Ketua Mafia Novels & Stories

"I've found you a good match." My fingers closed tight. "What good match?" "Rocco Cortez." She blew out a ring of smoke, squinting at me. "The Serviss family's top enforcer. Has dozens of men under him. Makes millions a year. You marry him, you're set for life. Eat well, drink well, ten thousand times better than being some crap lawyer." My whole body locked up. Every bit of blood in me went cold. Rocco Cortez. The one they called "Serviss's mad dog."

Warren enquires, leaning back on the couch. Vincent continues, "Our mafias will merge, and we'll share our men, weaponry, and other things." He pauses and looks at us both. "As a result of this, our mafias will be the most powerful in the world and will undoubtedly set records." As I took in what he said, a slight smile appeared on my lips, and Warren appeared to be impressed as well. "Please get rid of it!" From the kitchen, a voice yells. "You're standing in front of it; you do it!"

Everything. “Is it the project?” He nudges. “I know the Morettis have quite the reputation, but I’m sure most of it is all smoke and mirrors. I mean, who makes it obvious that they’re the mafia nowadays? Ten years ago, I would’ve believed it. But the CIA and the FBI have taken down most of them and the others have gone underground.” He offers a reassuring smile, but all I see are two rows of very white teeth and a cocky attitude. “I’m sure they’re behind the rumors—trying to scare us off. But don’t worry, I’ll be right there with you. Your knight in shining armor.”

"Sebastians father was going to kill him, his brother, Luca. He was perfect for the role of being a mafia leader. At such a young age, he always seemed mature. But that was before we found out that his father was abusive. He beat his wife and children until they were almost dead. One day, Sebastians mother, Valeria tried to escape. She succeeded and gave the kids to us. Even though we were enemies, we were entrusted with her children. We were the only option she had. She gave them to us and I assume she went back to him. If a mafia leader wants to find you, you'll be found. It's inevitable. She had to go back. But she promised that she'd be back." He took a deep breath. Most mafias vow to ne

“Yes, a hundred and ten percent sure. Tell me now. What's the plan?” Her excitement in the tone was what the chief always adored, that's why he calls her as his best intelligence officer. He then explained further, “We couldn't find many clues to him, but we found a lead. Nicklaus Wesley, the CEO of Wesley enterprise, seem to have some profound relationship with the mafia king. We are not sure of it, but we suspect that he's the mafia King.”

I shouted, my voice echoing through the dining room. “You’re Capo dei Capi. That means you’ve always got a target on your back. Allies matter. I’ve been having meetings to help you! Dammit!” My blood turned to fire. “Listen well, because I won’t say it again,” I growled, venom in my tone. “I am your fucking King. If I don’t assign something, you don’t fucking do it. The next time you meet anyone behind my back, I’ll consider it a breach of Omertà and won’t hesitate to put a bullet in your head.”

he smiled menacingly. "I am the leader of a mafia cartel known as the 7 Daggers, here in Miami. We happen to be the ruling force of the city's underworld and our authority is undisputed. As an Arabian Prince, I'm quite sure you understand what this means" Chelsea started. Hakeem caressed his jaw, gently pulling on his beards. "Am I to feel threatened?" he asked, eyeing Chelsea skeptically.

she explained. While I stood there watching her, she laughed loudly while holding her stomach. I could not figure out why she found it amusing. I could not imagine having such a sibling; I would have died of a heart attack before them. This only made me wonder how Farrell felt. “You know Farrell has been crowned the head of the empire today?” she asked, pouring another glass. “That makes you a mafia princess,” she said, gulping the contents of the glass. That was it. She was down to her fifth bottle.

“Ooh, come on…. you do not want to play that card with me right now, I promise you that. If my uncle should have taught you something. It’s that in your Mafia life, you began with me. Just like I did with him. “I recruited you. I own you. Wherever you go, you will always be under me. Unless I choose to let you go. You are on my back and call, and you do not walk away from me to the last day of your life. “Don’t push me to put up your name as my new mark. Even Don Mauro won’t be able to save you if I do. Don Mauro has nothing on me with my influence outside the Solana empire. “We are not over. We have just begun being in each other’s lives. After what you did. I assure you, Erede, I will neve

Voilet let her knew what the valid reason behind this is—but it is not the time for her. “I am once an entertainer at your father’s mafia organization…” the eyes of Keesha widen when she heard that. “M-Mafia? O-Organization?” she is stuttering when asking it because she doesn’t know about it. Ms. Violet nodded to her “yes, Mr. Alfredo of Monteverde Mafia.” “Then who is the leader of the silver void mafia organization that Jostein is talking about?” she curiously asked her, then she replied directly to the point.