Itzy Mafia Novels & Stories

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

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"

he ask while we walk out of his house. I look at him like he's stupid "I'm not apart of the mafia I am the mafia," I say. He raises an eyebrow at me. "okay, maybe I'm not the mafia but I am a mafia queen I was born into the mafia so I'm mafia by blood," I tell him. he nods his head in understanding. "but seriously I am the mafia technically because Luca is the King of all mafia and he is the mafia so technically I am the mafia," I say trying to convince Blake but it didn't seem to work cause all he did was bust out and laugh. I pout a little and go over to Luca and I's car. "

The little girl says. "Are you calling yourself the king of the Mafia? Where do you get that from, Ricardo? I do not believe that the Mafia exists anymore, and you will have to stop watching movies. From now on. You are grounded for the rest of this year. You will not touch a computer. You will not watch TV or have a cell phone. I am very angry with you at this moment. How dare you try to pretend to be in the Mafia? Don't you know those people are dangerous and are no good to anyone around us?" Isabella plays her part to pretend that Ricardo is playing games. I almost had and heart attack when I heard that girl calling him the king of the mafia. I would not have known how to handle this situ