Life In The Mafia Novels & Stories

I say. And when they find out they will have to pick sides for the war that will start because of me. When the time comes I promise myself I will tell them but for now, they must think that I still love Declan Blue Diaz leader of La mafia de la Muerte. (The Mafia of Death)

Arriving at home, I rush for a shower after the shower, I laid myself on the bed with my eye staring at the ceiling. As tears begin to stream down from my eyes when a deep thought hit me. I was nineteen when I lost my mother. It has been two years since this incident happened. But that day was more than a nightmare when we were in Russia. I still remember that night when I was sitting on the couch and suddenly a group of mafia broke into the house and threatened dad. They through he was a part of the Russian Mafia, but they were mistaken. While threatening and blackmailing dad they killed my mother. Then after that day my father decided to move out from Russia, we came to France, Laon. Where

The mafia's maid "Fuck!" Jeremy causes out loud when his secretary came to tell him that his drugs has been dismantled by a mobster. "They all know that any mobster who turns against me must have a gruesome death," he said as he roared out loud. Ashley woke up early, as usual, she did her morning ablution and went straight to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, there she saw other maids with which she exchange greetings.

I looked away, afraid that he would read right through me. “You can tell me.” He grabbed my chin, compelling me to look into his eyes. I sighed, blinking away the sadness I’m feeling, shaking my head. “It’s not that, X,” I began, settling the camera on my lap. “I understand that my safety is your priority, and I appreciate that, really. But I feel like I’ve got no control over my life anymore.” I looked into the distance, sighing. “Knowing about the mafia changed my life. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. The plan I had for myself….” I shook my head, “-seems like a distant memory now.”

He could simply be with Zeke yet he chose to be with his enemy. He growled, he looked up before burying his head in his hands letting out a deep breathe. He wanted to calm himself down but it was hard knowing there are enemies everywhere. Being a Mafia was too hard. Too hard that you have to risk your whole life. But how could he leave Danica behind knowing she has no one with her?

Nicola’s brow furrowed as he said, “You want to share an idea ion how to punish him?” “Hmm... Yes,” I said while playing with my fingers. “Go on,” he said, while looking amused. "According to you, a mafia is like a huge family governed by trust, and he destroyed the trust of the family." I exhaled loudly. They asked, “Yes?” They seemed confused, which made me smile as I explained my plan to them. As soon as I was done, I noticed Ben looking astonished, and a bit terrified, while Nicolas seemed shocked and proud.

That is just something that you learn when you are in the Mafia. After exchanging rings and everybody has gone to the venue, we take a few photos. It is a new memory for the Marino family. I did not feel like I had lost a daughter. I feel like I have gained a son. Mark fits in perfectly with us and has the perfect sense of humor. It is just one more addition to our family. He is now my son, and I will treat him as that. He has become one of my children. I do not know their future, but I hope to become a grandmother soon. I know the two of them are not in a hurry to have children, but maybe I get lucky, and they forget to use protection. It happened to me. I look at my two beautiful twins. I

I couldn't take the suffocation I felt. My father didn't stop me. He simply sighed as I made my way past him and into the family room. I wanted to laugh at the irony. I sat on the couch and stared at the piano. I wanted to play but I knew the moment I touched that piano I would break down. I had no room for emotion in my life right now. I was going to be the biggest Mafia Don this world had ever seen. Mafia Dons have no room for emotions or family. My father taught me that early on. “Good Evening Master, Neko is making Dinner. Would you like me to play you a song?” Ayla questioned as she spotted me staring at the Grand Piano.

This bastard seemed really determined to blow her head off if she kept screaming and resisting. Yes, what kind of dream did Bella have last night that she had to experience a kidnapping like this? It was clear to her that these people were members of a gang. Marco Vilante, as Darrel suspected, was a dangerous mafia leader. Bella never thought she would have to deal with these dangerous people. It was all because of that damn accident that led to her being kidnapped like this.

I’m still a woman and this is very much a man's world. I decide to climb into Nico’s ridiculous comfortable bed. The sheets are soft and the bed itself feels like a cloud. I don’t even want to know how much this mattress cost, let alone the rest of everything in this place. Money is never a problem when it comes to the mafia. I’m used to the luxury the mafia life can provide. Part of being on my own was about experiencing things like a regular person would, well the closest I could get to it from the hidden puppet master pulling strings with my life.