Itzy Mafia Novels & Stories

hurted by that mental comment but I knew it was true I almost jumped when I felt his hand on mine.. "You always knew..so why today..?"he asked softly I sighed.."I knew ..but I didn't want to believe.. until you say it with your own words" He gave me an intense stare .. though I didn't return it instead I looked away "So tell me Ahmed are you in the Mafia??" I asked looking at him He looked back.. his hazel eyes sunk into mine.. then he swallowed.., his Adam's apple moving up and down , for a minute I swooned

When Patrick adds Mafia members and continues what his Boss has built in South Korea, he manages to disguise their identity as a mafia group. No one knows that Laura is a Mafia in the outfit of a famous CEO in Korea. Yes. Laura managed to build a company that was able to become the strongest company in the country. If someone tricked him to make a lose big. Not only will he take the money back, but the person's life will also be made as a penance for sins.

"How did you even have the courage to betray us? How did the thought of treachery come into your dirty mind? Black Tiger walked into a dark room when he heard these words. A person in a tight black dress was yelling at a girl. In the middle of the field, a wooden cross-shaped board was installed, with a 25-year-old girl tied to it, with an expression of fear on her face and tears constantly flowing from her eyes. The person standing in black dress was their leader, ‘Master Thomson’. Apart from that, all the people standing were his warriors, who were named Tigers. Tigers were a gang of Mafia leaders, led by Master Thomson. Master Thomson was a great name in the black world. He was a most cru

“Because of you, I spent years in prison.” Mia’s heart pounded. “I don’t understand… Who are you?” Bryan yanked off the hood, revealing her face. His eyes opened in awe as he recognized her. He could never forget her face. This was the woman who had built the monster inside him. The woman who had shaped him into what he had become. This woman was well known in the mafia world before she had gone to prison— Bryan sent her to prison! Mia gasped, her body going rigid.

"It was an extremely shady business. In fact, it was money laundering and a few other illegal offences included. They said they needed to trade a few materials I wasn't privy to, but it was gonna yield a massive amount of money. To evade the law, they needed reputable businesses to receive the money as a form of investment and then pay the agreed amount to an individual. That way, we get to keep our cut and they get to keep theirs." "Let me guess, you lost the money," I sighed. "I swear, I never got paid," he said. "But they somehow have evidence that shows that I did. Now, I'm being accused of stealing the money that I learned belonged to the most powerful man in the underground mafia." "Wh

Ohhh boy, he isn't going to let this topic go easily. I groan at constantly being treated like a baby. "You know aiden and roseline are our very close friends. We kinda brought up together. So both Aaron and rosaline is like you and Janice to us. For once I would have considered approving Aaron for you but not after all the heroic sh*t. I am going to tell you something ella and I want you to listen to me with open mind." I don't know why but anxiety starts to arising inside me. "Aaron runs a mafia clan. He's the king of America mafia. The ultimate leader." By each passing word my mind seals automatically. My breathe hitched, brain got jammed and body refuse to move. How many more shocks are

HAKAN *** Of all the Italian Mafia families, the Il ragni, better known as the Spider Famiglia, were the worst. They had no sense of honour, no moral code, no restriction, no limits. Anything was okay to them as long as they made a profit. Doing any form of business with them was a risk because they were more likely to use you for their gain . They were good at blackmail and backstabbing and their partners usually ended up dead. It was why they were only associated with the worst of the worst sets of people like the butcher. Most reputable crime families and organisations avoided them for a reason. Yet, here I was, using an Alias to try and make a deal with them. Obviously I couldn’t approac

“No one here will spill the beans on your presence. We have rules.” I glanced up at him, my eyebrows raised. “Rules?” He smirked. “Remember how I told you about rule number one when we went shopping? Well, this is rule number two: ‘No snitching’.” “What do you mean?” I asked quietly, taking note of how closely I was walking beside Logan, as though he served as some sort of barrier against the other attendees. “I mean,” he said, casually draping his arm around my shoulders, “everyone here is part of the mafia or some other criminal organization. They don’t give a shit if some billionaire’s daughter is here, and that’s if they even notice you—which they won’t. No offense.”

They start off stealing and then excalates to war, and that's why the Italians are here because they want to war. Right now, I am getting ready to go to our warehouse to meet the new recuits. Hopefully, they are better than the last set we had. Becoming a new member of the mafia is stressful, for both us and them. There is a series of tests to even be considered as a recuit. Mia and Diego were accompanying me. We were also going to meet Vincenzo's brother and sister (Valentino and Gabrielle). Mama wanted us to show them around the warehouse since they were going to be here for a while, and I thought they could be potential friends.

She shrugged, avoiding my gaze. I held her chin, forcing her to look at me. "Shut your smart mouth, and listen to my rules." She didn't respond with her mouth, just a deadly look that felt like she could kill me with her eyes. "On our wedding night, according to the italian mafia rule, a bride is supposed to provide proof of her virginity and since I'm not going to be touching you, we're going to have to fight a way around that." Aurora heaved a sigh of relief. And all it made sense, she wasn't eager to sleep with me and it made me mad.