Life In The Mafia Novels & Stories

Sharon asked, seeing how Tara suddenly paused. “I heard Sir Mathew run away from home the second time, and he went to join a mafia gang.” “So? What came after that?” Sharon asked. “But to join the deadly gang, his first task was to kill his sister,” Tara revealed.

"Who master Max?" "Nothing." How is that woman knows that Omega? Maximillian asks himself. After an hour of travelling, Maximillian arrived at the manor of his clan, where Nostra Adamus mafia clan can be found far away from the city. Legis opened his door for him, when Maximillian got out of the car, his waiting people immediately bowed and greeted him, Maximillian walked straight ahead with Legis following him in the back. "Did Mr. Sanchez, agreed on our terms?" Maximillian ask.

he said with a smirk. I stared at him for a moment before shaking my head and heading outside. In the driveway, a sleek black Range Rover awaited me. The driver opened the door with a respectful bow, and I climbed in without a word. As the car pulled out, Damon’s words replayed in my mind. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. A laugh escaped me, sharp and bitter. “Damon Dark, mafia and werewolf,” I muttered to myself. “What he wouldn’t do is make peace.”

What she didn't realize was that her charm no longer affected me. I could confidently say we in the Mafia were all deranged to some degree. We grew up in circumstances far removed from normal life, living on the fringes and facing death from a young age. But Donatella pushed it further-she reveled in submission to the point of harm, which was ironic for someone in her position of power. "Get out of here." "Are you still going to marry him after being left at the altar?" "I made a commitment." "That stupid honor of yours will destroy you again."

They say if you keep dancing with the devil you’ll get burned. There was only one way that this shit would end. They always say that the only outcomes of being in the game are winding up dead, or going to jail. Would I really get my own happily ever after, being the bastard that I was? With all of the people I hurt, all the bodies I’d made drop, all of the lives I’d destroyed? My name is Louis… And this is my story. Growing up in Birmingham, being forced and groomed into the mafia under the influence of my stepfather.

He was charming in a lethal wayb and every word he said made it harder to maintain the armor I’d built. The dinner went for hours. His associates exchanged stories about drug shipments and bodies dumped in canals like they were trading stock tips. I sipped water and listened. Every detail was ammunition. Every smile from Nikolai was a taunt. He had no idea I was the pin under the elephant's foot. Eventually the night advanced and everyone was starting to leave until I was left alone with him. He leaned back and stretched as if he hadn’t just spent hours surrounded by monsters. I tried to imagine the kind of man he would have been if he hadn't become a criminal but I came out blank. A crimina

He seemed unbothered by everything happening around him. He looked at me with a bored expression as if he couldn’t care less that one of his men bought me as a present for him. His eyes raked all over my body like he wasn’t impressed. I’d never felt more insecure. I had a feeling it had to do with the fact that he was beautiful. However, no matter how beautiful he was, he was just like every other man in the mafia. It was a life I had worked so hard to escape. The mafia men distributed drugs, killed men, and trafficked women and children. I didn’t want to be a part of it. However, it didn’t seem like I had much of a choice.

I whined, "I can't get involved with him. He's dangerous and the kind of man I promised I would never get involved with." She rolled her eyes in annoyance, "Dante would be perfect for you. You're still just cautious from your past, but Dante isn't like your father." "You're right, he's worse." I retorted, making her purse her lips. "Can't you just give him a try?" Her voice was softer as she gave me a complicated look. "I don't know, Cara." I sighed, "I created a life away from the mafia. I don't think I want back into this world."

Rumors started going around that they might target on taking over the Southside first That very rumor caused havoc among the people on the southside and they started distrusting each other in fear. Maybe I should leave this city but Mama's house and my coffee shop are here, I made a lot of memories here despite the chaos going on the other side. The funeral is near too so I can't leave just yet. Luckily for me and Lily, we have a close relationship with the bartender who works in a club on the west side. We get news from him since he hears a lot of people gossiping and spreading rumors or truths. It's true that the mafias exist but not on this side.

“What? Did you think an old kind man just happened to live on the family's premises without being a member? Mr. Johnson, or big Johnsy as we call him, started as an errand boy when he was fourteen. When he hit thirty he had climbed up to collector and by fifty he was working as a manager of our brothels. That was before he got sick.” I stare down at my plate in disgust. Sure I figured that even Mr. Johnson had something to do with all this mafia stuff, but I was hoping he was a gardener or something. “You should make a habit of recognizing everyone here for what they are. Either they have been whores, errand boys, collectors or cleaners, as we call them. Some are related to members or marrie