Itzy Mafia Novels & Stories

someone behind Matteo called. “Thirty.” He stayed silent. He wasn’t here for this one. A few more were brought up. Bidding wars broke out. Laughter echoed in the room. Some of the men already whispered about what they’d do with their purchases. Matteo barely blinked. He’d come for someone specifically. A hacker. Eighteen years old, barely old enough to vote, but talented enough to infiltrate the Romano family's system and stupid enough not to cover her tracks. Word was she'd been caught trying to sell data to a rival syndicate.

They all come to you with so much sweetness but after a while, when all the butterfly flutters in the belly are gone they begin to act all weird and start doing things to you that you wouldn't expect. I need to keep myself safe from such people. Nate is a mafia boss, he kills people for a living. People's lives don't mean anything to him. He can just attack you anytime, anyway and anywhere. How can I even trust him? How do I know if he just wants to play with me and dump me after that? Nate can't like someone like me. How can a mafia boss who specialises in hurting people be capable of liking someone? I decided to let go and not ponder on the matter anymore.

“You can say it.” “Yes, that,” A chill went through my spine. “And what does it stand for again?” I had never heard of them before. “Mafia Intelligence and Security Agency, it’s quite the name, isn’t it?” “Yes,” I swallowed my throat. The reality of the situation was starting to sink in, and it wasn’t looking good. From all the organizations it could’ve been, it had to be one specifically built to, what I assume, take down the Mafia. "I came to visit because I want to know what I’m getting into," I lied, giving her the saddest look I possibly could. I could see Jessica’s hesitation kicking in.

That same hand that pulled a trigger right in front of me. I placed the photo back down. The bitterness burned through my throat like acid. The phone on the bed vibrated. A message popped up from Luca. ~ LUCA: The church priest’s file you asked for. I'm sending the details now. I unlocked the phone and scrolled through. Name: Father Kieran Hale. Background: An Unknown Orphan Occupation: Parish Priest of St. Philomena Cathedral. Age: 27. Former Occupation: A church worker. I scrolled down to see a picture attached down. He really had changed, his once tough body now looked fragile under my gaze, his faltering fake smile looked clean like he couldn't hurt a fly.

He replied to her, standing from his seat to lean on his table. “How can a living subject be sold off without her own consent?” She inserted air quotes around the sold off. For a moment, Marie forgot she was standing in front of someone affiliated to the greatest and most dangerous Mafia group in the country. But, what did she have to lose? She was already brought here against her own will, and it doesn’t seem like anyone is going to answer the question as to why she’s here.

“Don't give me that look, you are responsible for this. You endangered them when you senselessly tweeted about coming here to spend Christmas with them.” "It's not my fault. So the Italian mafia is enraged with the tweets of a young girl and decided to act on the death threats they've been sending since. What do you all stand to gain by killing an innocent family with no connection to me? They knew nothing,” I said, whimpering as my voice cracked due to how I was crying. All I could feel was rage, a blinding rage that melted every sense of danger and fear I had left. I struggled against my restraints, fighting to break free until my hands and knuckles began to bleed.

He kindly explains as his ocean-baby blue irises study me. "What has this Burak person done to earn your interest in bringing his company to an end?" I enquire with curiosity, the name oddly sounding familiar. "Let us simply state that the Esposito family does not accept cazzate (Bullshit) from any family with whom we do business. Especially the Turkish mafya (mafia)." He sneers, his eyes becoming clouded with contempt.

" An advice and please take it. No matter what you do, don't you dare provoke a mafia, it never ends well" " You know what? This city is so stupid to be scared of you. Dreaded Mafia my foot. Nothing is dreadful about you. You're just some mean crazy psycho girl who doesn't want people to be happy because her life is bitter. Not a mafia boss, but you're a crazy lady who should be in the psychiatric hospital right now, receiving treatments and let a real Mafia deal with the Mafia gangs out there. What do you know how to do? I can bet your men ain't even scared of you"

She notices the frown on my face and she throws the file in her hands on my lap leaving them scattered and open everywhere and I was beyond shocked. "Your chief and so called ex boss has been with the Wolves since day one." The Wolves. After the vipers which is Arianna's Mafia, the Wolves are the next deadliest in all history. Arianna's Mafia group is still more low and secretive in the underworld than the Wolves. They go against every single law in the book bringing chaos and destruction everywhere. They engage in human trafficking for money or just sexual pleasure, they sell drugs and they're investing a new drug that I know nothing about, because my boss has chosen to hide it from me.

"You're only furious at me. So, go on. Kill me now if that will make you happy." Zamantha screamed. "No!" Zara clenched her jaw and scoffed. "Woah. So, you two managed to bewitch my youngest sister as well. Amazing. But, that won't stop me from telling everyone this." Subsequently, Zara projected herself to her family and the crowd of housemaids gathering by the door. "Everyone, listen up. You probably didn't know about this. But, this man." Zara pointed at Dionysus. "Is a fucking secret mafia lord. Yeah, right. A mafia boss. Do you know what a mafia is?"