Jane Mafia Novels & Stories

“Her name is Tracy Sande. She has a good side, despite the fact that she could come across as tough on the outside. She is only bad when it is required. I have seen her develop into a woman, and I must admit that I am impressed by her courage.” “You do? How did you find yourself working for a mafia?” I committed myself to working for the boss's mother for the rest of my life because she had saved my life. It is such a tragic that you murdered her.” Jane grimaced. A minute of silent passed before I broke it out, “ I am sorry.” I lowered my head and I could feel a tear streaming down my right cheek of which I quickly wiped off. “It happens but don’t be too comfortable here. Your days are numbe

“You should have done your research beforehand. Perhaps you won’t fail stealing from another mafia.” He grunted. “Who are you?” She finally withdrew her gun and squatted down to his level. The confidence of this woman was beyond me. “Allow me to introduce myself. La regina. The queen of the mafia.” His chuckle was taunting yet with desperation. “There is no queen in the mafia.”

Thought Clouded Alyssa's mind as she wondered what in the world had happened when she called Mr mafia last night. After a lot of thought, she still couldn't remember what had happened and she decided not to disturb herself by thinking of what had happened last night over the call instead she started to think of what could be next for her now that she had accepted to be the contracted wife to a Mafia lord. "Even if I do not have a long time to live again due to my sickness, I still don't want to die quickly in the hands of my handsome Mr mafia," Alyssa said to herself as she went down the stairs to prepare breakfast for herself.

Her voice breaks and there are murmurs of confusion in the room. " As all of you know, I have other businesses that require my attention and being in a tight position" She touches her tummy with a gentle smile "Today I am dropping the mafia" Mia mumbles and there are opposing voices everywhere. Especially from the girls who appear to be on the verge of crying. "Don't worry girls, I am not dropping you just yet," She chuckles glancing at Fabio who has an unreadable expression on his face.

The kitchen was filled with the aroma of tomato and oregano, but it didn't soothe me like it normally did. "Why eleven?" I asked, attempting to maintain a steady tone. The average Mafia member didn't completely initiate until they were sixteen years old. "Is it because of his dad?" Umberto stopped moving and grinned, flashing a golden incisor. "You believe that because he is the Boss's son, he has it easy? The decision was made to initiate him early because he killed his first man at the age of eleven." Gianna shrieked. "He's an evil monster."

Europe. For most of the young people in that crowded neighborhood, the quest for the American dream took the form of illegal gambling, bootlegging and bootlegging. The East Side, therefore, The Mob Girl 16 became a haven for bandits and, ultimately, the birthplace of the Mafia, both Italian and Jewish. During the 1930s and 1940s, Arlyne's father made his fortune through scams, but his main desire was to have his two daughters respected. The youngest opted for a life of righteousness. In her position as older sister, Arlyne had the opportunity to do the same, but declined and preferred to follow the example of her maternal grandmother, owner of a funeral home in the neighborhood and a woman

thinking about the incident that was almost taking his wife away from him. They drive away to a white imperial mansion and stop the car in front of it. Jacob is sitting on the couch, and a smirk forms on his face upon seeing Ellen and Zen. “How is your wife, Ellen?” Jacob asks, looking at Ellen. “She is okay; thanks for your help, but where is our respectable guest?” Ellen asks Jacob curiously; he indicates that they should come with him. “I think nobody can deal with her except you,” Jacob says in a grumpy tone, a bitter expression spreads across his face. Now Ellen and Zen understand quickly how annoying the girl is that she became able to bother Jacob this much. He takes them to his dung

Derrick. The name alone made my blood boil. He’d always been a step ahead, always managed to take what I wanted. And now, he was about to become the Mafia Don for the district. Not because he deserved it, but because he was marrying that maid, Joan. The arrangement was fake, I knew it. It had to be. Derrick wasn’t capable of love, and certainly not with a maid.

The man was clearly expecting Ava to answer. She nodded without meeting his eyes. “And your name is?” he asked. “Ava,” she told him in a thin voice. “Ava Cobler?” he wanted to know. Her name had never sounded so beautiful before, it surprised her. She almost forgot to nod. “My name is Zane Velky,” he introduced himself, holding out a hand. Ava’s eyes grew bigger as he heard the name. Oh no, not that, anything but that, she thought. “You have heard of me,” he smiled, he sounded satisfied. Ava nodded. Everyone who lived in the city knew the name Velky, it was the largest mafia group in the state with its centre in the city. And Zane Velky was the head of the family, the don, the big boss, the

Kylan Just when I thought things were getting better, another problem had spawned out of nowhere, and now I was caught up in the middle of everything. Even though I had expected that this matter would arise sooner or later, I did not expect it to escalate the way it did. Apparently Joanna had been part of a mafia group, and her family's company had been affiliated with this group as well. According to what Diana had told me, the mafia group she had been part of didn't believe that she had died from an ordinary robbery.