Itzy Mafia Novels & Stories

“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.

How the fuck they are still allowing him to take shit over is beyond me the Bratva is one of the most strictest mafia groups along side the worst of the worst of people to ever walk the face of the planet the KKK, they are known to fuck shit up and ask questions later and now they are acting as if all is forgiven and allowing him to take shit over. Alexi has either paid a heft fucking due of there’s something we are all missing and Sapphire has something to so with it in and unintentional way only someone who has no fucking clue about it would.

"I think you both need to sit down for this." They both walked over to the small seating area near the window. Stefan and Mia sat on the couch while Mose took the chair across from them, moving carefully but with determination. "I think it's the Santiagos." The name hit the room like a physical blow. Mia's eyes went wide, and Stefan's jaw tightened. "What?" Mia whispered. Mose nodded grimly. "The Santiago family." "The biggest Mafia family in Italy?" Mia asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "The family that everyone fears?" Another nod.

Mike immediately walked in and closed the door behind him. "Boss, You were right..." he replied extending a tabloid towards Nathan. The tabloid had some of the recorded videos. "Michael is back..." Nathan's eyes narrowed as he saw the footage on the screen. Michael Grayson, aka Gaga, was like a sworn enemy to Nathan, leading one of the mafia gang in Italy. He was both dangerous and ruthless. Though Nathan was also related to the mafia, he always had his hands clean. Unlike him, Michael's gang deals with all sorts of illegal activities. Killing, smuggling improper contents were his normal businesses.

"Nico, not God." Jessa snorted, rolled her eyes. "Yeah, picked up on that one, thanks. What the hell is going on?" I looked up at Ryker. He was giving me straight-face. Really good, unreadable straight-face. The turd. Shifting back to Jessa, I cleared my throat. "Do you know who the Amatuccis are?" Jessa nodded. "For years they've been touted as the New Trenadie version of the Italian mafia." She rolled her eyes. Smiled.

"So, what now? Are you going to say it?" "I'm not telling you a thing, but we all have one message: the Italian mafia does not belong in the right hands. Imagine what trafficking could do. Imagine what adding other fun things could do. You'd be the most powerful mafia on the continent. You would be incomparable, you would be strong, and everything. But here you are. If you want to run a mafia, run a mafia. It's not a good boy house."

Debbie asks curiously, trying to understand the situation. "The Notorious Butterfly Gang has announced a war against the Blue Dragon Group of Anonymous Mafia from Italy. They're gathering allies from all over the world, and it's going to be a huge war. Some groups haven't joined, but the Butterfly Gang is threatening them. They're the most powerful mafia group, and they want to be the only ones ruling Italy. As long as the Blue Dragon Group is around, they won't stop, sweetie," he explained. Debbie understood the explanation and was terrified.

“You think you won? You think you could take us out? We are professionals.” My eyebrow rose as I let my arm stretch to the right side and shot the guy who peaked around the last trucks front door. “You see, you might be professional, my dear sweet Jerard. But we are mafia.” Crouching down, I brushed off invisible dust from his vest. “More accurately, we are Russian bratva, but potato-tomato.” “You aren’t bratva.” I chuckled. “Well, not by birth. By marriage, yes. I’m actually part of the Italian mafia. A mafia princess some would say. But you guys don’t dip into our side, do you? Your employer didn’t know and apparently you need a new research team.”