Leader Of Mafia Novels & Stories

He picked it up after the first ring. "My beautiful girl, I trust you have good news for me, yes?" Don Casillas's raspy voice said through the phone, and I felt bile rise in my throat. I reminded myself several times why I was doing what I was about to do. Don Casillas was the leader of the most powerful mafia in all America. What I was about to do might as well be a death sentence. I curse myself for being so stupid to take on this job, but I curse myself even more for taking it for a boy I knew I never loved a long time ago.

I replied sarcastically. She stared at me seriously, that's when I realized that I may have done something serious. Is he really a Mafia? Does this mean I'll die? "He is the west mafia leader. The biggest gangs and groups are under him. His father is the leader but Chase is running it now until he fully gets crowned as the Mafia king. The president you are talking about can't dare this group. You don't understand the gravity of what you have done!" She fully explained. I don't understand. Are we in some sort of mafia romance movie or what? A Mafia? That guy? He looks so ordinary...

said Abeni nervously. Elena leaned in closely towards Abeni across the dining table and lowered her voice. "Dmitry Kuznetsov is the leader of one of the biggest mafia groups in New York at just 35..." revealed Elena dramatically. "Mafia!" exclaimed Abeni in shock. "Yes, mafia. He literally owns the whole city - clubs, casinos, hospitals, schools, supermarkets, hotels, cars - literally everything," explained Naledi seriously. Abeni's face froze in fear. "So you're telling me my father borrowed money from a mafia leader..." she said slowly.

I said. "How long has he had you."He asked me. "Five years."I said nonchalantly. ack you did a good job bringing her here she would be of good help to us."He said with a grin . "So what's the deal."I said looking at him. "You know for years have been trying so hard to bring Brooks down and I think with your help its finally coming to pass." "I don't get it." "let me introduce myself properly, my name is Salvador the leader of this mafia group and the Brooks are the overall leaders ,am tired of being the second I want to be the first."He said.

Whether he was blood or not. I am the American mafia's leader, Ace Hernandez. When I was seventeen, I was given the mafia to run and to build the most powerful organization on the planet. At the age of 25, I lead a lifestyle that includes drinking, using drugs, and dating women. My mafia obligations were not ignored. I had a reputation for being brutal and unforgiving. That's the last thing you'd ever do: step in my path.

He asked. I shook my head slightly "No sir" He smirked and released my chin, "ever heard of the word, MAFIA!" He asked. What the hell was mafia I knew nothing, all I knew was my parents, I want my parents, I tried to speak but I muffled. "Speak with your lips Puttana" he said "N..no" I stuttered He smiled. "Well", he turned and walked to a table and sat on it "I'm Felix Montego", the leader of the ITALIAN MAFIA" he stated, he paused and looked at me from the distance his eyes scrutinized me.

Antonio has already told Grassi to take his car back to the clan. "I came to Italy to see my best friend but I think he's not happy to see me", Angelo said with a hurt expression. "I never told you to come", Antonio said and Angelo scoffed. "Still as cold as ice", Angelo said "Sometimes I wonder how you became the leader of the biggest clan in America", Antonio couldn't help but say. "Maybe because I'm a good leader", Angelo smiled "Whatever, speaking of clan; since you're here, who's in charge of the American underworld", Antonio asked. "My father, he said he wants to help me run the clan while I'm here", Angelo said. "Oh", Antonio muttered.

"This is Javier Pérez, the Columbian Mafia leader." Javier. The man she was looking at. He's not as old as the other men here. Maybe in his mid thirties. It seemed like he hadn't payed much attention to her until the introduction. His eyes checked her out quickly before they exchanged a handshake, both aware of the attraction to one another. My father continues, "Next is Conan Fitzgerald, the Irish Mob boss. Boris Kolev rules in Bulgaria, and Simon Kaminski is the leader of the Polish Pruszków mafia."

“They’re brothers. Mafia in Sicily. The head honcho, Aamon De Luca, their dad, was killed.” My mind keeps drifting back to something I caught on TV a while back in Sierra’s office. She seemed to know the brothers and had a soft spot for one of them. I squint, trying to recall her exact words. She was pretty specific, like there was more beneath the surface. I thought about digging deeper then, but it didn’t seem relevant to either of my jobs. “The organization is falling apart. Nolan and Flint are on the brink of a full-blown war.” “And?” How well does Sierra really know these guys? Sometimes, the ties between people run deeper than they look.

“That’s not the same thing.” “It is now.” ⸻ She thought about that for a moment. “Most of the Foundation leadership operates through contractors,” she said. “Political cover.” “Financial influence.” “And intimidation.” ⸻ Rafael nodded. “That matches my father’s notes.” “Your father was close to exposing them.” “Yes.” “And that’s why they killed him.” ⸻ Rafael’s jaw tightened slightly. “Probably.” ⸻ Dianne turned back toward the window. “The problem with organizations like the Foundation…”