Itzy Mafia Novels & Stories

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.”

Mia shouts. "I will do anything for my children, including teaching them to be a damn Don and Donna in the Italian Mafia. The Italian Mafia is not a bloody charity organization! It is a crime syndicate with many enemies, and my children will learn from a young age to handle it! Mia, you need to trust me to do what is best for our children," I say. I am mad that she can even question me. "How can I when you want them to see you kill someone, and they are only seven!" Mia shouts.

Few spectators who had ever got a glimpse of him often said only one line. "If one wants to see the nightmare dressed in a daydream they that's the new Bratva who is getting ready to take his father's position." Yes. Bratva is the most desirable looking man who can rip someone's heart while smiling and just the movement of his one finger, the country dances and so do the other mafias under him. He has a specific alliance with Italian and American mafia troops, depending on which even the CIA isn't interested to interfere in his business or movements.

Fuck. What if she…It can’t be. Looking back at Miles, he hasn’t moved from his spot, eyeing the door with a knowing look, confirming what I already figured out. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck Liam for doing this. “A friend of mine told me an interesting tactic that they use in the IMC,” Miles speaks up, breaking through my fear stricken thoughts. I can barely focus right now, my mind whirling with the possibilities. “Italian Mafia Council. You know what that is, right?” when Mr Sirenio asked.

It was my job as il fantasma but as Alexia Skylar Hale, My job was to control my father's company by his side. My father was Chris Hale. The owner of the Hale company and the leader of the American mafia. We were the second most well known family because of our company. Us being in the mafia part was private. In the mafia world, we were ranked second and we were fine with it considering the family who was ranked first was my father's friend, an ally. They were the De Santis, Italian mafia. Like us, most people weren't aware of their involvement in the mafia world. Their leader, Ace, was 22 and rumors had it, he was good at his job. People were scared of him for reasons I knew all too well. I

Being discreet is an essential part of Sierra’s culture. Issues are being avoided like the plague. So, it was important not to get involved in fights and to never ever begin a scene. Battles with ‘ordinary’ people are only to be fought if and only if the other party starts it. Growing up with disguised security around her, this barely happens.