lydia expressed, “it’s just the mafia.” Sylvia shot her mother an incredulous look. How could this woman say this wasn’t a big deal? It was the mafia— a scary organization. Even the media doesn’t dare to report nonsense about them. “What position do you have in the mafia?” Sylvia asked. “The boss,” he generously responded. “Right. The boss. This is not truly a big deal. You are just the boss,” Sylvia voiced out. Speaking about it, could it be considered an achievement that she dared to act out in front of a mafia boss? He didn’t even mind her. He truly endured a lot for her mother. True love indeed.