Itzy Mafia Novels & Stories

“It's about Iris.” “What about her?” “She's a mafia—”

Tricia said. Immediately she said it, I kissed her lip. I didn't care about how Cherry's face looked. I still need him to pay for what he has done, and the result of everything was going to be death. "Alright, what is your plan?" I asked. "You are the mafia here," she said and I smiled. "Mafia boss," I said. "Theresa is also a mafia." Tricia twisted her lip, looking at Theresa, who smiled. Cherry also looked at Theresa.

“Even before the birth of Master Reign, his father and his grandfather and his great grandfather and his…” “I get it.” I say quickly, fearing he might go on and on, if I let him. The man was a like young puppy. “So, the Rafe Mafia go way back many decades.” “Yes, ma’am. The Rafe Mafia is one of the most feared and respected cartels in Italy. We have ties all around the world.” That word ‘respected’ often translates to the most ‘hated’ in the mafia life. “So, the shipping company is just a ‘legal’ front for their shady business.” I conclude

“ The other way around isn't so bad. “ Stacy confirmed. “ And what about Chad? “ Dencia asked lacing a mean glare at Maria. Maria saw the look of spite Dencia gave her, she decided to change the topic. “ Instead of talking about those rich fuck boys, why don't we talk about ourselves? Like why are we girls registered in a game of sex? I am sure not everyone of us believed that we would wind up here. “ The gathering went cold silent. “ Way to ruin the good mode. “ Dencia hissed. “ Are you sure we should be sharing such close information? we were given colors as names for a reason. “ Hope Violet said in a tender voice. “ I don't see a harm in my question, I think it would get us comfortable wi

Seven? “Thank you,” she replied, flashing me a weak smile. “It’s a tough business, the mafia.” I wanted to know more, but I didn’t want to push. “I’m sure it is.” I’d heard horror stories about the mafia. Shootings and stabbings seemed to be common place. The mafia was notorious for hitmen, werewolves willing to kill a target for money. And I assumed the Santonio family, as one of the biggest mafia around, had a TON of hit men.

Lorenzo said. "She is dangerous. They hacked into our systems," Paul said. "What! If they manage to hack into your system and you are one of the best, that means they can hack any mafia system," Lorenzo said. "She has. I know she has," I told them. "How?" James asked. "If their system knows which tattoo belongs to which mafia, which cars, the leaders, their wives, and children, you think that they haven't?" I asked, and they all kept quiet. "We need them on our side as soon as possible. Maybe she can help us defeat Elijah," James said.

“I-I don’t know… I’m not good with funerals. Just go with Allegra or something.” Dante raised a brow at her. “What exactly do you have against Allegra?” “Seriously? She constantly beats me up, and you never do anything about it—“ “You’re jealous,” Chiara scoffed. “Why would I be jealous? You kept me in your house and let Allegra beat me up without any real consequences for her. Is seeing me hurt your fetish or something?!” She argued, her voice thick with insinuation. “Don’t say that. I have to face a lot of shit because of you so don’t think I have the time to punish Allegra—“

I Like Boys by Todrick Hall David; I watch the code running across my screen, and above the sound of my fingers clucking and clacking furiously against the keyboard, all I can hear is my heart pounding in my ears. 80% of Dimitri’s empire has been laid bare before me. His accounts, his dummy wallets, his offshore hideouts… shipment site… everything is staring right at me, and by pulling the right strings, I can make him crumble. I need to be wise, though. Enough to cripple him, but not enough to drag the thirsty vengeance of the other Mafia families who are his strong allies. This isn't just revenge. This is justice for Sal. Justice for all that fucker out Sal through, and for dearing to lay

Raynel continued, Tita looked over Tito, who gave her a weak nod, and she smiled weakly before facing them again. "Oh, I'm sorry about that. It's also a pleasure to meet you. I'm relieved that my baby has finally made friends. She's a bit of a loner, uhm... By the way, you can call me Tita Trixie." She politely responded by shaking their hands and smiling broadly, though her eyes conveyed her true emotion. Regret. She motioned us over to their receiving area, where I found three other guesses sitting on the long white couch. I recognized them. I'd met them once before when Dad introduced me to his mafia allies. If I'm not mistaken, they are one of Asia's most feared mafias.

He asks in a low but dark tone. "Uh..um, Itzel at first used to fight on the streets to make money for the mafia and for herself but that was cut short when her mother came to know about that and refrained her from doing that. But it was not like she could have just left the mafia like that after joining it, so she was told to join with us and help us to loot people like that. But soon she came to hate it to her bones and decided to give it up and do the street fighting again, even if her mother told her off for it." A hint of a smile appears across Dmitri's lips at that. He sure is proud of his little Itzel but is still worried sick about her wellbeing too. Street fighting has always been k