Life In The Mafia Novels & Stories

"I don't want you to kill anyone for me. If you care about me, if you love me, you won't. I can't do this whole crime thing, always worrying about you. Why are you even still in the mafia? You can just own the company can't you?" "I just never thought about giving it up. It's all I've known since I was 18 and the last thing, keeping me somewhat close to my father's memory. And to be honest, I guess I was just waiting for me to finish the plan, but now that's out of the picture." "Is it?" I swallow hard. "Yes. I'm not going to let something that happened 8 years ago dictate my life now. It's destroyed us enough." "If you say so. Wh-"

Sometimes, I’d try to talk to him, offer a light comment or a gentle smile, but he’d only look at me with those cold piercing eyes of him and remind me of our arrangement. “Don’t get carried away, Joan. This is business, nothing more,” he’d say, and each time, it felt like a knife twisting in my chest. But tonight… tonight felt different. I’d been walking down the hall, just trying to clear my head, when I heard voices. My curiosity got the better of me. I slipped into the shadows near the doorway and saw Derrick, standing with his right hand men, Santi and Ace. I was too far away to make out everything, but phrases floated over to me, the words “mafia,” “Godfathers,” and “pressure.” My hear

The scent of expensive leather and polished wood fills my nostrils, not exactly the grimy back alleys and smoke-filled rooms I’ve spent my most of my life in. I’ve been in this game for nearly half my life. The mafia has been my only family since I was eighteen, a scared kid with nothing to lose and everything to prove. Now, twelve years later, I’m Levi Carter’s right-hand man, trusted with the most delicate operations. Like this one.

call. I rolled my eyes and to avoid abnywrs which I always avoided I have them a few hundred bucks and they let me go. I was pretty much alone in this world, an Hispanic girl just navigating life on her own.. From riches to only God knows what level one would call what I was on.. Definitely not grass but definitely hell… I turned the last corner and there was the destination I was going into …. What is it about mafias that why just have to live a freaking dirty life , their hands are always dirty no matter what they do.

Axel swiftly steps aside, avoiding the flying glass. My temper has been out of control lately. But who can blame me? Antonio was one of my best men, and I found out too late that he was stealing from me. Besides the men I've already tortured and killed for information, I don't know who else could have been working with him besides the Russians. Any of my men could be traitors, and I fucking hate traitors. Nobody steals from me. NOBODY! My blood is boiling, threatening to explode. Killing him wasn't enough. Once you join the mafia, your family automatically becomes collateral. He took from me, and I'm going to take everything from him even if he's already rotting away in hell.

Selena grumbled with a frown. "Is that so? How about this? Master is a mafia. In addition to running a legitimate business, in the form of a company active in several industries with the main industry being locomotives... Master is also actively involved in illegal business. Master is currently affiliated with a mafia organization as well. Master even has an casino business." Rose explained it as far as she knew about Damian. And the general yet all-encompassing explanation managed to make Selena open her mouth in disbelief at what Rose was saying.

“Tell me about my grandfather.” “Chiara,” Dante said, the warning in his voice was clear, yet Chiara refused to back down. “If you’re not going to tell me that, tell me why I’m dangerous to you.” “Chiara, just drop it.” Though the warning was more prominent, Chiara still refused to back down. “If you aren’t going to answer them,” She paused, watching him closely for a reaction. When she saw none, she continued speaking. “What do you do for a living? It has to be something illegal if you could access guns and even shoot Nico without flinch—“

Maybe, here in this house by the sea, they could carve out a different kind of forever. A forever where love was stronger than blood. Where promises meant more than power. Where a mafia king could fall to his knees for the reckless, beautiful girl who taught him to feel again. And stay there, grateful, for the rest of his life. ---

“Keep your voice down.” “Oh my god… I’m so dead,” I whispered, though my voice betrayed me, rising higher than intended. “All my twenty-four years of living, I’ve never—ever—done anything illegal.” Well, except for the occasional illegal street racing, but that was a hobby, a thrill, nothing like this… nothing compared to the mafia. “And now I’m living with a criminal?!” I almost shouted, the words tasting bitter on my tongue. “Mama… what were you thinking?”

I stated as i shot him in the head. "Well, Now, the Lebanese mafia is after ME and The Australian mafia is after US. They declared war, didn't they? I wanna watch a movie." Alexia said happily. She's so fucking fearless. There are two mafia after her and she's still the same, fearless, bold, strong. She would make a perfect queen.