Itzy Mafia Novels & Stories

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Brittany asked. I lifted a shoulder. "He, um, he owns multiple businesses, I think" "All illegal" Wade snorted. "We all know the Costello Group of Companies is just a cover for the real thing." I tilted my head to the side. "What real thing?" Stacy leaned over to me and whispered in my ear. "That he is the head of a mafia." Mafia? It's the same word Scott once used. "Mafia?" I questioned in a low voice.

*** Zafira Wilder, a 30-year-old divorcee, thought she had escaped the shadows of her past, but her world is about to be shattered. When she becomes entangled with an Italian Mafia boss named Azrael Sartori, she's pulled into a dangerous game of power, passion, and betrayal. As she gets deeper into Azrael's world, secrets long buried resurface, and Zafira discovers a terrifying truth that her past is tied to an unbelievable and unnatural realm, one that the Mafia boss seems to control. Torn between the dark allure of the Mafia and the dark forces that threaten to consume her, Zafira must navigate a love that is as dangerous as it is intoxicating.

Weeks have passed since a new treaty has been made between the Irish, Russians, and Italian families. I’m still confident in the choice we made and I’m happy that Misha was so accommodating and understanding of my terms. Misha is really jolly and I kind of like him for it. He also throws the guys off, which I personally find funny. Misha is a breath of fresh air compared to the normal stuffy mafia guys. No offense to my kings, but they can be stuffy mafia men when they want to be.

Liliana and Zuki pulled rank, explaining that within the Hawthorne family, their statuses carried more weight than the best friend title. "Says who?" snapped Scarlett. "Where does it say that in your little mafia playbook?" "There is no mafia playbook," huffed Zuki as she threw her braids over her shoulders and placed her hands on her hips, her frustration oozing out with each word dripping from her lips. "And you need to check yourself and stop mentioning the mafia so loosely, especially when we're in a public place." Scarlett tried to argue, and Liliana rolled her eyes, muttering, "I don't have time for this!" before storming off to one of the changing rooms. Zuki grabbed a dress from the

A fricken mafia group! Their family company was just one big ploy to distract people from their real business of trafficking young girls and drugs. There wasn’t enough evidence to pin them down yet, but Dante told me they were so close to getting it. Laura wasn’t just a jealous and possessive ex; she was part of a fricken crime syndicate, and that made me even more terrified of her.

Since I have become his human diary, I know everything that there is to know about Arrigo. Leonardo has enjoyed the success and benefits that have come with being the first cousin of the Leonardo Mafia don. The Leonardo Mafia is the most notorious mafia in the whole of Italy and the world. They run the biggest drug trade operation, weapon trade and sex ring. They are what we have been taught to believe about mafia’s: ruthless. They bribe world leaders with millions in cash and kill spies who dare get too close.

Kathrine said as tears of anger started to fill her eyes. “Kathrine, please can we do this another time?” Andrew asked his voice calm and steady. “No! I need to know. Now!” Kathrine stared at Andrew waiting for him to answer. “I think you already know the answer to the important question.” Andrew said keeping his pose. “You’re part of a Mafia? What the fuck Andrew?” Kathrine yelled. Her breaths were loud and heavy. “Kathrine…” Andrew said as he stepped closer to her. “Get the fuck away from me! Stay the fuck away!” Kathrine said while stepping back away from Andrew.

Vince for a few years now and I knew when something important came up or not. “Listen up,” Mr. Vince said, his eyes scanning the room. “We’ve got a new assignment for Ethan. This is a priority. The government has made it clear that we need to eliminate a major threat, Dante Santoro.” I tried to remember where I heard the name from. Dante Santoro. I had heard rumors about him, but I knew better than to get involved in the mafia’s underworld, especially not the kind of mafia lord Santoro was. He was a well-known figure in Italy, a man who didn’t just control territory, he controlled fear. His reputation was so brutal that even the authorities had started to notice.

They had to know what was happening behind the scenes in order to support the family. We did have a few separate classes. A Mafia wife carried the future heir and it was her number one job. The girls learned everything there was to know about raising children or hiring nannies to do it for them, or so we were told. Some of the students, according to their birth, would be those nannies. All would have family connections. They also learned about charities and how to keep the family name in front of the right sort of media attention.