Jane Mafia Novels & Stories

Mike's POV My meeting with Nate was not as bad as I thought it would be. I didn't know him before now but seeing how he was able to get my contact for him to reach out to me. It simply means he is a very dangerous man and he can get anything he wants. Thinking about it now, that's not so far-fetched from what a mafia can do. Nothing goes hidden in their watch except for something they lack interest in. I need to get informants like his for myself.

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’m sorry, Aria." He kissed her hair, her forehead, her cheeks, desperate and wild. "I thought I was protecting you," he said. "I thought... I was wrong." She pulled back, searching his face. For the first time, she saw the cracks in his armor. Luciano Moretti — the brutal, unstoppable mafia king — was shaking. "I can't lose you," he whispered, cupping her face with bloodstained hands. "I can't." Aria’s heart cracked open.

Ella's pov He left me hanging, my panties are with him the devil 👿, I did my business and moved to the waiting room, the place was set. One thing about the mafia they are good at throwing parties, this is really beautiful I said to myself peeping from the door. The deco was amazing and don't get me started about the men and women looked, they all look exquisite. Many looked out calculating their next move of course it's a mafia party and violence is their language. Dennis mom came over looking into my eyes.

What if they were worse than the Lazzas? I forced a lump down my throat. Everything seemed to be getting worse every day. You'd think I was taking baby steps to death. It's that moment I knew I should get ready for the worst. Mafia people were heartless and I had to be thankful I was still alive. The lady got me ready, I did not bother asking her name because it was not necessary. I would probably never see her again.

“Metropaul. He’s becoming audacious.” Before Nepher could reply, a woman walked gracefully into the room from a hallway. This was Jane Jager, Khaid’s mother. She was impeccably dressed in a silk dress, her composure flawless, but her eyes held a brittle sadness. It is the strain of a Mafia wife who had long ago chosen duty over happiness. “Khaid” Jane said, a genuine smile softening her features. Her voice was the only true warmth in the room. “Mother. You look well.”

Then Anna began… She explained it all (at least as much as she knew), letting Reene (whose gape was unable to shut) in on Jaxon's life. He was a Mafia? Like, a ding dang real life Mafia? She had never met a Mafia before, only heard of them in movies, and here she was, being told that the man she'd slapped was a Mafia? And the most feared one at that? One that killed anyone who came in his path? “Wow.” “Yeah, you should be wowed.” Anna's hand moved to her hip as she finished. “I've never seen him before, but rumours have it that he looks like a creepy little donkey. Ugly as heck, yet scary.”

Not in charge of the American mafia. The American mafia was notorious for its reputation for manipulation and brutality. They were so lethal that even I was amazed. I only knew the name of the mafia Don, but I didn't know much else. I was meant to marry Luca Delgado. In mafias, the roles of women are quite traditional. To follow orders and perform service. To be laid-back doormats. For fuck's sake. Father is mistaken if he believes that marrying me to fucking Luca would mean me surrendering my mafia and bringing the mafias together, he is fucking mistaken!

“You’re leaving for Italy. Your name stays Jay. You’re the perfect person for this mission.” Jay exhaled slowly and accepted the documents. He glanced at the file — photos, notes, mafia profiles. One name stood out: Rafael “Rafe” Bianchi. The mafia boss of Milan, infamous for his ruthlessness, his dominance, and… apparently, his taste in men. The assistant appeared with a small suitcase. “Your things are here. And you’ll need to change your appearance for the mission,” she said.

That just blowed the breath I was holding on to like breathing through a straw seep back into me in full force. At one point, I thought she was starting to fall out of love with me, but I was wrong. I look at the other side of the yard near the bonfire where she's standing with Sam and some other girl whose name is Suzie, nobody dares to go near her unless they want their heads ripped off by her brother and his friends, she has a mafia title rumor hanging above her head, the American Mafia, located in new york, no one has been able to prove it's existence though.